Chapter 163: The System Really Knows How to Play

"What?"

The elderly deacon looked at the smoke in disbelief. As the dust cleared, Wu Tian stood unscathed in the exact same spot, without even a single scratch on his body, bearing at most a little dust.

Such a powerful attack had failed to inflict any damage upon him whatsoever—it was simply unbelievable!

Wu Tian brushed the dust off his shoulders, curled his lip in disdain, and said, "You are a huge disappointment. I originally wanted to witness the legendary sword techniques of the Myriad Sword Sect, but alas, there is no need for that anymore."

Although the elderly deacon was shocked that Wu Tian was completely unharmed, the arrogant words instantly ignited his fury. Having roamed the imperial capital for decades, while not exactly a figure of towering virtue and immense prestige, he had never been looked down upon with such utter contempt by a junior. One could only imagine how enraged he was at that moment.

"Arrogant! Utterly arrogant! You wretched brat, originally I only intended to teach you a slight lesson, but since you have so brazenly insulted my Myriad Sword Sect, this old man shall make you witness its true might today! This is my ultimate strike, so pray that you leave not even a whole corpse behind!"

The moment his voice fell, the elderly deacon leaped into the air. With a fierce jerk of his arm, the longsword in his hand let out a violent tremor. Immediately after, turbulent true qi surged and condensed upon the blade, making the surrounding air feel thin and causing sturdy trees dozens of meters away to vibrate intensely.

"Quickly, leave this place! This is an advanced sword technique of the Myriad Sword Sect with immense destructive power; staying here is not safe!" Yue Shishi's expression changed abruptly, and she hurriedly urged her disciples to retreat.

"Master, I'm not leaving! What about Brother Wu?" Unwilling to abandon Wu Tian, Tong Yixin grabbed Yue Shishi's sleeve and asked.

"Staying here will be of no use to him. I am going to help him! You must leave at once!" Yue Shishi said earnestly.

"Master, you must ensure that Brother Wu comes to no harm!" Tong Yixin pleaded.

"Xin'er, let's go. It is no longer safe here; Master will ensure that Young Master Wu comes to no harm." Tong Yibing pulled Tong Yixin away, leaping backward onto a rooftop several dozen feet away, where they watched from a distance.

At that moment, the precious sword in the elderly deacon's hand continued to vibrate, emitting a series of low hums as the condensed true qi reached its absolute limit.

"Myriad Swords Esoteric Art, Sweeping the Army!" The elderly deacon let out a cold cry, spinning in mid-air, and slashed his longsword directly downward at Wu Tian.

Instantly, Wu Tian felt an overwhelming pressure bearing down upon him. The fallen leaves on the ground were whipped into a frenzy, and thick trees dozens of meters away were bent nearly double.

Wu Tian stared fixedly at the elderly deacon, brilliant lights flashing in his eyes.

"Brother Tian, do not try to take this head-on! This is the most exquisite sword technique of the Myriad Sword Sect!" Yue Shishi appeared behind Wu Tian, preparing to step in and help him deflect the blow.

"Exquisite? Heh, nothing more than mediocre!" Wu Tian smiled dismissively.

Yue Shishi prepared to shield Wu Tian, but in the blink of an eye, he vanished from the spot. When she looked again, Wu Tian was already hurtling at lightning speed toward the elderly deacon.

"To actually attempt to block my ultimate strike head-on—you are courting death!" Seeing Wu Tian charge recklessly forward, the elderly deacon wore a look of utter contempt.

"This move is riddled with flaws everywhere. If this is supposed to be the finest sword technique of the Myriad Sword Sect, then there is no longer any reason for this sect to exist!" Wu Tian laughed scornfully as he closed the distance.

Wielding the Black Dragon Saber, Wu Tian charged straight at the elderly deacon. By this time, the pressure bearing down upon him had reached its absolute peak.

"Brother Tian!" Yue Shishi cried out, her eyes widening in horror. It was already too late for her to intervene.

Rumble... Countless sword auras rained down indiscriminately from above like a violent tempest, riddling the ground with countless deep craters.

