Chen Tian looked at Han Yun before him. Han Yun had a straightforward personality, and Chen Tian was willing to befriend him. This was because Chen Tian sensed that from their initial clash to their later battle, Han Yun's fists had never carried killing intent, only the spirit of sparring. The other party was not after the inheritance but after the fight. Han Yun was a battle maniac, eager for worthy opponents. Today, he had found one. Chen Tian and Han Yun looked at each other. Han Yun extended his palm, and Chen Tian grasped it.
Han Yun's action stunned everyone present. What did Han Yun mean by defecting and helping the opponent? However, it didn't affect them; with a large group on their side, they weren't afraid of not being able to take down just two people. Han Yun stood in front of Chen Tian and roared at the crowd, "Who dares to come? I'll face you all."
"Han Yun, are you truly going to oppose us for Chen Tian?"
"Ridiculous, are you worthy? A bunch of cowards, using me to test Chen Tian, do you think I don't know your little tricks? Chen Tian is my friend now. Whoever makes a move first has to get past me."
Han Yun patted his chest, daring anyone to touch Chen Tian, or they would have to go through his fists. Chen Tian waved his hand, appearing helpless. He walked to Han Yun's side, patting his shoulders, and said, "Brother Han Yun, I'll handle it myself. No need to trouble you."
"Chen Tian, are you confident?"
"Don't worry, they are just a bunch of rats. I'm not afraid even if they attack me all at once."
Chen Tian spoke with great confidence, igniting the fury of everyone present. He had called them all rats, courting death. This was...
"You arrogant brat, let me have a go at you."
A furious roar echoed, and as a figure moved, another figure blocked him. The first figure, seeing the person before him, raged, "Yaoyuan, are you trying to stop me, or do you intend to fight me yourself?"
"This guy is my opponent. You don't interfere."
Yaoyuan gave the figure a look, and the figure trembled all over. The crowd, seeing Yaoyuan make a move, watched Chen Tian with amusement, expecting to see him easily subdued. Yaoyuan was among their top ten cultivators; surely, a cultivator of his caliber would capture Chen Tian.
Yaoyuan approached Chen Tian and Han Yun. Han Yun stepped in front of Chen Tian. Yaoyuan was a young man, an elegant youth with an extraordinary aura, which made Han Yun very nervous. Yaoyuan spoke calmly, "Han Yun, I'm not looking for you. You are not my opponent. Step aside, don't make me force you."
"Yaoyuan, I didn't expect you to be after the inheritance. It seems you have also fallen."
Han Yun sneered, clearing the path, knowing he was no match for Yaoyuan and could not stop him.
Yaoyuan approached Chen Tian. Chen Tian's eyes scanned him, and information flooded in: Yaoyuan, titled the Yaoyuan Swordsman, was the foremost sword cultivator of the Yaoyuan Continent. His swordsmanship was peerless, and he loved long swords, dedicating his entire life to cultivating them. His swordsmanship had long surpassed mortal limits. If not for the constraints of his cultivation realm, he would have long since ascended to the Holy God Realm.
Suddenly, Chen Tian sensed something amiss with Yaoyuan's body. Special energy flowed around Yaoyuan, well-hidden, but Chen Tian detected it. Chen Tian felt it out and said, "So that's how it is. It seems this is not just a battle between the two of us."
"You've noticed. That's right. I want you to fight me with your full strength and show me who is stronger, you or I."
As Yaoyuan spoke, the long sword behind him was unsheathed, soaring straight into the sky. The sword light was dazzling and brilliant. When the sword light dissipated, Yaoyuan held a seven-foot-long sword. It was a pure white sword, flawless and radiant. This sword was the Yaoyuan Sword.
It was a weapon forged by Yaoyuan using the continent's strongest materials. Seeing Yaoyuan draw his sword, Chen Tian condensed five-elemental energy into a long sword. The energy solidified into a physical form, and a five-colored treasured sword was held in his hand. Chen Tian had no suitable weapon, and his mastery of energy caused the surrounding cultivators to gasp.
To manifest energy into a physical form required an incredibly strong grasp. Han Yun, seeing Chen Tian wielding a treasured sword, a sword formed from energy, felt a massive sense of disparity. Had Chen Tian not used his full strength in their previous battle?
Was this guy also a sword cultivator? How was that possible!
Han Yun believed a cultivator needed immense time to master a single skill. He had assumed Chen Tian was a body refiner, or else how could he have defeated him in terms of physical strength?
Yaoyuan looked at Chen Tian's treasured sword. The sword intent emanated from both of them, piercing the sky. Their sword intents soared to the heavens, terrifyingly potent, as if threatening to tear the sky apart. Swordsmen were masters of killing intent, advancing fearlessly. The sword was the hand of a hundred weapons.
With a sword in hand, one could cleave the world; with a sword in hand, one could slaughter all!
Below the sword, there was no fear; below the sword, there was only a heart that moved forward relentlessly.
Chen Tian and Yaoyuan made their drawing motions. With just the act of drawing their swords, their sword intents clashed. The collision of their sword intents was evenly matched for a time, which was incredible.
Before Yaoyuan, no one had ever so easily contended with his sword intent. Chen Tian had achieved it.
Chen Tian had long since recognized Yaoyuan's identity as a spokesperson for the Heavenly Dao. Yaoyuan was the foremost individual under the Heavenly Dao of the Yaoyuan Continent. Yaoyuan's reason for attacking was simple: he discovered that Chen Tian was also a spokesperson for the Heavenly Dao. Yaoyuan wanted to see how he fared against a spokesperson from another world. This was not just a battle between two individuals but a battle between two worlds, two Heavenly Daos.
They both had to uphold the dignity of their Heavenly Dao and could not lose!
Losing would mean the Heavenly Dao losing face. In the sky above, a young man watched it all. Beside him stood a middle-aged man, looking very respectful. The youth, Nats, said calmly, "Sir, shouldn't we go down and stop them?"
"No rush. Let them fight for a while. A battle between two spokespersons for the Heavenly Dao, I truly want to see what this fellow is capable of, a world that isn't even a star world, yet it has nurtured such an astonishing prodigy."
"Let me see how much ability you have."
The youth clearly chose to stand aside and watch Chen Tian. At the center of the battlefield, Chen Tian looked up at the sky. He had a feeling of being watched but felt no physical sensation. This absence of sensation meant that with just this upward glance, Yaoyuan found an opening and attacked first. Sword light flashed, incredibly fast, incredibly sharp. A beam of light approached Chen Tian. Chen Tian sensed the attack and drew his twin swords, slashing them vertically.
Clang!
The swords collided. Everything unfolded exactly as Chen Tian had calculated. Yaoyuan attacked from this position, but even if the opponent gained the initiative, Chen Tian was not afraid of being harmed. Yaoyuan did not expect Chen Tian to block this sword so easily.
Yaoyuan changed his move, sweeping his sword upwards. Chen Tian saw through Yaoyuan's true intention: a feint?
The real move was hidden within the sweep. Chen Tian swung his sword, creating a dazzling display of sword flowers, sword qi interwoven. Seeing this, Yaoyuan abandoned his offensive. His long sword became sharp, and he swept it horizontally, condensing sword qi onto the blade. This strike landed at the center of the sword flowers, shattering them. The long sword then shot towards Chen Tian's neck.
Chen Tian remained calm, unfazed by Yaoyuan's attack.