Displaying Great Might

Xie Zhaoyang laughed heartily, his steel-like beard trembling involuntarily, yet he said with complete indifference, "The reason our Kyoto Martial Arts Hall can stand firm in Kyoto is precisely because of this unique skill of mine."

As he spoke, Xie Zhaoyang used mental energy transmission to teach Zhang Tao the trick of integrating mental energy manifestations with real-world attacks.

Zhang Tao was lost in thought; he hadn't expected it to be used this way. This Brother Xie was truly a talent. Such a mental energy attack was far more stable than the way Fang Ping would just detonate his mental energy at the drop of a hat.

It hadn't been passed down later, likely because Brother Xie had died in battle.

"Kid, I'm counting on you to carry this unique skill forward in the future!" Xie Zhaoyang clearly knew his own limits. Even though he was a veteran Rank 7 Grandmaster, it would take a long time to reach Rank 8, and he didn't even dare to dream of Rank 9. However, Zhang Tao's level of genius was more than enough to support this technique.

"Brother Xie, don't talk like you're about to die!" Zhang Tao laughed.

Xie Zhaoyang also laughed, not continuing the topic. In this world, who could say for sure they would always stay alive? Especially when he was only a Rank 7.

"Brother Xie, come with me to the Rank 8 zone for a bit!" Zhang Tao said suddenly.

Xie Zhaoyang was stunned, then said with heroic spirit, "Let's go! Whoever doesn't go is a coward!"

The two of them quickly flew toward the Rank 8 battlefield. At this moment, Wang Zanghai was somewhat exhausted, having already consumed more than half of his Indestructible Substance. However, the situation on the Rank 8 side was truly grim. Just a moment ago, another one of their own had been killed. He wondered if that kid Zhang Tao had run away!

Soon, Wang Zanghai's eyes widened as he saw Zhang Tao and Xie Zhaoyang arriving together. Wang Zanghai was so angry he nearly choked. Damn it, he had told him to run! The brat had actually run into the Rank 8 zone instead—was he in such a hurry to die?

"Brother Xie, let's kill a few Rank 8s first, then give the blade to Senior Wang later!" Zhang Tao sent a mental message. Xie Zhaoyang nodded. Of course, he felt a bit sour inside, but since his strength wasn't up to Wang Zanghai's level, giving the blade to him was indeed the best choice.

"Kill!" Zhang Tao immediately drew his Rank 7 Divine Weapon and slashed forward.

A Catacombs Rank 8, who was currently fighting a human Rank 8 Golden Body, was struck by this blade. However, a flash of golden light appeared on his body, and Zhang Tao's strike didn't cause him much damage.

"Heh, Rank 7?" The Catacombs Rank 8 laughed disdainfully. A Rank 7 wanted to ambush him? Had he taken the wrong medicine?

Then, he saw Xie Zhaoyang charging over with the God-Slaying Blade. The Rank 8 was so angry he laughed. What were these two Rank 7s trying to do? The human Rank 8 he was fighting wasn't strong; in a little while, he would be able to wear down the human's Indestructible Substance. But the gap in strength wasn't something two Rank 7s could bridge.

This was looking down on him! With so many Rank 8s on the field, they didn't look for others but came specifically for him—was he that easy to bully?

The Catacombs Rank 8 decided he would properly teach this human a lesson!

As the God-Slaying Blade approached, the Rank 8 released a layer of Indestructible Substance on his arm and struck toward the blade.

However, this time, he miscalculated. The God-Slaying Blade was like a red-hot iron rod plunging into butter, instantly slicing through his fist.

If he hadn't pulled back quickly, he would have lost his entire arm.

Before he could think further, the human Grandmaster roared and slashed at him with a sword, instantly leaving a wound so deep the bone was visible.

Xie Zhaoyang didn't hesitate either; he backhanded with his blade and severed the Rank 8's head.

"What the hell!" The human Rank 8 was stunned. Was this Old Xie? Damn, how was his strength so high? This wasn't scientific.

"Old Xu, don't just stand there, go!" Xie Zhaoyang called out, feeling incredibly satisfied. He couldn't help but feel smug—look at that, let's see you call me a 'perpetual Rank 7' again, you idiot.

Soon, the man called Old Xu fixed his gaze on the blade, suddenly realizing what was happening. Without a word, he snatched the blade from Xie Zhaoyang's hand and charged out, howling.

Xie Zhaoyang was stunned. Once he realized what happened, he began to curse loudly. Damn it, that was dishonorable! I saved you, and you stole my blade?

"Xu Yingcang, you bastard!" Xie Zhaoyang was still cursing, but Xu Yingcang ignored him entirely. Zhang Tao flew to Xie Zhaoyang's side and said, "Brother Xie, let's go!"

The two followed behind Xu Yingcang and watched as he slashed at a Rank 8. A burst of golden light erupted from the Rank 8's body, but it was useless; he was instantly killed by Xu Yingcang's blade.

Zhang Tao raised an eyebrow and chuckled. It seemed the blade was much more effective in Xu Yingcang's hands than in Xie Zhaoyang's.

Seeming to notice Zhang Tao's amusement, Xie Zhaoyang's face turned even darker.

"Haha, today, I, Xu Yingcang, shall display my divine might!" Xu Yingcang laughed loudly. Among the Rank 8s, who could stop his blade?

"Explode!" Just then, a Catacombs Rank 8 detonated himself. Instantly, a massive shockwave swept across the field. Zhang Tao and Xie Zhaoyang were blown far away, crashing deeply into the ground.

The two climbed up and immediately looked into the distance. At this moment, Xu Yingcang had been reduced to a golden skeleton, with very little golden light left on his body.

"Idiot!" Wang Zanghai cursed, instantly kicking Xu Yingcang toward Zhang Tao and the others while he himself charged out with the God-Slaying Blade.

"Hmph!" Xie Zhaoyang picked up Xu Yingcang's Rank 8 Golden Bone and laughed disdainfully. If he wasn't an idiot, what was he? Not killing the enemy, just standing there spouting nonsense and getting caught in a self-detonation. Looking at Xu Yingcang, who couldn't even recover, Xie Zhaoyang's eyes were full of contempt.

"This... damn it, Old Liu is dead. That trash Old Liu, how could he let the enemy detonate himself!" Xu Yingcang said with a mournful face, though his skeletal face couldn't really express any emotion.

"Let's go, we aren't needed on the Rank 8 side anymore!" Xie Zhaoyang said immediately, picking up Xu Yingcang and leaving. Zhang Tao followed quickly. That was true; they really weren't needed anymore. In fact, if a Rank 8 detonated, they would just be a burden. It was better to leave first.

With the God-Slaying Blade, Wang Zanghai had gone on a killing spree, and three Rank 8s had already fallen by his hand.

"Damn it, a bunch of trash!" On the Rank 9 battlefield, the Mulberry King roared. With such a massive advantage in forces, these idiots were actually going to lose.

"Heh, and how much better are you?" Li Xianling said with disdain. The Rank 9 Divine Weapon in his hand forced the Mulberry King to retreat step by step. The Chrysanthemum King tried to intervene, but was instantly slashed away by Li Xianling's sword. As the head of the Culture Academy, Li Xianling's strength was beyond doubt.

Even fighting three at once, Li Xianling showed no signs of falling behind.