Floating above the void, the two figures stood opposite each other, each scrutinizing the other.
Jiang Chengzun looked at Wang Yan, slowly concealing the shock in his eyes.
He originally thought he was strong enough, but he never expected that the Primordial Holy Heaven would produce a guy who was even more monstrous than himself!
In particular, the opponent's cultivation level is far lower than his own!
Despite their ongoing battle, Wang Yan's Spiritual Power has shown no signs of weakening; on the contrary, it appears to be growing stronger.
Most importantly, no matter what methods he used, Wang Yan was always able to keep him firmly in control.
This was the first time Jiang Chengzun had ever felt so defeated.
If Wang Yan is far stronger than him, then that's fine, there's nothing to say.
However, every time Wang Yan fought him, the strength he displayed was exactly the same, only slightly stronger than him.
Just a tiny bit.
This little bit is the most terrifying.
That was also what frustrated him the most.
Gazing at the man in black opposite him, Jiang Chengzun's brows furrowed slightly, and he spoke softly.
"If I'm not mistaken, your greatest skill is Sword Dao, isn't it?"
"I've seen you wield your sword in those previous matches, but that wasn't your true strength."
"Come, let me see just how skilled you are in Sword Dao."
He spoke softly, but with utmost seriousness.
Wang Yan rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, looking intently at Jiang Chengzun, deep in thought.
After this encounter, he could indeed sense that Jiang Chengzun was quite good in terms of strength, aptitude, and character.
During the battle, he subtly revealed several openings to Jiang Chengzun.
If Jiang Chengzun wants to win quickly, seizing the flaws in his strategy will surely yield good results.
Of course, this was intentional on Wang Yan's part; how could he not have been on guard?
He was simply pondering whether he should end this battle quickly.
With the prodigies of the Desolate Ancient Holy Heaven preceding him, Wang Yan found it difficult to develop any goodwill towards these top-ranked Holy Heaven prodigies.
But what he didn't expect was that Jiang Chengzun didn't seize on the flaws in his sales pitch at all.
As fellow prodigies, Wang Yan didn't believe that Jiang Chengzun couldn't see his own flaws.
Therefore, there is only one explanation.
That is, the other party has no intention of attacking your weaknesses and doesn't want to win unfairly.
Therefore, Wang Yan developed a more favorable impression of Jiang Chengzun.
Furthermore, Jiang Chengzun's words before the competition began weren't arrogant at all; in fact, they were quite respectful...
Jiang Chengzun said this because he didn't want to leave any regrets in this competition.
That's exactly what he thought too.
The moment the sword was drawn, the entire arena seemed to fall silent for a moment. Jiang Chengzun's gaze subconsciously fell on the sword in Wang Yan's hand, and the solemnity in his brows grew even more serious.
This was the first time he had ever paid such attention to a sword in someone's hand.
Even before, when Qu Youmeng displayed her Ninth-Level Sword Intent, Jiang Chengzun to this extent.
Wang Yan's sword-drawing aura was much calmer than Qu Youmeng's.
However, when facing him, Jiang Chengzun simply couldn't lower his guard.
In the stillness, Wang Yan's eyes were calm as he drew his sword, igniting a ghostly flame.
This time, the aura he exuded when he drew his sword was unlike any other time.
The sword is drawn, and the winds of change shift!
Everyone stared blankly at the scene, their eyes filled with shock and almost nothing else!
this...
"Such Sword Intent..."
Many onlookers, staring at the sword shadows that had almost solidified into physical form on the arena, felt a chill run down their spines.
"How terrifying!!"
"Such sharp Sword Intent, hiss... it's... it's the Ninth-Level Sword Intent... the Great Perfection!!"
Ninth-Level Sword Intent perfected!
Everyone, including all the Holy Masters of the Holy Heaven, stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
In particular, the sight of the almost materialized Netherworld Flame within the Sword Intent deepened their horror.
With the Ninth-Level Sword Intent, Great Perfection, he was just one step away from condensing Sword Domain, and in fact, the outline of Sword Domain was already faintly emerging.
That's a technique only available to those at the Saint Realm!
What a prodigy! What a genius!
Currently, there are no more than five Sword Domain in the entire Holy Heaven Domain!
These powerful figures, numbering less than a palm's breadth, who had already condensed Sword Domain, were all extremely strong individuals, and some were even the hidden trump cards of a Holy Heaven!
But Wang Yan is merely...
Students!
Students!!
This time, even Qu Youmeng was shocked by Wang Yan.
She stood near the bottom of the arena, staring blankly at the figures radiating dark light on the stage. She felt as if the sword light was not only shining on the stage, but also entering her pupils, shaking her to her core.
Even she hadn't expected Wang Yan to have reached this point!
You should know that in the Sword Pavilion, the most talented person in Sword Dao is Senior Sister Su Lianxin, and second only to her, if she asks herself honestly, it should be herself.
In a short period of time, her Sword Intent had already advanced to the ninth level.
She was naturally proud of it.
Unexpectedly, Wang Yan, the most silent senior brother in the Sword Pavilion, had already passed by him without a word!
Given her monstrous talent in Sword Dao, it's clear that it's only a matter of time before Wang Yan condenses his Sword Domain; he lacks nothing at all.
His sword has found its own direction.
How could she not be shocked?
Of all the people present, Lin Xuan was probably the only one who remained relatively calm.
He knew his disciple better than anyone else.
To others, Wang Yan's attainment of the Ninth-Level Sword Intent, Great Perfection seemed sudden, but only his master knew that it was the culmination of years of accumulated experience, and of course, it was also related to his natural talent.
Nine Netherworlds Nether Flame Physique.
Even within the Sword Pavilion, such talent and physique are among the best.
The sword tip, wreathed in black and red flames, pointed directly at Jiang Chengzun. Wang Yan's expression was indifferent; hidden in the shadows beneath the firelight, he spoke softly.
"Fellow Daoist, be careful, I'm about to draw my sword."
The moment the sound faded, a flash of black light appeared.
Jiang Chengzun's pupils constricted, and before he could even react, he clearly felt the earth tremble!
The next second, One Sword fell!
The array of the entire arena could no longer withstand the overwhelming Spiritual Power. With a loud bang, it shattered instantly, and everything returned to nothingness, including the bricks and stones on the arena, all of which turned to ashes.
A trickle of blood flowed down Jiang Chengzun's ear.
The warm, winding red blood stained half of his cheek.
Almost instinctively, he reached out and lightly touched his cheek with his fingertips. The crimson color that came into view made his pupils shrink, and the pain belatedly came over him.
At the same time, Wang Yan's calm voice came from opposite him.
"This sword."
" Blazing Flame."
"You flatter me, fellow Daoist."