After speaking, Han Xuanji did not draw his sword, but instead looked at Li Changkong.
A hint of displeasure flickered in his eyes.
Jian Wuchen was, after all, his friend, and he knew that Li Changkong hadn't been brought here by the other party; he had already planned it and was just taking advantage of this opportunity.
"I will suppress my cultivation level and test my Sword Dao with you."
Li Changkong said proudly.
He wasn't the kind of person who bullied the weak.
Upon hearing Li Changkong's words, Han Xuanji smiled.
"No."
Han Xuanji's smile seemed provocative to Li Changkong.
However, in that very instant...
The arrogance and ease on Li Changkong's face froze instantly.
In his perception, Han Xuanji's aura was completely different from before.
With an ancient and desolate air, imbued with supreme majesty, it seems to stand at the source of the Sword Dao, a monarch who governs the rise and fall of the Sword Dao.
An indescribable, terrifying pressure, like an invisible tide, instantly engulfed him.
This is not a contest of strength, but an absolute suppression stemming from the Sword Dao Origin!
The Sword Intent flowing around him suddenly froze, as if it had been frozen.
His " Exquisite Sword Heart " trembled violently at this moment, conveying not a fighting spirit, but awe and... fear from the depths of his soul!
It was as if a subject had encountered an emperor, or a mortal had faced a deity!
"What... what kind of method is this?"
Li Changkong screamed in horror. He tried to struggle and draw his sword, but found that his body was completely unresponsive.
Even moving a single finger has become incredibly difficult.
Han Xuanji stared at him and said, word by word:
"A duel with me? Are you sure you want to continue?"
These words struck Li Changkong like a hammer blow, causing his body to tremble slightly and cold sweat to bead on his forehead.
From Jian Wuchen's perspective, he only saw Han Xuanji say a few words, and then the arrogant and domineering Li Changkong seemed to be Movement Method in place, his face drained of color, his pupils contracted sharply, filled with disbelief and horror, and his forehead was instantly covered with fine cold sweat, as if he was enduring some unimaginable pressure.
Although he didn't feel any pressure from Han Xuanji, he knew that Han Xuanji had used some means to prevent Li Changkong from retaliating, or perhaps...
There was no way to fight back.
Han Xuanji's face was icy cold, and his gaze seemed capable of freezing everything. When it fell on Li Changkong, it felt as if an immense weight was pressing down on him.
At this moment, Li Changkong's aura was completely suppressed by Han Xuanji, and he even seemed to want to kneel down.
He saw many strange phenomena in Han Xuanji's eyes.
He witnessed stars being born and annihilated at the tip of the sword.
I witnessed the cycle of all things flowing within the Sword Intent.
I saw countless ancient sword cultivator phantoms paying homage to the source of the Sword Dao.
"How could this be...?"
Li Changkong found it hard to believe.
The aura emanating from Han Xuanji was completely unlike that of a young sword cultivator; it was more like that of a Sword Dao king, a figure who had already established his own school in the Sword Dao, just like... just like his master, Taiyi Golden Immortal sword cultivator.
Even the slight pressure his master exuded wasn't as terrifying as this.
Is this the true supreme genius?
Despite Li Changkong's unparalleled dominance over his peers in the Immortal Dao Heaven's Chosen Ranking. This is why he wants to make a name for himself and challenge geniuses from all walks of life.
He wanted recognition, he wanted to be listed on the Heaven's Chosen Ranking.
"Tell me now, do you want to continue?"
Han Xuanji stared at him and said softly.
His tone was gentle, but it made Li Changkong feel extremely suffocated.
He wanted to speak, but lacked the resolve; yet, bowing his head was more painful than death.
hateful!
Why, why is he, a disciple of the Pill Lineage, so strong?
For a moment, the atmosphere froze.
Han Xuanji would not kill him, but he would certainly teach him a lesson.
Jian Wuchen was shocked. Looking at Han Xuanji's back, his eyes were filled with complex emotions, including surprise, disappointment, and even some shame.
"Since you're not saying anything, I'll take that as a sign you've given up. This time..."
Han Xuanji glanced at Li Changkong, then at Jian Wuchen, and said calmly:
"Let's call it a draw."
Han Xuanji suddenly withdrew his aura, and the vast phenomenon and terrifying pressure receded like a tide, disappearing without a trace in an instant.
He stood calmly in place, as if nothing had happened.
Li Changkong, on the other hand, looked as if he had just been pulled out of the water; his whole body was soaked in cold sweat, his face was as pale as paper, and his body was trembling slightly uncontrollably.
He was breathing heavily, his eyes vacant.
After several breaths, his pupils refocused, and he slowly looked at Han Xuanji, who had a calm expression.
In those eyes, there was no longer a trace of arrogance or contempt, only endless shock, and... a gradually rising, indescribable awe.
This is a true prodigy in the Sword Dao path; it's a real pity he's not a disciple of his Sword Lineage!
Li Changkong very well. He wasn't jealous of Han Xuanji's talent; he only felt regret and shame for his rudeness.
"Thump!"
To Jian Wuchen's astonishment, Li Changkong suddenly knelt down and sincerely apologized to Han Xuanji:
" Li Changkong... is blind and has offended you!"
His voice trembled.
He finally understood why his master valued this disciple of the Pill Lineage so much, even bestowing upon him the " Extreme Heaven Sword Dao ".
Perhaps... that means they've discovered a true Sword Dao swordsmanship.
To be so arrogant as to "ask for advice" from such a being is like a firefly trying to compete with the bright moon.
How ridiculous! How pathetic!
Han Xuanji looked at Li Changkong, who was kneeling on the ground, unable to contain his excitement, and shook his head slightly in his heart.
The entry for " Sword Dao foremost " seems to be having an excessively good effect.
Of course, this is because his Sword Dao is far superior to his opponent's, and Li Changkong is relatively simple-minded, essentially just a spoiled young man.
Han Xuanji spoke calmly, his voice still even:
" The Sword Dao is not a technique for competing and winning. If one's mind is restless and Sword Intent is sharp, one is like a tree without roots or a duckweed without water."
Get up, I don't blame you.
Li Changkong refused to get up, and instead said to Jian Wuchen:
"Brother, I was being ungrateful."
At this moment, he seemed to understand Jian Wuchen, and knew why he was protecting Han Xuanji so much—it was clearly because he was afraid that Han Xuanji would anger him.
Helpless, Han Xuanji released an invisible divine power to lift him up.
If others see this, it will make it seem like he's the one bullying people.
He still preferred the other person's initial arrogant and unruly demeanor.
"Rise. The path of the Sword Dao is a long and arduous one. I hope you will guard your sword heart, remain humble and composed, and only then may you hope to glimpse the true path."
Upon hearing this, Li Changkong respectfully stood up, his hands at his sides, appearing even more obedient than before his master, Immortal Lord Yuheng.
Jian Wuchen, who was standing to the side, was already dumbfounded.
What exactly happened?
From his perspective, he only saw Han Xuanji raise his hand, nod, and then the arrogant Li Changkong knelt down?
You should apologize to him?
What... what exactly is going on?
He had heard that Li Changkong was no pushover, often offending people, and if it weren't for his astonishing background, he would have been dealt with long ago.