Chapter 162: Absolutely Pathetic

Wu Tian flicked the Black Dragon Saber in his hand and looked indifferently at the elderly elder of the Myriad Sword Sect opposite him. Although this elder had reached the cultivation level of a Tier 5 Martial King, Wu Tian did not take him seriously at all. Even without resorting to his instant-kill skill, Wu Tian could easily take him down.

An aura of supreme dominance radiated from Wu Tian, leaving the onlookers dumbfounded.

"Wu... Big Brother Wu is so amazing!" Tong Yixin was too astonished to speak clearly.

Yue Shishi was equally incredulous. She looked at Tong Yibing and asked, "Did he have this kind of cultivation back in Pingyang City? The Myriad Sword Sect's elder is already a Tier 5 Martial King, yet younger brother Tian managed to fight him to a standstill. Isn't this too exaggerated?"

"When we were in Pingyang City, he could hold his own against a few Martial Masters, but it didn't feel like he was this powerful back then. It seems that after half a year apart, his cultivation has advanced once again." Tong Yibing shook her head, her emotionless eyes carrying a deep trace of shock.

"The elder of the Myriad Sword Sect must have been going easy on him. Yes, it must be that! How could someone so young fight a Martial King to a draw?" Guo Yuemen refused to believe it and frantically fabricated an excuse for himself.

"I can't sense any true qi fluctuations from younger brother Tian. He must possess a cultivation-concealing technique or high-grade equipment. Either way, it shows that younger brother Tian is no ordinary person. But being able to fight the Myriad Sword Sect's elder to a standstill goes beyond just 'no ordinary person.' This younger brother Tian is becoming increasingly unfathomable!" Yue Shishi's eyes flashed with deep thought.

At this moment, the Myriad Sword Sect's elder helped Xu Jianren step aside, finally snapping Xu Jianren out of his dazed state.

"El... Elder, wh... what just happened?" The mere memory of that bone-chilling sensation made Xu Jianren's heart pound wildly.

The elderly elder knitted his brows tightly and said, "This kid possesses profound cultivation—far beyond the young master's ability to resist. Even I only managed a draw in our initial exchange. For now, the young master should wait on the sidelines while I go deal with this brat!"

"Damn it! I never expected this punk to be so strong. Elder, you must crush him! He's just a lowly disciple of the Qingtian Sect. If we fail to take him down today, the Myriad Sword Sect will lose all face!" Although Xu Jianren was consumed with resentment, he knew he was no match for Wu Tian, leaving him no choice but to let the elder fight his battles.

"Rest assured, leave this punk to me!" The elderly elder slowly shook the precious sword in his hand, causing the long blade to emit a resonant hum.

Wu Tian rolled his neck and said with keen interest, "You certainly talk big, calling it a draw. You're underestimating me far too much!"

"Hmph! You speak with such unearned arrogance after surviving just a single move from me. Today's youth are truly impudent. Today, this old man shall properly teach you some manners!" The elder sneered coldly. With a flick of his wrist, his figure instantly blurred into motion.

"Such blistering speed!" Yue Shishi, standing behind Wu Tian, felt a jolt of alarm. As a Tier 6 Martial King herself, she was nonetheless astonished by the elder's velocity.

The moment the elder moved, a massive surge of sword qi shot toward Wu Tian, instantly whipping up a violent cloud of dust and debris from the ground.

Boom! The colossal sword qi collided head-on with Wu Tian, forcing him to slide backward more than ten meters before halting. Yet the instant Wu Tian stopped, the elder was already upon him. With a fierce twist of his sword, countless rays of sword qi exploded outward in all directions.

Boom, boom, boom!

Wu Tian dodged the onslaught by a hair's breadth, and the razor-sharp sword qi left the spot where he had just been standing riddled with countless craters.

Before Wu Tian could steady his stance, the elder darted toward him like a shooting arrow, thrusting his long sword directly at Wu Tian's chest.

Clang! With a crisp, piercing ring, Wu Tian parried the elder's sword with the Black Dragon Saber. However, the sheer magnitude of the true qi forced Wu Tian to stagger backward another dozen meters, leaving deep footprints with every single step.

