Jian Wutian smugly stroked his beard.
What a joke. This was the mighty Dustless Sword Art—how could a bunch of disciples here possibly compare?
"Dustless Sword Art! How long had he been training in it?"
Wei Changsheng asked in astonishment.
"A full half year."
"A full half year? Does reaching this level of mastery really warrant the words 'a full'?"
Wei Changsheng revealed a shocked expression.
Half a year to cultivate the Dustless Sword Art to such a level?
After all, Xie Meng was his disciple. He knew perfectly well how formidable Xie Meng's swordsmanship was and where he ranked among people his age.
And now, a disciple whose realm was so much lower than Xie Meng's had won in a pure contest of swordsmanship.
Yes, he knew the Dustless Sword Art was powerful, but for someone of a lower realm to defeat Xie Meng, just how far would they have to master the Dustless Sword Art to achieve that?
This kid was a little too outrageous, wasn't he?
"Dustless Sword Art!"
Xie Meng glanced at the cut across his waist, then stared at Ye Tianyi with a deeply furrowed brow.
"What is it?"
Xie Meng asked, "How long have you been training with Elder Jian Wutian? To have mastered the Dustless Sword Art to such a degree! Ten years? No! The Dustless Sword Art is unfathomably profound. My swordsmanship may not match it, but it is by no means weak. I have trained for twenty-five years! Could it be that you have trained for more than twenty years as well? But Heavenly Peak has not even existed for more than twenty years."
"Half a year," Ye Tianyi said.
"Impossible!"
Xie Meng roared!
"Don't even think about disrupting my Dao heart!"
Xie Meng pointed at Ye Tianyi furiously, gritting his