Invincible Divine Sword

Chapter 281: He is like a God

When He Zhen’s right arm was forcibly torn off, blood splattered everywhere.

Blood hit the ground, sending up wisps of steam.

The hearts of the spectators shook dramatically.

He Zhen, born with a Demon God physique, possessed astonishing strength and even more impressive defenses; yet, his entire right arm had been ripped off by Yang Xiaotian!

What’s more, many could tell that Yang Xiaotian hadn’t even used his True Yuan in the act; he relied solely on the strength of his physical body.

Yang Xiaotian’s face was cold as he casually tossed He Zhen’s right arm off a distant cliff.

As his right arm was torn off, He Zhen felt an excruciating pain. Seeing his own arm thrown off the cliff filled him with boundless killing intent, and he roared furiously, “Yang Xiaotian, I’m going to kill you!”

As he spoke, the light of the Demon God surged from his body, and a gigantic Thunder Dragon appeared above his head.

He Zhen’s Martial Soul was, in fact, an Ancient Thunder Dragon!

A huge black halo appeared around the Thunder Dragon Martial Soul.

The Thunder Dragon Martial Soul and the black halo emanated a terrifying pressure.

“A Level Thirteen Martial Soul!”

“A fifty-thousand-year Soul Ring!”

Upon seeing He Zhen’s Martial Soul and Soul Ring, the complexions of many strong people present changed drastically.

A Level Thirteen Martial Soul in the form of a Thunder Dragon was already rare, but a fifty-thousand-year Soul Ring was even rarer.

A black Soul Ring signified it was a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring or above; and He Zhen’s black Soul Ring, with five black lights, indicated that his Soul Ring was fifty thousand years old!

Generally speaking, being able to condense a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring was already the mark of a genius among geniuses, and a fifty-thousand-year Soul Ring was undoubtedly monstrous.

With the augmentation of the fifty-thousand-year Soul Ring, the power of He Zhen’s Thunder Dragon Martial Soul continued to climb.

“Ten Thousand Years Soul Skill: Thunder Sword Three Thousand!”

He Zhen’s voice, chilling and filled with killing intent, rang out.

He slashed fiercely with his sword.

As he made his move, the light from the fifty-thousand-year Soul Ring intensified. The Thunder Dragon Martial Soul’s body gathered thunder and lightning, turning into three thousand thunder swords, furiously bombarding Yang Xiaotian.

The surrounding experts were so frightened that they hastily dodged out of the way.

Boom, boom, boom!

In an instant, three thousand astonishing thunder swords struck Yang Xiaotian. The light of the thunder and lightning exploded, ravaging the ground for hundreds of meters around Yang Xiaotian with countless craters.

Dust billowed.

The storm lingered for a long time.

Seeing He Zhen’s strike, everyone was shocked.

Even Mu Yunchun was taken aback.

Such a destructive blow could obliterate not just Fierce Beasts of the Martial Emperor first realm, but many second realm Fierce Beasts would also be instantly reduced to ash.

“Is he dead?” someone murmured.

At this moment, the area where Yang Xiaotian stood was engulfed by a sea of thunderous light, making it impossible for anyone to see if he was alive or dead.

“Could he really be dead?” someone said apprehensively.

Yang Xiaotian, a rare Medicine Path prodigy who controlled the Nine Phoenixes Golden Flame and Earth Flame—could he really have died just like that?

Just then, suddenly, the sky full of thunder and lightning exploded apart.

Yang Xiaotian’s figure reappeared in front of everyone.

“How is this possible!” Upon seeing Yang Xiaotian completely unscathed, He Zhen and everyone else present were dumbstruck.

Suddenly, Yang Xiaotian flashed forward, arriving in front of his opponent and launching a fierce punch.

He Zhen’s face changed dramatically. He stimulated his entire True Yuan and threw a punch to meet Yang Xiaotian’s.

“Thunder Dragon’s Fury!”

As He Zhen unleashed his punch, the thunderous power of his Thunder Dragon Martial Soul surged towards Yang Xiaotian like an overwhelming flood.

Boom.

Yang Xiaotian’s right fist directly blasted through the flood of lightning, striking the opponent’s fist. He Zhen was sent flying as if hit by an Ancient Giant Dragon and crashed to the ground far away, rolling continuously until he tumbled off the edge of a cliff.