"Hmph! To utter such arrogant boasts with such meager strength—even without using eighty percent of my power, you are already being driven back step by step. It seems you are nothing more than all flash and no substance!" The elder looked at Wu Tian with utter disdain. Throughout their previous exchanges, Wu Tian had been entirely preoccupied with defense, completely devoid of any chance to counterattack.

Tong Yixin, standing nearby, wore a worried expression. Tugging at Yue Shishi's sleeve, she said anxiously, "Teacher, Big Brother Wu seems to be at a disadvantage! Please go help him!"

"I want to help as well, but younger brother Tian wants to resolve this himself. If we rashly intervene, it would be inappropriate. Although he is currently at a disadvantage, he hasn't suffered a total defeat yet. Let's wait a little longer!" Yue Shishi was also growing anxious, but since Wu Tian insisted on fighting alone, stepping in now would be overstepping her bounds.

Despite Tong Yixin's nervousness, Wu Tian showed not a trace of panic. He shook his arms and smiled faintly, "A Tier 5 Martial King's cultivation is indeed formidable. Since my cultivation has progressed quite rapidly lately, I'll use you as a sparring partner today!"

"Heh, still running your mouth? Then let me beat you back to your true form!" The elder sneered contemptuously. Leaping into the air, he left behind a trail of afterimages as countless sword qi projectiles rained down upon Wu Tian.

Rumble!

The sword qi slammed into the ground, instantly kicking up a blinding cloud of dust. Wu Tian sidestepped the barrage and, in the same breath, lunged forward toward the elder.

Clang, clang, clang! The two figures crossed paths in close combat, the ceaseless clashing of blades echoing without pause as sword qi and saber energy spilled in all directions.

"Fall back immediately! It's too dangerous here, all of you step back!" Sensing the overwhelming torrent of true qi, Yue Shishi hurriedly ordered her three disciples to retreat. At the same time, she was deeply shaken; she never would have believed that someone as young as Wu Tian could fight a Myriad Sword Sect elder to a standstill.

"Myriad Swords Extinction!" Suddenly, the elder took a large step back. The long sword in his hand abruptly multiplied into countless sword phantoms, which instantly fused into a single, massive sword condensed from pure true qi, before fiercely slashing down toward Wu Tian.

"What the hell! Such terrifying true qi, I'm dodging!" Wu Tian's expression shifted, and he hastily darted to the side.

The moment he leaped away, the giant sword grazed past his shoulder.

With a deafening crash, the wall behind Wu Tian was pierced straight through, leaving behind a gaping hole large enough for a person to walk through.

"Trying to escape? Not so fast! Rampant Sword Qi!" Seeing Wu Tian dodge, the elder tapped his toes, spun in mid-air, and unleashed a torrent of sword qi from his long sword, completely enveloping Wu Tian within its radius.

"As expected of the Myriad Sword Sect. Their sword techniques are truly exquisite!" Yue Shishi exclaimed in admiration as she watched the elder's moves.

"No matter how brilliant it is, it's still not as good as Teacher!" Tong Yixin pouted, casting a worried look at Wu Tian while tightly clutching her fists against her chest.

Boom, boom, boom... A series of consecutive explosions erupted. Wu Tian was trapped right in the center of the countless sword qi beams, swallowed entirely by billowing clouds of dust.

"Big Brother Wu!" Tong Yixin cried out in alarm. Yue Shishi knitted her brows tightly, and even Tong Yibing felt a sudden tightening in her chest.

Nearby, Xu Jianren wore a smug expression of triumph. Pointing toward the dust-shrouded area, he roared gleefully, "You punk! Keep acting arrogant for me now, why don't you?! You're dead, you bastard! That's what you get for crossing the Myriad Sword Sect, you moron. I knew you wouldn't survive!"

"Tsk! The Myriad Sword Sect claims to have peerless swordsmanship, but seeing it today is such a huge disappointment. It's utterly pathetic!" Suddenly, a scornful voice rang out from the heart of the thick dust.