In less than a few breaths, Jian Chen crashed heavily to the ground.
"puff!"
One of them couldn't hold it in and immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.
Just as he was about to get up, a figure appeared in front of him like a ghost, none other than Wang Yang.
Upon seeing Wang Yang, Jian Chen's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He was about to make a move when Wang Yang acted even faster, sealing his acupoints with a single finger.
Then, Jian Chen felt dizzy and fainted on the spot.
After Jian Chen fainted, Wang Yang tore open his shirt and saw a dark palm print on his chest.
"It seems he has already encountered the Po Jun formation!"
Wang Yang muttered to himself.
This Heart-Seal is the ultimate skill of Po Jun.
Because of his grudge against Wuming, Pojun took his anger out on Jianchen and used the Heart Seal to persecute Jianchen, hoping to gradually turn his mind evil.
"You're lucky to have met me, the leader of this alliance. Out of consideration for your namelessness, I'll lend you a hand!"
Wang Yang muttered to himself, and without further ado, began to heal Jian Chen's injuries.
Before long, Wang Yang was seen extracting strands of black and red silk from Jian Chen's body.
These games are all born from the spirit of killing and warfare.
As Wang Yang extracted the strands of silk, Jian Chen's powerful, dark palm print dimmed and vanished completely.
Then, Wang Yang casually tossed it aside.
"call out!"
"Bang!"
Then it was seen that the tangled wisps of silk flew straight toward a rock outside the dilapidated temple.
The huge boulder shattered into pieces on the spot after being struck by the gossamer thread.
Wang Yang didn't pay any attention to this and settled Jian Chen aside.
"Young master, this guy was so ungrateful before, why did you still save him?"
Zhao Min pouted and looked at Wang Yang with a slightly puzzled expression, then asked.
Wang Yang smiled slightly and replied:
"If I don't save him, I can't properly take his hero's sword!"
As he spoke, Wang Yang glanced at the Hero Sword he was holding.
"Leader, have you taken a fancy to this Hero's Sword?"
"How does it compare to the Heaven-Slaying Sword?"
At this moment, Aqing looked at Wang Yang and asked with a curious expression.
After following Wang Yang, she took the initiative to ask to become Wang Yang's sword attendant.
Wang Yang agreed, and A Qing carried the Heaven-Slaying Sword on his back ever since.
Upon hearing Aqing's question, Wang Yang smiled slightly and said, "Each has its strengths and weaknesses!"
Aqing paused, her lips pursed, as if she still wanted to ask something.
However, before she could speak, Jian Chen, who had been unconscious, woke up.
Startled awake, he was completely bewildered and hurriedly stood up from the ground.
"W-what happened? What just happened?"
Jian Chen said in a daze.
At this moment, Zhou Botong took over and briefly recounted what had just happened to Jian Chen.
After hearing what Zhou Botong said, Jian Chen was stunned and looked at Wang Yang.
Just as he was about to express his gratitude, Jian Chen suddenly noticed that Wang Yang was playing with his Hero Sword.
"Give me back my sword!!"
Jian Chen shouted out, and then stretched out a hand, making a begging gesture.
Upon hearing his words, Zhao Min and the other beauties were all taken aback, as they had originally thought that Jian Chen would be very grateful to Wang Yang.
Who would have thought that Jian Chen's first words were to ask for his Hero Sword.
Wang Yang remained calm in response, saying:
"Brother Jianchen, I, the leader of the alliance, will temporarily keep your Hero Sword safe for you!"
"I will return it to you after I have finished using it."
Upon hearing this, Jian Chen's brows furrowed, and he said coldly:
"no!"
"This sword was passed down to me by my master. As long as I live, the sword will live on!"
"And I will use this sword to..."
At this point, Jian Chen abruptly stopped.
Wang Yang smiled slightly and replied:
"And you're going to use this sword to prevent the creation of a peerless sword, right?"
As soon as Wang Yang said this, Jian Chen's expression changed drastically, his face filled with disbelief.
I never expected that Wang Yang would know these things.
When he went out, Nameless gave him his sword, Hero Sword, so that he could go to Sword Worship Manor to stop the birth of the peerless sword.
Shocked, Jian Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and asked in a deep voice:
"Who exactly are you? How do you know so much about these matters?"
Before Wang Yang could reply, Mu Wanqing suddenly interjected:
"Jian Chen, you don't know this, do you? Our Wang Lang knows everything."
"Don't try anything funny in front of Wang Lang. He knows all your secrets."
"Besides, if Wang Lang hadn't saved you just now, you would be dead already."
"Not only are you ungrateful, but you also have the nerve to ask for a sword?"
Upon hearing Mu Wanqing's words, Jian Chen was stunned and wanted to refute them.
Unfortunately, he was once again left speechless by the rebuttal.
Just then, Wang Yang spoke up:
"I told you, I'll keep this Hero's Sword for when I need it, and I'll return it to you when I'm done with it!"
"As for trying to stop the birth of the peerless sword, you don't need to bother."
"Because of that peerless sword, I have made up my mind."
After hearing what Wang Yang said, Jian Chen's expression became very serious.
He was going out on a mission from his master.
If the Hero's Sword is lost and the creation of the Peerless Sword is still not prevented, how will I explain this to Nameless when I return?
After a moment's thought, a resolute glint flashed in Jian Chen's eyes, and he coldly shouted:
"In that case, I'll have to offend you!"
Before he finished speaking, Jian Chen flashed forward and attacked Wang Yang directly.
"Why!"
Seeing this, Wang Yang sighed helplessly and lamented, "They really overestimated themselves!"
Having said that, he casually unleashed a palm strike.
"boom!"
With a single palm strike, the force of the palm swept towards Jian Chen like a violent storm.
With a deafening roar, Jian Chen was sent flying by Wang Yang.
With his abilities, he was no match for Wang Yang.
"puff!"
After falling to the ground, Jian Chen couldn't hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"you……"
He stared intently at Wang Yang, filled with resentment but also utterly helpless.
Wang Yang glanced indifferently at Jian Chen and spoke in a cold voice:
"As I said before, I'll lend this Hero's Sword to you for now."
"Of course, if you are dissatisfied or feel unconvinced, you can turn back into the sect and ask your master, the nameless senior, to take action personally."
Wang Yang stood with his hands behind his back and spoke calmly.
"Also, you might as well pass on my message that the Hero's Sword has now been borrowed by the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance—that is, myself, Wang Yang." Wang Yang calmly looked at Jian Chen in front of him and spoke slowly.
Upon hearing Wang Yang's words, Jian Chen was struck dumb, frozen in place, his face filled with disbelief. His eyes were fixed on Wang Yang, and his lips trembled slightly as he asked, "You...you are actually the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, Wang Yang?"
Faced with Jian Chen's questioning, Wang Yang did not respond verbally, but only slightly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a meaningful smile.
Upon seeing this, Jian Chen felt a chill run down his spine, knowing that he would not gain any advantage here today.
A resolute glint flashed in the depths of his eyes, and he stood up, his face cold and stern as he cupped his hands in greeting to Wang Yang.
"Since that's the case, we'll meet again someday!"
After saying that, Jian Chen didn't hesitate for a moment. He stretched out his figure and sped away like an arrow released from a bow, disappearing into the distant horizon in an instant.
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