Whose Sword, Battle at Ximen

Elder Wang shot up from his chair, almost flying towards Wang Xian on the viewing platform.

Dongfang Nishang, Dongfang Feihong, and Law Enforcement Elder Yan Ruobing.

Even Liu Qingyun from the East Sea and others, in this instant...

looked at the spiritual sword in Wang Xian's hand!

Only to see Wang Xian, with a confused expression, holding a spiritual sword that was ancient, imbued with the power of years, and even had some mottled marks on its blade!

Hearing the elders' exclamations, the disciples of the Xuantian Sect on the plaza, including Nalan Feiyan, Nalan Feng, and Chen Feifei.

also looked towards Wang Xian on the high platform.

Tantai Xiaoxue thought for a moment and asked, "Junior Brother, did Martial Uncle give you this sword?"

Wang Xian glanced at Ximen Tinghua in front of him and shook his head, "No."

Elder Wang Ruowang of the Xuantian Sect clutched his chest.

He said quietly, "This sword is named 'Startling God,' it is the Heaven Mountain Town Suppressing Sword, kept in the Golden Hall!"

"I never imagined that ten years ago, on a black wind high night, it was stolen by a thief... Many of us elders searched the world, but we never found any trace of this sword..."

As he spoke, two lines of tears quietly fell down Elder Wang's face.

Clearly, he was too excited and too shocked!

Wang Xian lowered his head and looked at the dark sword hilt. He saw the two words "Startling God!" branded on it.

They were almost completely worn away by the traces of time.

Just as he was about to speak.

A voice from the white-robed woman in his sea of consciousness, a voice that sounded pure and cold, a voice that sounded casual...

Wang Xian Hearing This, was startled.

But then he gently nodded and grinned!

He looked back at the Xuantian Sect elders on the viewing platform and replied, "Seniors, given the friendship between my Master and Senior Nalan, I should hand it over with both hands. However, this sword was gifted to me by a senior..."

Wang Ruowang waved his big hand, "As long as the Young Master gifts it, the Xuantian Sect is willing to offer five thousand Ling Shi, how about it?"

"Oh!"

As if he had already anticipated this outcome, Wang Xian nodded.

He muttered to himself, as if answering the Xuantian Sect elders, or perhaps speaking to the mysterious woman in his sea of consciousness.

He thought for a moment and replied, "Alright..."

Wang Ruowang was overjoyed upon hearing this, "Thank you!"

"Wait!"

Wang Xian shook his head and pointed at Ximen Tinghua in front of him, saying:

"I want to fight this fellow first. Regardless of win or lose, I will hand over this spiritual sword. How about it?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Ruowang couldn't help but glance at Dongfang Nishang beside him.

Dongfang Nishang gave a light smile, "Can't the Xuantian Sect's spiritual sword be used for battle?"

Wang Ruowang nodded, "Yes, please be careful, Young Master!"

"Don't worry, it won't be harmed!"

After Wang Xian finished speaking, he waved the sword sheath towards the viewing platform. Tantai Xiaoxue caught it and looked at it again and again, then handed it over to Wang Ruowang behind her.

Her face was full of disdain.

She thought to herself, what a town-suppressing divine sword, yet it had such a shabby sword sheath.

Wang Ruowang received it with both hands, held it to his chest, and repeatedly said, "Thank you!"

Wo cao!

The thousands of people on the plaza were all stunned!

The Wang Xian before them was no more than eleven years old and could not possibly be the one who stole the Xuantian Sect's spiritual sword ten years ago...

No one had anticipated that Wang Xian, who had fought Sima Jue from the academy before, used his fists!

Later, when facing the girl from the Tang family, he took out a wooden sword and won.

Now, facing Ximen Tinghua from the Desert North.

He was actually forced to take out the town-suppressing sword that had been missing from the Xuantian Sect for ten years!

Who could handle this?

Maybe in the next moment, someone else would step forward, and this fellow would pull out another divine sword?

Thinking of this, Liu Qingyun from the East Sea and Baili Yuhuang from Hundred Flower Valley exchanged glances with Shangguan Wuchen, who was also an elder, and the three were simultaneously shocked.

Even the Law Enforcement Elder of the Kunlun Sword Sect couldn't help but ask Dongfang Nishang:

"Junior Sister... could it be?"

This instant, nearly all the Elders of the Four Great Sects panicked!

