With a single sword strike, who could have imagined that Yang Zhen would swell up Luo Shan Yang's face?
Li Qingfeng was stunned, Fuyao was stunned, the Heavenly Mountain Holy Lord was stunned, and the Nine Dragons Saint Venerable was also stunned.
Even the arrogant Sword Devil was completely dumbfounded as he watched his precious disciple cover his swollen face, unable to react for a moment.
The Yaoguang Holy Son's eyes twitched violently; he knew this would be the outcome.
The entire hilltop erupted in excitement again. Everyone stared at Yang Zhen in disbelief. What happened to the promised unique experience?
Where's the promised clash of swords and towering waves of battle?
One sword strike, and Luo Shan Yang couldn't even withstand it; his face was swollen?
"You bastard, I'm going to kill you!"
Enraged, Luo Shan Yang charged haphazardly towards Yang Zhen with heavy, rumbling steps. Even the Willow Heart Sword in his hand transformed into the Willow Heartless Sword, causing the seniors to shake their heads in disbelief. What was this all about? Was this still the same Luo Shan Yang who had declared his contemporaries to Sword Addict ants?
Snap!
A deafening roar echoed through the mountains, and Luo Shan Yang flew in the same direction again, landing in the same spot, his other half of his face swollen.
Luo Shan Yang scrambled to his feet again, staring blankly at his Sword Devil master, and cried out, "Master, he hit me!"
The Sword Devil snorted coldly and said, "I've hit you too!"
That's right, that slap just now was delivered by the Sword Devil himself, and it was so perfectly executed that many cultivators with obsessive-compulsive disorder felt instantly relieved.
Both sides are swollen, that feels better!
"Then... how can that be the same?" Luo Shan Yang was truly dumbfounded. He had been beaten, and instead of disciplining Yang Zhen, his master was disciplining him?
Is this still a respected master?
The Sword Devil snorted coldly, ignoring Luo Shan Yang, and walked step by step toward Yang Zhen.
A powerful aura erupted from the Sword Devil, unleashing the terrifying power of the sixth level. Yang Zhen raised his foot, but no matter what he did, he couldn't bring it down.
"Boy, how dare you lecture my disciple in front of me!"
A bead of cold sweat appeared on Yang Zhen's face. He stomped heavily on the ground, making a loud rumbling sound. Slowly, he turned around, a harmless smile plastered on his face, and said, "So, senior, what do you plan to do?"
The Sword Devil's eyes narrowed, and he gave Yang Zhen a deep look before saying, "If you beat the young one, the older one will naturally come out. Don't you even know this basic common sense?"
Yang Zhen exclaimed, "Oh dear!" and said, "I know, I know! This kind of thing is commonplace in our village. But... senior, you seem to have forgotten that there are two people standing behind me!"
Upon hearing Yang Zhen's words, Nine Dragons and the Heavenly Mountain Holy Lord finally snapped out of their surprise. They exchanged a glance, Nine Dragons gave a wry smile, saying, "That damned brat!"
With that, Nine Dragons, looking nonchalant, approached Yang Zhen and stared at the Sword Devil, saying, "Old man, what do you want?"
Yang Zhen's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He never expected that this old guy, Nine Dragons, could be so disrespectful when he was old, but his protective attitude towards his own was truly something else!
Suppressing a smile, the Heavenly Mountain Holy Lord walked slowly and gracefully to Nine Dragons's side, and said slowly, "Senior Sword Devil Demon, today is a contest between juniors, so there's no need for us to interfere, is there?"
There's really no need to interfere; this has been a tacit agreement among many powerful individuals since the emergence of the Sword Spirit.
They allowed their disciples to compete and try, while the older generation remained uninvolved.
Because once the older generation makes a move, no matter how skilled they are in Sword Dao, they will not gain the Sword Spirit's approval. Instead, they will anger the Sword Spirit. Anyone who angers the Sword Spirit will be a sinner, and none of the major forces participating in this operation to subdue the Sword Spirit will let such a person go.
What can the older generation do? They still have to watch out for the bratty kid, Sword Spirit!
The Sword Devil snorted coldly, glanced at Nine Dragons and the Heavenly Mountain Holy Lord, and said, "Fine, I can wait!"
There's no rush to kill. Although the Sword Devil is called a demon, he's not stupid, much less impulsive.
Although these words were spoken and sounded somewhat like admitting defeat, everyone present could see that Yang Zhen was doomed.
