Huang Tian had never shied away from sparring. Every expert, after all, was a collection of several, a dozen, or even hundreds of martial techniques!
By fighting them, Huang Tian could grasp the essence of the techniques they used and make it his own.
High Heaven, for example, was a move he had developed after drawing on the true essence of Ke Rujing's One Staff Opens Heaven during their fight, then combining it with hundreds upon hundreds of other martial techniques.
"It clashes with the day the Yin Holy Son arrives, but that's fine. Once I've dealt with him, I can try my hand against them too."
With that thought, Huang Tian accepted the challenges Xie Zheng and Long Zhang had sent.
The two were quite excited when they heard.
Xie Zheng flicked a finger against his sword blade, producing a sound like a dragon's cry and a phoenix's call. "I'm going to burn incense and bathe, fast for three days, and settle my mind. I'll face him at my very best!"
Long Zhang was less particular, but he too decided to enter seclusion, rest, and gather his strength for the clash three days later.
In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
Funing County had been far quieter than usual during those three days.
The reason was simple: the heads of three third-rank grandmasters hung from the city gate. Every martial artist entering or leaving was chilled to the bone, afraid that making too much of a stir would draw Huang Tian's attention.
Of course, where there was fear, there was resentment.
In a secluded residence, the short, gaunt Elder Duan paced the courtyard with his hands behind his back. He gave a cold laugh. "Huang Tian really is brazen. Our Holy Cult hasn't even sought him out