Daoist Competition

Zhang Yan waved his sleeve, instantly killing seven Nascent Soul cultivators, shocking the entire scene!

Initially, the crowd of cultivators had rushed in with great momentum, but now they froze suddenly, like waves crashing against a reef, shattered into pieces.

Especially after seeing even Rong Junzhong being forced back by a single sword stroke, their spirit was utterly crushed. Facing him alone, not a single cultivator dared to step forward.

Witnessing this scene, the people on the Pu Lao Flying Carriage were speechless, their expressions somewhat dazed, almost unable to believe what they saw.

After a long while, Sect Leader Qiao suddenly recalled a comment, pondered for a moment, then finally realized, slapping the railing excitedly, "Place oneself in a mortal situation to survive, so it is, so it is! Heaven does not abandon my Zhongtai, indeed we’ve gained the assistance of a nobleman!"

Mrs. Zhao was pleasantly surprised, but there was still a lingering worry in her heart, and she said, "Can True Master Zhang hold them off?"

After saying this, she felt a tight grip on her hand. Turning back, she saw it was Sect Leader Qiao clutching her, trembling slightly, unsure whether from excitement or uncertainty, his gaze fixed forward as he mumbled, "He definitely can, he definitely can."

Rong Junzhong, forced back by Zhang Yan’s sword light, returned with an extremely somber face. Observing his expression, no one dared to approach mindlessly.

Since mastering the Ten Thousand Catties of Solidification Divine Power, he had been confident that no sharp weapon could get close, rarely using a Dharma Treasure for protection. Earlier, seeing the sword light slashing from a thousand feet away, he was caught off guard and suffered a significant setback, though unharmed, his face was utterly lost.

Yang Shuyong walked over, glanced at him, and asked, "Is Master Rong injured?"

Rong Junzhong tried his best to calm down, hastily tied his hair, and bowed, "Thank you Sect Leader for your concern, I’m unharmed. It was just a moment of arrogance, almost being hit by this person’s Flying Sword."

Saying that, he directed his gaze forward again.

Now he regarded Zhang Yan as a lifelong great enemy, unwilling to confront him again until he understood the opponent’s methods and background.

At this moment, in the field, Zhang Yan, with a pull of his heart and spirit, had the sword ball swiftly fly back, nimbly circling around him.

The sword light, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes swift, sometimes stagnant, seemed to contain a mysterious rhythm inside, dashing without leaving a trace, making it elusive.

He swept his gaze over the crowd, and spoke in a clear voice, "Fellow Daoists of Xuanyue, if you are willing to retreat and clear a path, I shall not pursue. But if you take another step forward, don’t blame this Daoist for being ruthless."

His voice rumbled and echoed through the mountains in no time.

This was his verbal warning, and this matter involved the Dharma Body Elixir needed for his cultivation, thus he needed to aid Zhongtai.

If Xuanyue was willing to let them go, whatever happened to Zhongtai afterward was none of his concern, nor would he intervene. But if Xuanyue insisted on wiping them out here, he would have no choice but to draw his sword and repel them.

Under these words, indeed some began contemplating retreat. These people were mostly in the First Realm, and before a spell like Forbidden Locking Heaven and Earth, they couldn’t resist at all. Rushing forward seemed nothing but certain death.

A Xuanyue cultivator noticed something amiss, and immediately shouted, "Fellow cultivators, don’t forget, you have signed a Dharma Contract, retreating in battle, are you not afraid of the oath?"

With this reminder, everyone was startled, but still, no one stepped forward, as they all saw the fate of those seven.

The Xuanyue cultivator then said, "Don’t be afraid of this person, he is alone. We can surround him together, then use Dharma Treasures to strike."

Everyone suddenly understood; they were not alone, so why engage in a frontal battle?

Immediately, without hesitation, they dispersed around, no longer charging head-on like before, but advancing slowly, encircling from three sides. Some even flew above, standing high, intending to swoop down from above later.

Zhang Yan stood motionless with his hands behind his back, his gaze deep and seemingly brewing a cold gleam inside.

Feeling the murderous intent in his heart, the sword ball buzzed as it leaped out, exuding fierce and unstable radiance.

Elder Bai watched from below, his emotions surging, shouting, "How can we let Daoist Zhang fight alone for the matters of Zhongtai?"

After saying this, he was about to leap forward but felt a tight grip on his shoulder. Looking back, he saw it was Elder Yan holding him back, and he asked urgently, "Senior brother, why are you stopping me?"

Elder Yan said, "Junior brother, don’t rush. Just look at that sword ball. If I’m not mistaken, this True Master Zhang is a Sword Cultivator. Such individuals, capable of traversing rainbows and clouds, have never feared group battles. If you go up, you’ll not only fail to help him but become a burden."