The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 169: Xiao Fangu, Who Doubts Life, the Mad Old Man

“Oh, looks like there’s a good show about to start!”

“One side is a disciple from Qingyun Sect, but who’s that with the Divine Wind Sword Sect’s inner sect disciples?”

“Who cares, just watch the fun.”

Disciples from various sects all watched with a spectating mentality.

Huo Yunjie, hearing Xiao Fangu’s voice, was very speechless.

It seemed that after being defeated by him, Xiao Fangu had become obsessed and always wanted another challenge.

“Yun Jie, I believe you can win,” Baixue Ding clenched her little fist.

She had witnessed Huo Yunjie cutting through a river with a single sword strike and knew his strength was formidable; defeating a peer like Xiao Fangu would surely pose no problem.

“Junior Sister, you’re walking too fast,” a young woman dressed in the Divine Wind Sword Sect’s inner sect disciple attire approached from the downhill path.

“Elder Sister Que, I know I was wrong,” Baixue Ding quickly apologized to the woman.

After joining Divine Wind Sword Sect, Baixue Ding had presented the preparatory inner sect identity token given by Mu Ruxue, successfully becoming an inner sect disciple, and had also received guidance from this inner sect disciple named “Que Ning’an.”

“Now that you’re an inner sect disciple of our Divine Wind Sword Sect, you must learn to carry yourself with dignity. Walk slowly, look straight ahead, don’t talk nonsense, and act like an immortal who is above worldly concerns, do you understand?” Que Ning’an kindly reminded her.

“Yes.”

Baixue Ding nodded and, emulating Que Ning’an, maintained a poised and ladylike stance.

By now, Huo Yunjie had arrived at the Martial Arts Ground, Cold Light Sword slung on his back.

“Xiao Fangu, do you find it amusing to challenge me repeatedly?” Huo Yunjie didn’t want to fight. After helping Baixue Ding with the beginner formalities, he just wanted to wait in the dining hall for Ye Feng and the others to arrive.

“Huo Yunjie, if you’re too scared to fight, just admit defeat,” Xiao Fangu said as he drew his newly purchased Spirit Sword with a “clang,” formed a sword gesture, and made it hover above his head, ready to strike at any moment.

“Then let’s fight!” Huo Yunjie, wanting to quickly deal with the bothersome Xiao Fangu, bent at the waist to draw his sword, a starting posture of the Sword Drawing Technique.

“Sword Drawing Technique?” Bai Minglu’s interest was piqued.

Xiao Fangu glanced around with the corner of his eye and saw that thousands had gathered around the Martial Arts Ground. Winning would allow him to hold his head high and greatly boost Qingyun Sect’s prestige.

With this thought, Xiao Fangu shouted loudly and was the first to strike.

“Don’t be reckless!” Bai Minglu was about to warn him but it was already too late.

If Huo Yunjie really knew the Sword Drawing Technique, Xiao Fangu, striking first, would put himself at a disadvantage.

“Qingyun Sword Jue’s Soaring Flying Sword!”

Xiao Fangu formed the sword gesture and pointed fiercely at Huo Yunjie. The Spirit Sword above his head suddenly chopped down with terrifying power, surrounded by sharp sword light, looking like a giant sword ten meters long, and striking with astonishing speed.

Huo Yunjie’s expression was solemn as he began to analyze the power of this strike to prepare for it.

Then, he started drawing his sword.

“Sword Drawing Technique, seventy percent!”

Huo Yunjie didn’t strike with full force, only unleashing seventy percent of his power. Yet, even so, the moment the Cold Light Sword left the scabbard, the entire Martial Arts Ground was engulfed by blinding sword light.

“Damn, that’s blinding!”

“Is this the Sword Drawing Technique? It’s more like the Blind-Your-Eyes Sword Technique!”

Disciples from various sects shielded their eyes with their hands, turning their heads away.

“Such a powerful Sword Drawing Technique!” Bai Minglu, watching that dazzling sword light, teared up involuntarily from the bright light and the straw he was chewing on fell to the ground in shock.

Outside the Martial Arts Ground, several individuals with profound cultivation levels cast surprised glances their way.

With a slash of his sword, Huo Yunjie produced a sword light that overshadowed even the sun, and with a “crack,” he cut through Xiao Fangu’s Spirit Sword. The momentum unceasingly cleaved off a corner of the dining hall’s eave.

“This… This!”

Xiao Fangu looked at his Spirit Sword that had fallen to the ground, broken into two pieces. Pointing at Huo Yunjie, he stammered, unable to speak.

“It’s gone, my sword is gone again!”

Long after, Xiao Fangu knelt on the ground, dazed, staring at the broken sword, his teeth chattering incessantly.

The Xuan Ye Flying Sword was gone!

The new Spirit Sword he had only used for half a month was also gone!

