444: Chapter 441: Inner Sect Four Demons 444: Chapter 441: Inner Sect Four Demons Disciples from Xuantian Sect had heard the news from the Deacon Hall, and the sight of Ye Xuan inevitably brought forth a sense of schadenfreude.
A novice so arrogant and domineering, it made no sense if he didn’t suffer divine punishnt.
Ye Xuan’s hearing was exceptional; he caught snippets of these whisperings but he did not mind, rely pausing for a mont before stepping through the gates of the Spirit Frost Pavilion.
“Indeed, a cultivation treasure land.”
The mont Ye Xuan entered the Spirit Frost Pavilion, he felt Spiritual Energy surging from all directions, causing even the ridians within his body to groan with abundance.
No wonder the Inner Sect Four Demons had monopolized this place.
Cultivation here was bound to yield twice the result with half the effort.
This Spirit Frost Pavilion had only one main hall, but it also had eight side halls, each of them evidently carved with ticulous care, emanating a grand and majestic aura.
“Eight side halls could accommodate eight people, these four truly are domineering.”
After exploring for a while, Ye Xuan shook his head.
Four people living here was simply a waste.
“Novice, I didn’t expect you to arrive so early, you’ve made wait quite a bit.”
Shortly after Ye Xuan’s arrival, a voice suddenly sounded, and a figure appeared in his field of vision.
Before him stood a young man in black clothing, with a stiff expression on his face.
He gave off an unintended scent of blood, a unique sll that could only be shaped by accumulations of killing intent, impossible to exude without having taken the lives of many strong foes.
An ordinary person, in front of this black-clothed youth, would be panic-stricken without even fighting, affected to the point where they could only display at most 70% of their full strength.
Although Ye Xuan had not killed many people and did not possess such intense killing intent, he had a Heavenly Realm soul that rendered these auras insignificant to him.
But what surprised Ye Xuan was this individual’s cultivation level.
The aura of this black-clothed youth was even stronger than Elder Jin’s, clearly reaching the domain of a Third Grade Martial Venerable.
A Third Grade Martial Venerable was already considered a hidden titan in the Chaotic Sea Domain.
“May I ask which of the Inner Sect Four Demons are you?”
Ye Xuan asked calmly without panic.
“Saber Dao, Leng Wusheng.”
The black-clothed youth declared his na, looking down on Ye Xuan with contempt.
To be among the Inner Sect Four Demons in Xuantian Sect was a symbol of status and power.
Ordinary Inner Sect disciples would have to greet and make way for them, as holding a place among the Four Demons was proof of formidable strength.
“Newcor, I’ll give you a chance now.
Kneel and beg for rcy, then crawl out of this Spirit Frost Pavilion.
I won’t break your limbs,” said Leng Wusheng expressionlessly, implying that breaking Ye Xuan’s limbs was not just his own wish, but the rule of the Spirit Frost Pavilion.
“Why should I leave?”
Ye Xuan appeared serene.
“The Spirit Frost Pavilion is ant to be a dwelling for Inner Sect disciples.
There is no rule that it can only accommodate four people.
It seems to that it’s not up to you guys to make decisions in Xuantian Sect.”
“Well said.”
Leng Wusheng laughed unpleasantly, his killing intent growing stronger, and then nodded his head, “I admire your courage.
I won’t be too hard on you, if you can beat , I won’t stop you.”
“With my current realm, there’s basically no hope of defeating you.”
Ye Xuan shook his head.
“Good that you know,” Leng Wusheng snickered coldly, feeling the sa about Ye Xuan’s chances.
“But,” Ye Xuan suddenly changed his tone, “if you suppress your cultivation to the sa level as mine, defeating you would be easy.”
“Haha, then I will suppress my cultivation to your level.
I’d like to see how you can beat !”
Leng Wusheng was initially stunned, then burst into laughter.
To him, this was a big joke.
Did this kid really think he relied on cultivation level to fight?
To beco one of the Inner Sect Four Demons and to carry the moniker “Saber Dao” was certainly no fluke.
“This newcor deliberately goading Leng Wusheng to suppress his realm and fight him on equal terms is quite interesting, huh.”
As the voice fell, a man and a woman, not far from the courtyard, stood atop the great hall under the concealnt of night, watching the interaction between Ye Xuan and Leng Wusheng below.
The man was dressed in a blood-red robe, with a deep scar over his right eye that nearly split the entire eye open, adding a touch of ferocity.
On his back, he carried a huge sword that emitted the stench of blood.
One of the Four Demons, “Butcher” Ouyang Tie.
The woman was extrely attractive without the need for heavy makeup or costics, yet she still had a stunning effect on onlookers.
However, within Xuantian Sect, many knew of her beauty, yet even more people dared not look her in the eye directly.
One of the Four Demons, “Female Asura” Fei Yue.
The notoriety of the two had already sent ripples through the Xuantian Sect.
“What’s the use?
A bit of cleverness won’t change the outco.
Although Leng Wusheng’s strength is not as great as ours, he is nonetheless the youngest among the Four Demons.
His Sword Dao follows a path of slaughter.
Even with his realm suppressed, besting a newcor like that will still be a walk in the park.”
Ouyang Tie snorted coldly.