However, to everyone's utter astonishment, Wu Tian marched forward unyielding against the torrent of sword auras, casually deflecting them with effortless swings of his Black Dragon Saber.

"How is this possible?" The elderly deacon dropped down from the air, staring at Wu Tian in sheer disbelief.

Rumble! Sword auras continued to plunge from the sky, yet they failed to inflict even the slightest fraction of a scratch upon Wu Tian.

"To be able to move through the Sweeping the Army sword auras completely unscathed—just how on earth did he pull that off?!" The elderly deacon was utterly dumbfounded. He had never witnessed anyone walk through that supreme offensive technique without a scratch; even cultivators of far greater realms would not have been as unaffected as Wu Tian.

"My goodness! How did Brother Tian do it? To remain entirely unharmed amidst such an area-of-effect assault! Every single sword aura has been deflected." Yue Shishi stood behind, her mouth agape and her face filled with absolute disbelief.

"Brother Wu is simply too powerful! The surrounding buildings have been damaged by the sword auras, yet Brother Wu is strolling through it as if taking a casual walk. How amazing! I admire Brother Wu so much!" Standing on the distant rooftop, Tong Yixin watched Wu Tian with adoration, her heart pounding with excitement.

Tong Yibing stared intently at Wu Tian. "Young Master Wu must have seen right through the flaws of this technique from the very beginning, otherwise this would have been impossible. What a terrifying insight!"

"Hmph! It's nothing more than pure luck," Guo Yuemen muttered resentfully.

Xu Jianren also stared at Wu Tian in gaping stupefaction, as though his soul had left his body. "How... how did he do it? This is the highest esotericism of our Myriad Sword Sect's swordsmanship! He... he is completely uninjured! Will someone please tell me why, why?!"

"Young Sect Master, this subordinate has no idea either." The surrounding disciples of the Myriad Sword Sect wore equally blank expressions, completely clueless as to how such a feat was possible.

While everyone was paralyzed with shock, Wu Tian had already closed the distance to the elderly deacon.

It was only then that the elderly deacon snapped back to reality, roaring in fury, "So what if you managed to dodge my ultimate strike? I'll kill you right now!"

With that, the elderly deacon transformed into a streak of light, lunging directly at Wu Tian.

Wu Tian's gaze sharpened. His body came to an abrupt halt, and then he vanished from where he stood.

Clang!

With a crisp, sharp sound, Wu Tian and the elderly deacon crossed paths head-on, their bodies instantly flashing past one another.

Following that, the precious sword in the elderly deacon's hand shattered into pieces. He froze in place, his eyes wide with horror.

Without even glancing back at the elderly deacon behind him, Wu Tian gave his wrist a flick, and the Black Dragon Saber vanished into his system inventory.

Puff!

Suddenly, a geyser of blood erupted from the elderly deacon's throat. He tried to press his hands against his neck to stem the flow, but the blood continued to gush forth uncontrollably.

"You... you actually... complete... completely saw through my sword moves!" The elderly deacon turned around with immense difficulty, pointing a trembling finger at Wu Tian as his eyes filled with disbelief.

"In my eyes, the Myriad Sword Sect's sword techniques are nothing more than garbage. And they call this an ultimate esotericism—what a complete idiot!" Wu Tian curled his lip in utter scorn.

With a heavy thud, the elderly deacon collapsed to the ground, his head tilted sideways as he breathed his last breath. Even in death, his eyes remained wide open, brimming with lingering resentment and unwillingness.

Ding!

"Congratulations to player Wu Tian for slaying a level 5 Martial King deacon of the Myriad Sword Sect. You have gained 100,000 EXP and the Earth-grade superior sword technique, *Peerless Sword Art*."

"Congratulations to player Wu Tian for becoming the irreconcilable enemy of the Myriad Sword Sect. Any member of the Myriad Sword Sect who encounters player Wu Tian will automatically harbor maximum hostility toward him. Slaying members of the Myriad Sword Sect will yield double EXP."

Good grief! What was this system prompt all about? Since when did the game work like this?!