He Zhen’s cries of shock and anger echoed up.

After a long while, the bottom of the cliff resounded with a thunderous roar.

The crowd was shaken.

At a loss for words for a long time.

At this moment, it was clear to everyone that Yang Xiaotian was merely at the peak of the Martial Ancestor’s tenth level.

Yet He Zhen, who was at the first level of the Emperor Realm and possessed a Thirteenth Grade Thunder Dragon Martial Soul and a fifty-thousand-year Soul Ring, was still blasted away by a single punch from Yang Xiaotian even after summoning the power of both the Thunder Dragon and the Soul Ring.

Amid the crowd, Xiao Qiang of the Xiao Family retreated to the back, his face pale as death, fearing that Yang Xiaotian might notice him.

Yang Xiaotian, with an indifferent expression, glanced at the cliff He Zhen had fallen from and was about to leave when he saw Mu Yunchun approaching with her slender waist twisting gracefully.

Mu Yunchun’s innocent face was filled with a charming smile, “Junior Brother Yang, hello, my name is Mu Yunchun.”

“Senior Sister Mu, is something the matter?” Yang Xiaotian asked warily, watching the woman.

Seeing Yang Xiaotian looking at her guardedly, Mu Yunchun’s smile grew even brighter, she sidled closer and said, “Junior Brother Yang, I mean no harm, I simply wish to invite you to my cave dwelling this evening.”

“I have something to discuss with you.”

Discuss something at the cave dwelling tonight?

The suggestion inevitably led the onlookers to wild speculations.

As Mu Yunchun spoke, she smiled at Yang Xiaotian, “My cave dwelling is just up ahead on the mountainside of Peach Blossom Peak, I’ll be alone tonight.”

“Remember to come, Junior Brother Yang, I’ll be waiting for you.”

Then, with her rounded hips swaying, she walked away with a twist in each step.

As Mu Yunchun moved swayingly, those in the crowd were left with dry mouths and swallowed hard.

Zuo Qiu came to Yang Xiaotian’s side and gazed at the departing figure of Mu Yunchun, “Brother, take me with you this evening, I also want to ‘discuss things’ with her.”

Yang Xiaotian, annoyed, said, “Scram,” and left.

Zuo Qiu followed Yang Xiaotian, laughing, “Senior Sister Mu has never invited anyone to her cave dwelling before; brother, you’re the first.”

Yang Xiaotian did not respond, his face full of questions. He could tell that Mu Yunchun truly had something to discuss with him, something not suitable for mentioning in public.

But what could it be that she needed to seek him out for?

“Brother, who would’ve thought that you could even tame the Earth Flame!” Zuo Qiu followed behind Yang Xiaotian, full of admiration and endlessly chattering, then he said, “There are millions of students at Celestial Burial Academy, and before you, there was only one person the Dean waived all fees for.”

“Oh, there’s another person? Who is it?” Yang Xiaotian asked curiously.

It was because of the Earth Flame, which he had melded to melt the Purple Cold Ice and restored the Heavenly Buddha Cauldron, that Wang Qing had waived all his academy fees.

He was curious about this other person who had also had their fees waived by Wang Qing.

“It’s Wei Zongyuan!” Zuo Qiu said gravely, “He’s the student with the highest aptitude in the last thousand years of Celestial Burial Academy; his test score was over five thousand!”

“Over five thousand!” Yang Xiaotian was surprised.

He remembered Zuo Qiu mentioning that his Senior Brother, the Green Lotus Sword Deity, also had a test score of just over five thousand back in the day.

Could this Wei Zongyuan possess the makings of a Sword God?

“Shocked, aren’t you?” Zuo Qiu said with reverence, “Wei Zongyuan’s Martial Dao Talent is astonishing, especially his Sword Dao Talent—it’s terrifying. He can master any swordsmanship by simply watching it once. The Golden Core he formed is one of the strongest top ten Golden Cores! He truly is a miracle of the Buddha Source Empire!”

“Oh, the top ten Golden Cores,” responded Yang Xiaotian with surprise.

“Although He Zhen is strong, he’s nothing compared to Wei Zongyuan,” Zuo Qiu continued, “Wei Zongyuan holds a sehr hoch status within Celestial Burial Academy. In the hearts of millions of students, he’s like a godly figure.”

“You can offend anyone, but never cross Wei Zongyuan.”

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