Cao Youqian: Time for a Contest Between Real Men

Clang!

Upon hearing the voice, Song Zhaoyi instantly dropped her sword and turned to shout in the direction of the sound.

"Brother Qian!"

Everyone present turned their attention to Cao Youqian.

In an instant, the previously noisy crowd fell silent. Looking at this domineering and arrogant man, everyone felt a strange mix of emotions.

The Cloud Mist City standing beside him stared wide-eyed. He never expected that this Young Master Cao would be so brave; this was something that countless Cloud Mist Sect disciples dreamed of doing.

Unexpectedly, Young Master Cao spoke without the slightest hesitation; the reputation of the Holy Land's prodigy is indeed well-deserved.

On the arena, Long Yan's face was extremely ugly. He hadn't expected that the duck he was about to eat would fly away like this.

He demanded sharply, "Who exactly are you, sir, that you dare to interfere in the marriage alliance between our Long Clan and the Song Clan? Aren't you afraid your ancestor will hold you accountable?"

Cao Youqian, his face filled with arrogance, shouted, "What are the Long Clan and the Song Clan? If I, Cao Youqian, want to take someone away, even the Heavenly King himself can't stop me!"

hiss...

Those around him gasped in shock. Which side was this guy on?

Why did you drag the Song Clan into this? You can't do this to me.

"Cao Youqian?"

Long Yan's expression changed slightly. "You are Cao Youqian from the Dao-Seeking Academy?"

"Now that you know it's me, young master, you know what to do, right?"

Cao Youqian said with a smile.

"Snort!"

Long Yan sneered, "I never expected that the prestigious Dao-Seeking Academy would produce such a scoundrel as you, who steals someone else's fiancée."

"Hehe."

Cao Youqian chuckled, "You say Xiao Yi is your fiancée, so she is your fiancée. If you call her name, will she answer?"

Long Yan: "..."

Song Zhaoyi also spoke up, "That's right, I never agreed to marry you, nor did our Song Clan say we would marry me to you. The Song Clan family has many legitimate daughters; since you've won, what harm is there in marrying you?"

"You!"

Long Yan was rendered speechless by the two's retorts.

Standing behind Cao Youqian, Ye Beixuan was greatly shocked by this scene and thought to himself: Why do I feel like my second senior brother is the one who has been reborn, while I seem to be the fake reborn one?

At this opportune moment, the elder of the Song Clan stepped forward and said, "That's right, junior of the Long Clan. Our Song Clan is not a family that goes back on its word. Since Xiao Yi already has a Daoist partner, then you should find someone else. Our Song Clan has never said that we wouldn't marry off our daughters; it's just that your Long Clan has too high standards."

These words immediately put Long Yan, who had previously stood on the moral high ground, in the eye of the storm.

The disciples of the Cloud Mist Sect shouted, "That's right! Don't you even know your own status? Are you worthy of Senior Sister Zhaoyi?"

"Exactly, what makes you think you can compare to Senior Brother Cao?"

"You don't appreciate the Song Clan's kindness; you really think you're something special."

Everyone present was not a fool. Naturally, a prodigy like Song Zhaoyi from Yunlan Sect would marry a prodigy from the Holy Land like Cao Youqian, so that their Cloud Mist Sect could have honor.

Long Yan gritted his teeth, his expression contorted. He clenched his fists and shouted in his heart, "Elder Sword, I want to kill this Cao bastard."

"Can."

Elder Sword said calmly, "If your mind cannot be clear, how can you cultivate unparalleled sword techniques? Besides, you will have to face such a prodigy sooner or later. Just use him as a stepping stone for your fame to spread throughout the world."

Upon hearing Elder Sword's words, Long Yan's face lit up with excitement. He pointed a finger at Cao Youqian and shouted sharply, "Cao, do you dare to fight me?"

Cao Youqian smiled and said, "Why wouldn't I dare?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Beixuan whispered to Cao Youqian, "Second Senior Brother, be careful. This guy is most likely protected by some old man. If that old man makes a move, you might..."

Cao Youqian raised his hand to interrupt Ye Beixuan, a slight smile playing on his lips, "Junior brother, you probably haven't seen Master's Sword Qi yet, have you? If that old bastard doesn't make a move, fine, but if he does, I'll definitely annihilate him. Everyone has a powerful master, after all."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cao Youqian leaped off the tiger's back and flew towards the arena.

