Xu Yan sheathed his sword, looked at Fu Yuntian, and said, "I'm going to the ninth level. Have ten peak Grandmasters come over. I'll defeat them all, then go to the Archive Pavilion."
The corner of Fu Yuntian's mouth twitched. You're really direct.
"No need. You've cleared the trial. You can go straight to the Archive Pavilion."
He shook his head as he spoke.
Ten peak Grandmasters attacking together?
Meaningless.
Xu Yan scratched his head and said, "I still want to fight ten peak Grandmasters. I've never tried it before, so I want to give it a shot."
Fu Yuntian: ...
Everyone: ...
"Fine!"
Fu Yuntian nodded and had Ding Yan call people over.
Xu Yan immediately cheerfully headed upward, making for the Martial Arts Stage on the ninth level.
"What was that sword strike of yours called?"
Fu Yuntian asked with a solemn expression.
"Mountain River Dragon's Roar."
Xu Yan replied.
"Mountain River Dragon's Roar?"
Fu Yuntian murmured the words to himself several times.
The ninth level.
All ten peak Grandmasters had arrived, including Ding Yan.
"Little friend, I'd like to experience that sword strike of yours again."
Ding Yan spoke with a grave expression.
The other nine peak Grandmasters were likewise extremely solemn. This youth possessed formidable strength—he had defeated Ding Yan with a single sword strike.
He probably couldn't be defeated by anyone below the Grandmaster realm!
Where had this monster come from?
"You'll get to experience it again."
Xu Yan's expression turned solemn as well.
He drew his sword, and a golden dragon coiled around him.
The ten peak Grandmasters were no weaklings. They were even stronger than Yin Hong—equivalent to two or three Yin Hongs.
Therefore, he didn't dare be careless in the slightest.
"Please!"
The ten peak Grandmasters didn't hold back either.
With a