Free Web NovelChapter 1181: Chapter 1181: Challenge at the Door
Lin Zimu smiled slightly, gently blocking with his sword, the blade stopped as if sinking into a mud pit.
It was only because Lin Zimu held back!
"Don’t think the Ancient Abyss Sect is easy to bully!"
Lin Zimu just wanted to take Guoguo back quickly and did not want any complications.
As soon as the man heard they were from the Ancient Abyss Sect, he was already thinking of retreating.
After all, they are one of the top ten sects, his own sect wouldn’t dare clash with such a giant!
"How do you prove it?"
The man kept a calm facade.
Lin Zimu was not surprised by this result and directly showed the sect’s token!
"It’s actually true, I must not make such a formidable enemy over this!"
The man silently prayed in his heart.
"Since you’re friends from the Ancient Abyss Sect, this is indeed a misunderstanding. You may go, send my regards to Sect Leader Lin!" The man said with a smile.
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Turning around to Guoguo, he said: "Let’s go, Young Sect Leader!"
With that, he and Guoguo transformed into two sword shadows and hurried towards the camp.
When the two of them reached the camp, they found everyone waiting for them.
"Huh, why is the Sect Leader out here?" Lin Zimu asked puzzled.
"The Sect Leader also sensed a familiar aura." Yang Yan said.
"Didn’t I tell you not to come? Why did you still come?" The Sect Leader was a bit angry upon seeing Guoguo.
"I wasn’t looking for you, I was looking for Yang Yan, who’d want an old man!"
The Sect Leader was somewhat infuriated by the retort.
His eyes widened in anger.
"Ridiculous, how many talents are gathered here, this place is a hotspot of troubles, where opportunities and dangers coexist, what if you have a mishap?"
The Sect Leader grew more and more angry as he spoke.
"Aren’t you treating life as a joke!"
"Hmph, I don’t care, I want to stay here, even if I die, I won’t leave!"
Guoguo seemed indifferent to the Sect Leader’s anger, remaining stubborn.
"Ah, forget it, remember to stay with the group, don’t wander around!" The Sect Leader, a bit helpless.
"Got it, got it." Guoguo found him nagging, hopping to Yang Yan’s side, sticking out his tongue.
Yang Yan also shook his head helplessly.
"Alright, everyone take a rest!" said the Sect Leader then went into the tent.
The others left, leaving only the bone-chilling wind piercing the soul like needles.
This cursed weather, vegetation is extinct, birds and beasts vanished without a trace.
Yet the valley remained restless, the sounds of martial arts training filled the whole valley!
Everyone was preparing for tomorrow’s inevitable battle.
The purpose of this event was well understood, ostensibly to exterminate monsters, but in reality, it was to search for treasures and boost the sect’s strength.
After all, in this world of survival of the fittest, having formidable sect strength is indeed an excellent form of hidden protection.
Some restless disciples went around challenging others, partly to show off their own strength, and partly with the sect’s permission to understand the true situation of other sects.
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"Bang! A huge rock shattered." The man seemed unsatisfied with the result.
"Senior Brother Ban is amazing, achieving such a level of this Sword Technique at this age is unparalleled!" A disciple praised.
Hearing this, the man couldn’t help but smile.
This man was none other than the principal disciple of the Sword Sect — Ban Deming.
At a young age already at the Foundation Establishment Stage, far surpassing others in the sect.
Having absolute strength, he was also a bit arrogant.
"In my opinion, not even the Ancient Abyss Sect’s Saint Son Yang Yan is a match." Other disciples flattered him.
"Yang Yan? Is he the one who shone brightly to save disciples?" Ban Deming seemed unimpressed.
"Yeah, quite a formidable person. Why not go meet him, Senior Brother Ban?" The disciples egged him on.
"No way, the Sect Leader strictly prohibited unauthorized dueling!" Although he said so, his eyes were filled with eagerness for battle.
"With Senior Brother Ban’s strength, how many rounds could he last?"
"True, let’s go check it out!" Ban Deming sneered disdainfully.
He and the disciples turned into sword shadows and flew away.
...
"Bang!" A longsword plunged into the ground, scattering countless fragments.
"Tell Yang Yan to come out and fight me."
Soon enough, the Sword Sect crowd arrived.
"Come out and fight!" The others joined in the ruckus.
The Ancient Abyss Sect people, seeing the situation, sent someone in to report.
"Grandmaster Yang, the Sword Sect people are here to challenge!" A disciple rushed in.
"Let them leave, no need to cause unnecessary trouble, I still need to train!" Yang Yan seemed unconcerned.
"Ah!"
"What happened?" Yang Yan was a bit surprised.
"He injured one of our disciples and is being aggressive, demanding you to come out and fight!" Another disciple rushed in.
"Let’s go see."
With that, Yang Yan went out with two disciples.
As soon as he stepped outside, he saw a disciple lying beside him, took out a jade bottle, and asked the other disciples to tend to the injured.
"Who dares to cause trouble in the Ancient Abyss Sect’s camp?" Yang Yan was somewhat angry.
When he looked up, he saw Ban Deming hovering in the air, his eyes turned cold.
Yang Yan hadn’t planned on intervening in the matter with Lin Zimu, after all, some matters are best resolved personally.
But he didn’t expect this person to come knocking.
"I heard you’ve broken through to the Foundation Establishment Stage? Coincidentally, so have I."
Before he even finished speaking, Ban Deming shot directly with a sword thrust.
Forcing someone to make a move immediately.
The disciples below gasped in surprise.
Yang Yan snorted coldly, vanishing instantly.
Star Night wielded Thunderbolt Power, slashing towards Ban Deming’s back.
Ban Deming had anticipated this, Yang Yan’s Space Law had long been in his intelligence reports.
He turned instantly, the second movement, Plum Blossoms in Three Movements, a dance of thousands of sword blossoms.
In just the first clash, neither had gained the upper hand.
Ban Deming squinted slightly, this scenario was clearly within his expectations.
Sword Emperor’s Fury, a streak of blood light across the sky, began to show its phenomenon.
This technique had already reached its initial stage compared to the previous fight with Lin Zimu, back then it showed no phenomenon.
As the most powerful move in the Sword Emperor Scripture of the Sword Sect, reaching Great Success, it exhibits three thousand miles of blood light fury, only displayed fully by Nascent Soul cultivators.
Yang Yan laughed heartily, his green robe fluttering.
Once upon a time, Sword Raising Heaven, with overwhelming divine might, cleaving Thunder Tribulation, shattering the azure sky.
Today, if Heaven remains intact, it shan’t shatter all things but only your sword.
Still using that technique, the disciples who once followed Yang Yan to slay demons felt their blood boil, recalling that day: under the sky where Thunder Tribulation raged, only one man stood, relying solely on one sword, the edge pointed directly, the azure sky would shatter.
"Azure Vault Technique — Shattering Heaven!" However, now it seemed somewhat like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut!
Sword Aura collided, Ban Deming felt a wave crash over him, threatening to flip him directly to the ground.
He steeled his heart instantly, frantically surged his spiritual power, his power abruptly soared. The sword’s light suddenly stretched ten feet long, if not for Yang Yan being his opponent, he might have already won.
Among contemporaries on Wandering Dragon Star, how many could withstand this? This is the Sword Sect’s disciple!