Dongfang Nishang, however, was disdainful and chuckled lightly, "What are you afraid of? At most, give him five thousand. If five thousand isn't enough, give him ten thousand. Isn't he very poor?"

Great Elder Dongfang Feihong couldn't help but smile faintly upon hearing this.

He waved his sleeve, "This matter will be left to Junior Sister!"

Liu Qingyun from the East Sea, along with the two elders from Hundred Flower Valley, all looked towards Dongfang Nishang.

Baili Yuhuang smiled faintly, "If it really comes to that, I can only trouble Senior Sister."

Dongfang Nishang didn't answer immediately but looked at the two people on the high platform and called out, "I say, Wang Xian, aren't you going home?"

Wang Xian nodded.

Holding his Spirit Sword, he said to Brother Ximen, "Brother Ximen, please!"

"In that case, let us begin!"

"Zheng..."

A sword howl like a tide, a sharp sword qi cut through the void!

A sword, dense as rain, slashed towards Wang Xian!

This sword strike made Dongfang Nishang's heart tighten!

With just a sudden sword strike, all of Wang Xian's retreat paths were sealed, leaving him no chance to fall back!

This was forcing Wang Xian to fight him!

Who knew that Wang Xian, with his Spirit Sword in hand, would advance instead of retreating, his figure leaping forward like a gibbon.

His Spirit Sword unleashed a streak of lightning, like a thunderclap from the Nine Heavens Above, clashing with Ximen Tinghua's rain-dense sword strike!

The Old Daoist had taught Wang Xian: if you cannot see your opponent's sword, do not look!

As long as you are fast enough, and your sword is sharp enough!

Ten years of hard cultivation, with the Heavenly Tome World, Wang Xian had grasped a trace of Wind Sword Intent. Not to mention, he had also learned those two Preservation Moves from Martial Nephew!

"Dang!"

The two swords clashed instantly. Ximen Tinghua let out a cry of shocked anger, and his body retreated two steps.

Wang Xian, however, did not retreat. Instead, he pressed forward.

In the ten years within the Heavenly Tome, he had cultivated his Five Body Realms to the Minor Accomplishment Realm!

In everyone's eyes, they only saw a whirlwind, instantly charging towards Ximen Tinghua, who was recoiling... moving like a gale, swift as lightning!

This time, Wang Xian suddenly blasted out a punch.

"Honglong!" A resounding explosion!

Even facing the coverage of Ximen Tinghua's sword rain, Wang Xian appeared calm and composed.

At the critical moment, a fist shot out and struck Ximen Tinghua's chest.

"Pu chi!"

Even Ximen Tinghua, who was in the Nascent Soul Realm, couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood when he was suddenly struck in the chest by Wang Xian's punch.

Instantly, it stained his snow-white robe red, a dazzling sight for everyone!

Wang Xian, who was only in the Foundation Establishment Realm, had made Ximen Tinghua spit blood with a single punch!

This was a genuine Nascent Soul Realm cultivator!

Heavens, everyone felt like they were going crazy!

Could it be that Ximen Tinghua and the Tang Family's Young Lady's cultivation were fake? Or were they intentionally going easy?

This was a gambling match worth one thousand Líng Shí!

Clutching his sleeve to wipe the bloodstain from the corner of his mouth, Ximen Tinghua looked at Wang Xian, who was within arm's reach, a bitter expression on his face.

The opponent was too strong!

It made him, a cultivator who was already in the genuine Nascent Soul Realm, feel sincere admiration, and even a touch of terror.

Looking at the Spirit Sword in his hand, Ximen Tinghua said with a bitter smile, "I'm fighting you with swords, but you used your fist to injure me. Does that count as a sneak attack?"

"No!"

Wang Xian shook his head, "This is open and aboveboard. I didn't use any hidden weapons. At most, I promise you I won't use my fists anymore!"

"Good!"

Before the words fell, Ximen Tinghua's Spirit Sword flashed.

Gathering all his Líng Qì, he suddenly exerted force in his arm, took a step forward, and unleashed his attack.

Swish!

His body swept through the void like an arrow, fierce as thunder, lunging forward.

He didn't even rush to draw his Spirit Sword. He wanted to clearly see Wang Xian's retreat path before making a move. This sword strike, he decided, would send his opponent off the Three Zhang High Platform.

Just like Wang Xian had blasted Tang Shisan off!

But at this moment, Wang Xian, like a shooting star, disappeared before his eyes...