Successive Victories

The moment Yang Lingtian stepped onto the arena, a wave of jeers erupted from all around.

"Is this kid an idiot? Going up first—isn't he just asking for a beating?"

"Haha, he probably wants to finish early so he can go back to sleep!"

"What an overestimation of his own abilities. Does he even realize what level the experts here are?"

Faced with everyone's jeers, Yang Lingtian remained calm, as though he had not heard them.

He slowly closed his eyes and began regulating his breathing in preparation.

Just then, a figure suddenly charged onto the arena.

"Kid, since you're in such a hurry to lose, I'll grant your wish!"

The newcomer was none other than Old Ancestor Han Shan, a top expert of the Ninth Layer Mahayana Realm.

Old Ancestor Han Shan let out a cold laugh, and the long sword in his hand instantly left its sheath.

"Watch closely. This sword of mine is called Mountain River Shatter!"

Sword light flashed like a rainbow, instantly enveloping the entire arena.

The crowd cried out in alarm. The might of this strike was something an ordinary Ninth Layer Mahayana Realm expert could not withstand at all.

Yet just as the sword light was about to reach him, Yang Lingtian suddenly opened his eyes.

Within his eyes, it was as if two blazing suns were burning.

"Break!"

Yang Lingtian gave a soft shout and suddenly swept his right hand forward.

In an instant, a resplendent beam of sword light burst from his hand.

The two sword lights collided violently in midair, unleashing a deafening boom.

Old Ancestor Han Shan's sword light was instantly shattered, transforming into countless tiny specks of light that scattered through the air.

"This... How is this possible?"

Old Ancestor Han Shan stared at the scene before him