Xu Yan did not care in the slightest that he was surrounded. He understood what the Thousand Martial Hall had in mind as well. Rather than challenge him one at a time, they might as well come at him together.
He intended to completely suppress the Thousand Martial Hall's prodigies.
He refused to believe that, this time, he still could not force the Thousand Martial Hall's prodigies to reveal themselves.
After this battle, he would travel through the Spirit Domain, roam the four quarters, comprehend the heavens, earth, mountains, and rivers, and await the final showdown of the Prodigy Competition.
Even if this time forced a Supreme Expert of the Thousand Martial Hall to personally intervene, he would not care.
"Come at me. Besides, your lives aren't worth much money in the Thousand Martial Hall anyway."
Xu Yan smiled indifferently.
"Xu Yan, provoking us is useless. Today, we can fight for the dignity of our supreme sect. If we die, we will die gloriously!"
One of the prodigies spoke coldly.
"No!"
Xu Yan shook his head and said, "Your deaths will be glorious, but you are not dying for the Thousand Martial Hall. You will be dying by my hand, becoming one of the stepping stones on my ascent to the peak of the Spirit Domain. That truly is a glorious death."
"Fuck!"
The five men were so furious that their faces turned green.
"He's doing it again, he's doing it again! Xu Yan is as arrogant as ever!"
Cui Huayu sighed in exasperation.
All the martial artists fell silent. They had witnessed Xu Yan's arrogance with their own eyes.
Xu Yan smiled indifferently and said, "The name of Sword God Xu Yan will resound throughout the heavens and earth one day, across the four quarters. As stepping stones on