That remark had clearly struck Yichen where it hurt.
"Roar!"
He let out an enraged roar. The muscles in his face twitched violently, and killing intent spilled from his eyes. "Wang Chongyang! That Taoist bastard! If my One Yang Finger hadn't fallen short of perfection back then, how could I have lost to him?!"
He panted heavily and ground his teeth. "But it doesn't matter... I already have a way. As long as... as long as I master the Six Meridian Divine Sword and fully integrate the One Yang Finger with it, forget Wang Chongyang—even if the Heavenly King himself came, I could cut him down with a single sword strike!"
Six Meridian Divine Sword?
Lin Xuan's heart stirred. This was the Dali Duan Clan's supreme martial art and Tianlong Temple's treasured inheritance.
It seemed Yichen's thirst for power had truly reached an extreme.
Lin Xuan smiled and threw out an even more challenging name. "Fine, let's say you can defeat Wang Chongyang. But talent after talent has emerged in the martial world, and Wang Chongyang has long since passed away. The universally acknowledged number one in the world today is Zhang Sanfeng of the Wudang Sect."
"His cultivation has reached the realm of creation itself. He has not appeared in the martial world for decades, yet his legends still circulate throughout it. Once you master the Six Meridian Divine Sword, are you confident you can defeat him?"
In this world steeped in Comprehensive Martial Arts, Zhang Sanfeng's name was like an insurmountable mountain, weighing upon the hearts of all martial artists.
Upon hearing the three words "Zhang Sanfeng," the previously incomparably arrogant Yichen fell silent for once.
The madness in his eyes receded slightly, replaced by even more blazing fighting spirit.
"Zhang Sanfeng..." he muttered, as if savoring the