He walked to Song Zhaoyi's side and whispered, "Go down from the arena and heal your injuries. While you're at it, brew me a pot of tea. Once your tea is ready, I'll take this kid's head."

That's insane! Absolutely insane!

Song Zhaoyi's heart was pounding like a deer's. What woman could withstand such a test? She nodded slightly. "Okay, Brother Qian."

Long Yan watched the scene before him indifferently, the anger on his face long gone, replaced by calm. He was just a dead man; there was no need to waste words on him.

After stepping off the stage, Song Zhaoyi took out a tea set from her storage ring and began to brew tea.

On the arena, Cao Youqian stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Long Yan opposite him, and said, "Make your move."

Long Yan didn't speak, but instead shouted with his divine sense, "Elder Sword, help me!"

The next second, his entire demeanor underwent a complete transformation.

The crowd below the stage paled at the sight, and even the elders of the Cloud Mist Sect frowned slightly. This boy was rather eccentric!

Ye Beixuan shouted, "Second Senior Brother, be careful!"

Cao Youqian remained expressionless, simply taking out the Sword Jade given to him by his master from his storage ring.

"Die!"

As Long Yan roared, he swung his sword.

Cao Youqian's lips curled into a slight smile, "Old bastard, is that all you've got? Chop!"

As he spoke, he channeled his magical power into the Sword Jade and shone it in the direction of Long Yan.

Clang!

With a sword's cry, an astonishing Sword Qi burst forth from the Sword Jade.

The Sword Qi transformed into a figure wielding a long sword and descended.

He effortlessly shattered the Long Yan Fiery Sword Qi and then slashed down at him.

"The True Essence of Sword Dao! This is a sword strike from Half-Saint!"

Suddenly, a panicked voice, inappropriate for someone his age, came from Long Yan's mouth. The next second, Elder Sword escaped from Long Yan's body and disappeared into the ring.

To Elder Sword's utter surprise, the sword slashed past Long Yan and landed on the ring where he was hiding.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, the ring shattered, and a blurry image flew out from within it.

"No!!!"

Before the afterimage could even beg for mercy, the Sword Qi had already pierced through its soul, and under everyone's gaze, the soul instantly turned to ashes.

Silence. The area around the arena was completely quiet.

Seeing that Long Yan's aura had returned to its previous state, Cao Youqian casually tossed the Sword Jade in his hand down from the arena, where it landed in front of Song Zhaoyi.

He said arrogantly, "Now that the irrelevant people have been taken care of, it's time for a real man's showdown!"

Long Yan only came to his senses upon hearing this. He muttered to himself, "Impossible. Elder Sword is a Sword Saint. How could he be killed by a mere Heavenly Origin cultivator like you?"

Cao Youqian sneered, "An old man who's been dead for who knows how many years can only fool a piece of trash like you. Even if you were given to me for free, I wouldn't give you a second glance."

"You... you..."

Long Yan had completely lost his previous arrogance, leaving only panic and unease.

Cao Youqian showed no intention of pressing his advantage. "What, are you scared? If you're scared, kneel down and beg for mercy, and maybe I'll consider sparing your life."

Every word pierced Long Yan's heart, and resentment and humiliation instantly overcame his fear.

"I'll fight you to the death! Soaring Dragon Nine Transformations!"

Long Yan leaped high into the air, his aura surpassing the True Fate Realm and reaching the Heavenly Origin, with a faint dragon's might enveloping him.

Seeing this, Cao Youqian smiled and said, "Finally, you're acting like a man. In that case, I'll give you my highest respect."

As soon as he finished speaking, his aura changed, and a divine light enveloped Cao Youqian.

He simply stood there, and he was like a Devil God, his powerful divine might chilling everyone present to the bone.

"Divine Physique, Senior Brother Cao is actually serious!"

Ye Beixuan blurted it out subconsciously.

"Flood Dragon Emerges from the Abyss!"

"Extreme Dao Divine Fist!"

Everyone turned their gaze to the arena, where a dragon descended from the sky, and a pair of divine fists guided the dragon to strike.

Rumble!

With a deafening roar, the battle ended. This fight determined both victory and defeat, life and death...