In his view, a greenhorn like Ye Xuan needed a harsh lesson—the Spirit Frost Pavilion was not a place just any Tom, Dick, or Harry could enter.
“It’s not necessarily the case though.
I’ve heard that Ye Xuan bested Luo Shixin, an Inner Sect Disciple, today.
Although Luo Shixin is worthless, he’s still cultivated up to the First Grade Martial Venerable as an Inner Sect Disciple.
This Ye Xuan managed to win with the cultivation of a Sixth Grade Martial Sect, showing that he truly can be regarded as a bona fide genius.”
Fei Yue, whose looks were stunning, seed very interested in Ye Xuan.
Her interest obviously wasn’t that of a woman for a man, but rather that of a hunter spying their prey.
“What of it?
What the Xuantian Sect doesn’t lack are geniuses.
Being only a Sixth Grade Martial Sect in his twenties shows that Ye Xuan’s cultivation talent is nothing impressive.
Just look at Leng Wusheng—he’s only a year or two older than him and already a Third Grade Martial Venerable,” Ouyang Tie said with a touch of disdain.
Hearing this, Fei Yue did not speak further; however, she disagreed in her heart.
After all, Ye Xuan was from a place like the Tiannan Region, where the spiritual energy was so scarce.
To have reached this strength from such a place was truly rare.
Yet all these were re speculations.
In the end, what mattered most was their power at the mont.
She was curious to see whether Ye Xuan’s proclamation was genuine confidence or rely bluffing.
“This is your own claim.
Although I’m uncertain of your credibility, as one of the Inner Sect Four Demons, I trust you aren’t one to go back on your word.”
Ye Xuan was intentionally provoking Leng Wusheng.
If the latter fought him with the realm of a Third Grade Martial Venerable, Ye Xuan’s chance of winning would not surpass ten percent.
To deal with Leng Wusheng, he could only outwit, not overpower.
Firstly, he needed to secure his foothold in Spirit Frost Pavilion.
As for a fair fight with Leng Wusheng, there would be plenty of opportunities in the future.
“Less rubbish and more action.
I tell you, even if I suppress my level to that of a Martial Sect, defeating you will still be as easy as flipping my hand.
Take this!”
Leng Wusheng, true to his word, suppressed his cultivation to that of a Sixth Grade Martial Sect, then suddenly stepped forward.
True Yuan flowed into the ridians of his legs, propelling him forward at his utmost speed.
The saber light, with the montum of an arrow leaving the bowstring, closed in on Ye Xuan’s face, piercing through his body in the blink of an eye.
If any ordinary Xuantian Sect disciples were present, they would have been dumbfounded.
The speed of Leng Wusheng’s saber was bizarrely fast, living up to the reputation of a swift blade.
But Ye Xuan’s body gradually beca transparent and eventually vanished completely.
“A petty trick!”
Leng Wusheng quickly raised his head to look above.
There, in his line of sight, was Ye Xuan, striking down at him with a sword from mid-air.
The speed of the sword was in no way inferior to that of Leng Wusheng’s saber light.
Clang!
Leng Wusheng’s battle saber struck upwards, clashing with Ye Xuan’s Dragon Abyss Ancient Sword; sparks flew in all directions.
At the sa ti, Ye Xuan’s left hand thrust forward, executing the “Heavenly Dragon Tail Whip,” aiming for Leng Wusheng’s chest.
Having reached the Heavenly Realm of the Soul Realm, Ye Xuan now dual-wielded without the slightest difficulty.
Sword and palm did not interfere with each other.
“Sky-shattering Fist!”
Leng Wusheng also extended his left hand, thrusted a punch forward, and the air around his fist vibrated slightly.
“Boom!”
The two were separated, each stepping back.
At that mont, the fluctuations of energy on both were nearly matched.
Although Leng Wusheng had the advantage in terms of True Yuan, and Ye Xuan still relied on True Qi, the disadvantage was not significant.
The real competition now was the asure of their swords against sabers, Swordsmanship against Saber Skill, and Sword Realm against Sword Dao.
“Thunderstorm Flash!”
Leng Wusheng, holding his saber in both hands, was enveloped in lightning.
His every move thundered, with his saber techniques embodying an astonishing intent to kill, as if a thunderous retribution sought to shatter and grind Ye Xuan into dust.
“Golden Break Thunder Cut!”
Ye Xuan executed a similarly lightning-flashed strike, two thunderous beams shimring in the night, clashing fiercely.
Boom!
Two nearby large trees were struck by the lightning; they burst into flas imdiately, crackling and billowing thick smoke.
Clang clang clang clang!
Beneath their feet, both wielded a trail of saber glint and Sword Qi.
While attacking with one hand, they didn’t forget to strike tily with the other, causing the whole yard to tremble.
The burning trees shed light upon their battle, broadening their field of view.
“This Leng Wusheng is indeed formidable.
Even with his cultivation suppressed to that of a Sixth Grade Martial Sect, the foundation of a Third Grade Martial Venerable shouldn’t be underestimated.
These are not things a Martial Sect Master could contend with.”
Ye Xuan mused silently after a dozen exchanges.
Although Leng Wusheng didn’t get the better of him, he also found it hard to seize an opportunity to defeat his opponent.
Treating him as a re Sixth Grade Martial Sect would be a terrible mistake.
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