"Yes, Master!"
Tang Jiuyao, carrying a long sword, walked up to Zheng Tai.
"Huh? Let that old guy out here, and you... get out!"
"That's what Zheng Tai said calmly."
His eyes rolled upwards, and he looked arrogant.
Tang Jiuyao's lips curved into a smile.
"The Third Elder only used one move, so I'll only use one strike as well!"
"Um!"
Mrs. Zheng's expression turned cold.
His eyes, as dead as a corpse's, were fixed on Tang Jiuyao.
Like a venomous snake eyeing its prey.
"Oh, that kid's got some nerve, daring to provoke Senior Brother Zheng!"
"People from small towns, what kind of vision could they possibly have? They couldn't possibly know how amazing Senior Brother Zheng is!"
"Even within the Tianlin Sect, Senior Brother Zheng's swordsmanship is enough to rank him among the top five!"
The disciples of Tianlin Sect all burst into laughter.
They looked very relaxed, as if they believed that Zheng Tai was bound to win.
Amidst the flattery, Mrs. Zheng became even more smug.
"Did you hear me? Get out of my way! You don't deserve to die by my blade!" Zheng Tai raised his sword with one arm, pointing it at Tang Jiuyao.
His right arm did not tremble at all, revealing extremely strong strength and control.
For a martial artist who uses weapons, the most taboo thing is an unstable weapon.
In other words, one must have the strength to wield a weapon.
If you can't even hold a sword steady, how can you use it?
Especially in weapon combat.
There is not a single fancy detail.
The long sword in Zheng Tai's hand had a thick blade, clearly designed for bold and sweeping attacks.
The long, dark knife weighed at least a hundred pounds.
To wield such a long sword requires astonishing strength; it would be absolutely impossible without it.
The mere sight of him raising his sword was enough to shock the warriors of Sifang City.
But Tang Jiuyao remained indifferent, as if he hadn't seen anything.
"I have absolutely no interest in whether you're worthy or not. The patriarch sent me here to kill you as a warm-up, that's all!"
The indifferent words ignited Zheng Tai's anger.
"Fine, since you're courting death, I'll grant your wish!"
With a flick of his wrist, the scabbard split in two.
Buzz!
In an instant, a streak of autumn rainbow illuminated everyone.
The blade was gleaming and spotless.
A faint smell of blood emanated from the blood tank.
Wang Lili smiled.
"It's here! Senior Brother Zheng's Autumn Rainbow Blade! I remember he hasn't drawn it in a long time!"
Xue Jian said calmly, "That's because we haven't met anyone worthy of Zheng Tai's wrath!"
Zheng Tai pointed his long sword diagonally, and a chilling aura slowly emanated from him.
One of the martial artists suddenly shuddered.
"It's so...so cold!"
Even though the sun was high in the sky, he felt a chill emanating from his body.
"Sword intent...it's sword intent!"
Someone exclaimed in surprise.
"A master of artistic conception!"
"My God, he's already grasped the essence of the sword at such a young age?"
"That's incredible! No wonder he dared to boast that he would kill Tang Canghai!"
"The intent of the sword is not afraid of the Dao body!"
"Terrifying! Is this the true strength of the experts from the Heavenly Descent Sect?!"
Exclamations of surprise rose and fell, sweeping away the gloom from before and making the atmosphere lively again.
Wang Lili said smugly, "Of course, do you think someone who can enter the Tianlin Sect is a piece of trash like Patriarch Zhao?"
"Anyone who can enter the Heavenly Arrival Sect is a top genius even in the outside world!"
"The mere Tang family can be wiped out with a wave of the hand!"
After saying that, Wang Lili added another sentence.
"Senior Brother Zheng, that kid died too easily!"
Zheng Tai grinned maliciously.
"Of course!"
He held his long sword at an angle and spoke calmly.
"Draw your sword, I'll give you a chance to fight back!"
Tang Jiuyao frowned.
"You were too careless; you're full of openings! If I strike now, you're doomed!"
"What……"
A surge of rage welled up on Zheng Tai's face.
"Arrogant!"
He used one arm to sweep the long sword horizontally.
Click click click!
The gleaming blade flashed out and landed precisely at Tang Jiuyao's feet, creating a three-zhang-long crack.
The crack was only half a finger's width away from Tang Jiuyao's feet.
"Such a heavy knife, yet with such terrifying precision! Is it really possible?"
"If it were me, I probably wouldn't even be able to lift a knife, let alone wield it!"
"And the speed is so fast, genius... this is a true genius!"
The surrounding martial artists all looked at Zheng Tai with expressions of awe.
Xue Jian stroked his long beard, feeling quite satisfied with the shocking scene.
"Heh, as expected of a tiny, ignorant place!"
"Zheng Tai did not awaken the Dao Body, yet he was able to become this elder's disciple because of his innate divine strength and astonishing talent in the Dao of the Sword!"
"His swordsmanship has reached a level where he can cleave mosquitoes at lightning speed! It's beyond the comprehension of ordinary people!"
"Plus, with the Xuan-grade superior Autumn Rainbow Blade that I personally crafted for him! Among those in the Gathering Yuan Realm, he is undefeated!"
At this moment, Tang Xuan smiled.
"Invincible? What a curse! Patriarch Zhao just cursed you to death, and now it's your own disciple's turn?"
Xue Jian sneered.
"This elder simply did not expect that someone from such a useless family would actually awaken the Dao Body!"
"Even if he awakens his Dao Body now, it's useless!"
"Zheng Tai has already grasped the essence of the sword, allowing him to ignore the special effects of the Dao Body and attack directly!"
Tang Xuan nodded.
"Enough talk, let's see who's better! Jiuyao, draw your sword! Be quick!"
Tang Jiuyao bowed slightly, then reached out and grasped the hilt of the knife.
Click!
The knife was drawn three inches, yet it was filled with murderous intent.
Zheng Tai's pupils contracted, his arrogance diminished by three parts, replaced by seven parts solemnity.
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