Once the matter of subduing the Sword Spirit is over, no matter who gets the Sword Spirit, the Sword Devil will take action. This is clear from the way the Sword Devil looks at Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen wasn't afraid at all; in fact, she almost wanted to laugh.
With the Nine Dragons and the Heavenly Mountain Holy Lord around, Yang Zhen fears no one. Even if the Great Saint Fengli came, Yang Zhen would not be afraid.
Even without the Nine Dragons and the Heavenly Mountain Holy Lord, it wouldn't be easy for the Sword Devil to capture him, so what's there to be afraid of?
This is the feeling of being fearless. When Yang Zhen left, he walked with such abandon that he didn't even recognize his own family. The Sword Devil's eyes twitched wildly, and he almost couldn't help but attack on the spot.
The Heavenly Mountain Holy Lord stared blankly at Yang Zhen's swaggering manner, then glared at Nine Dragons.
Nine Dragons was caught in the crossfire even though he was lying down, and could only wryly curse that little bastard!
When it comes to stirring up trouble, Yang Zhen has never lost a battle!
Tame the Sword Spirit?
Yes, subdue the Sword Spirit!
Luo Shan Yang's eyes lit up. He looked like he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't. However, as expected of a genius with extraordinary talent, the swelling on both faces had almost gone down in such a short time.
Everyone here is here to subdue the Sword Spirit. Anyway, Yang Zhen has already thoroughly offended his master, so how arrogant can he possibly be?
Luo Shan Yang never expected that a young cultivator of the same generation could send him flying with a single sword strike. Under that sword strike, Luo Shan Yang could sense that Yang Zhen's power was no less than his own, and was even slightly higher.
But so what?
Today's Luo Shan Yang is not the same Luo Shan Yang as before; they would never again utter such words as "all our contemporaries are ants."
After realizing this, Luo Shan Yang was prepared for the possibility that there would be people more capable than him, but...
However, Luo Shan Yang always believed that in the art of swordsmanship, apart from his master, everyone else was a junior!
Isn't it just about taming Sword Spirit?
If you can't beat Yang Zhen, then start by subduing the Sword Spirit and crush Yang Zhen under your feet, making him die with a belly full of resentment.
Thinking of this, Luo Shan Yang took a deep breath, his expression sharpened, and his eyes, like a long sword, were fixed on Yang Zhen's back.
"He's serious! Luo Shan Yang is serious!"
"How can we not take it seriously? Sword Dao, if Luo Shan Yang claims to be second, no one of his generation dares to claim to be first."
"I just don't know how long Yang Zhen can hold on!"
The crowd discussed amongst themselves, watching the two tall figures gradually walk towards the mountaintop.
Luo Shan Yang laughed heartily and said, " Yang Zhen, I established contact with the Sword Spirit. If it weren't for your sudden appearance, the Sword Spirit would probably already be mine. I hope you don't suffer a crushing defeat."
Yang Zhen glanced at Luo Shan Yang, shook his head, and said, "How many times do I have to tell you before you understand? This ' Sage of Saunter' is here to subdue Sword Spirit, not to compete with you in this or that. But if you want to compete, fine..."
Yang Zhen's eyes lit up, and he said, " The Willow Heart Sword in your hand is a good thing. Do you want to take it out and gamble on it?"
"You..." Luo Shan Yang glared at him angrily and said, "Wishful thinking! You think you can have the Willow Heart Sword?"
Yang Zhen for a moment and said, "Well, I have a few Swordsmanship here, all passed down from the Primordial Wilderness era, such as the Green Lotus Sword Song, the Nine Swords of Dugu, the Taiji Sword, and the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Swords."
"Is... is this really true?" Luo Shan Yang lived up to his reputation as Sword Addict; his eyes lit up immediately upon hearing the names of these Swordsmanship.
Listen to that! What a grand and impressive name! It must be an extraordinary Swordsmanship, far superior to those Swordsmanship with names like "Great Sun," "Great Thunder," or "Great Wind."
" Green Lotus Sword Song?" The Sword Devil narrowed his eyes in the crowd!
" The Green Lotus Sword Song?" Nine Dragons gasped, muttering to himself, "Just how much does this brat know?"
" Green Lotus Sword Song?" the Heavenly Mountain Holy Lord exclaimed softly, "I didn't expect anyone would still remember this name!"