“Such an impressive Sword Drawing Technique!”

“The Sword Drawing Technique of Bai Minglu from Qingyun Sect is simply trash compared to this.”

“Now that we’re talking about it, who is this person?”

After a brief silence, the disciples from various sects watching the show burst into discussion.

“Yun Jie really won!” Baixue Ding jumped up excitedly, clapping for Huo Yunjie like a little child.

Que Ning’an glanced sideways at Baixue Ding, who broke composure in a second, her lips twitching. She didn’t understand why the Sword Child would let someone with such volatile emotions as Baixue Ding join the Divine Wind Sword Sect.

Wouldn’t that affect the image of the sect?

As a disciple from a Two-Star Rank force, Que Ning’an believed they should all be like Jing Jing, maintaining restraint, dignity, and a facade impassible by joy or anger at all times.

“Forget it, after all, she’s an outsider and needs time to adapt,” Que Ning’an muttered to herself, then frowned as she looked at Huo Yunjie’s upright figure, thinking how impressive this person was.

That one sword strike he delivered could probably even block an ordinary Demi-transformed Demon Beast.

“No wonder the Misty Sect values the Sword Child so much; they have such a formidable sword dao prodigy. If he were in our Divine Wind Sword Sect, he would definitely receive focused cultivation.”

As Que Ning’an thought this, she then looked at the eaves Huo Yunjie had sliced with his sword, her breath hitching.

“Who destroyed the banquet hall?”

Just then, a disheveled old man with a wooden staff jumped into the Martial Arts Ground, exuding the oppressive aura of the Element Gathering Realm, as he pointed at the eaves of the banquet hall and loudly demanded an answer.

Que Ning’an saw the old man’s face and felt it looked familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before.

Everyone looked over and realized the eavestrough had been cut off. To distance themselves from blame, they all pointed at the embarrassed Huo Yunjie and said in unison, “He did it!”

Huo Yunjie immediately had a bad feeling.

“Well done!”

Unexpectedly, the old man actually praised him, laughing loudly, “I’ve long found this banquet hall disagreeable, just blow it up!”

With those words, the old man unleashed the terrifying pressure of the ninth level of Element Gathering Realm, charged into the banquet hall, and threw everyone inside out.

The next moment, countless blinding beams of light burst out from the huge hall, followed by a horrifying tidal wave.

Boom!

In the shock of all present, the banquet hall that had stood for hundreds of years was blown apart by the elder, collapsing into ruins.

“This!”

Everyone was dumbstruck.

Que Ning’an suddenly remembered something, and could no longer maintain her dignity, losing color in shock, “This is the previous Great Elder, who went mad from a faulty attempt to advance to the Spirit Sea Realm, and was stripped of his position as Great Elder. Rumors had it that he had been confined by the Sect Master, how did he get out?”

“The previous Great Elder? No wonder he’s so fierce!” Baixue Ding exclaimed in shock.

“Elder Ding, what on earth have you done!” Suddenly, a resonant and thunderous voice came from the sky.

Everyone looked up to see a white-haired elder standing proudly in the void, his clothes fluttering, looking like an old immortal who had encountered the mortal world. With his hands forming seals, he gathered spiritual energy from all directions, creating a palm print hundreds of meters wide, reaching for the mad elder.

“It’s the current Great Elder!”

Seeing the white-haired elder who made a move, Que Ning’an breathed a sigh of relief.

The mad elder, facing the descending palm print, expressionlessly pointed with his wooden staff, and the palm print that could crush a mountain crumbled instantly. The force rebounded, striking the Divine Wind Sword Sect’s Great Elder and making him fly backward, spitting blood from his mouth.

This scene shocked the entire field!

The Great Elder was a strong man of the ninth level of Element Gathering Realm, yet he couldn’t even block a single hit from the mad elder?

“Hahaha!” The mad elder soared into the sky and flew into the distance.

“Old Demon Ding, come back here!”

The Great Elder stared furiously in the direction where the mad elder had flown off, about to chase after him but suddenly coughed violently and spat out another mouthful of blood, his face turning abruptly dark, “It’s only been a few years and Old Demon Ding’s strength has increased so much, what’s going on?”

On the mid-slope of Feilai Peak.

Ye Feng and the disciples arrived here, just in time to witness the scene of the Great Elder being severely injured by the mad elder, all of them agape and secretly marveling that this guy was much fiercer than the Fanged Mad Pig and the Dual-winged Giant Crocodile.

“Elder Ding has gone mad again!”

Ji Wushuang, who was leading the way, kept twitching at the corner of his eyes as he watched the direction the mad elder flew off to.

“Is that really an elder from your Divine Wind Sword Sect?” Ye Feng turned back to look at Ji Wushuang, his eyes widened, completely astonished.

The other disciples’ faces were also filled with curiosity, eager to know who the mad elder really was.

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