"Senior Brother Peng truly lives up to being the Grand Elder’s disciple, he beat the Blade Sect Leader’s disciple the moment he went on stage. He’s way too strong!"

"Of course! Senior Brother Peng has long since stepped into the ninth level of Qi Cultivation, while that Sect Leader’s disciple is only at Qi Cultivation eighth level perfected!"

"Don’t forget, our Yizheng Sect still has Senior Brother!"

"Right right right! Senior Brother Ouyang is the Sect Leader’s personal disciple, his cultivation has already reached Qi Cultivation great perfection, he’ll definitely get our Yizheng Sect a good ranking!"

...

Peng Tao’s clean and decisive finish of his opponent sparked heated discussion among the surrounding Yizheng Sect disciples.

Their words were nothing but showing off, with a trace of pride.

The nearby low-ranked sect disciples could only let it pass.

Those disciples from the other top ten sects just smiled faintly after hearing this.

"Platform No. 3, Ancient Abyss Sect’s Yang Yan versus Yizheng Sect’s Ouyang Feng!"

On the high Platform No. 3, a bout had just ended as well, and the Deacon on stage called out loudly.

The disciples of Yizheng Sect stared fervently at Ouyang Feng, who was being surrounded by several Core Disciples.

Ouyang Feng also looked toward Yang Yan with quite some disdain, his lips moving almost imperceptibly:

"Today will be the day of your humiliation!"

Ouyang Feng was brimming with confidence, not putting Yang Yan in his eyes at all.

As for those Yizheng Sect disciples, they only remembered Yang Yan’s face for the moment, and had already forgotten his name.

So, they naturally assumed that their Senior Brother was about to show his might.

A streak of cyan light flew through the air and landed on Platform No. 3.

The Deacon merely lifted his gaze slightly to look at him.

The next moment, a beam of white light followed.

The newcomer was of course none other than Yang Yan.

With flawless features and an easygoing bearing, the moment he appeared, he immediately drew the sidelong glances of many outer female disciples, who then covered half their faces, cheeks flushing and hearts racing.

The Deacon stepped forward with a very respectful expression, cupped his fists with a bow, and said:

"Grandmaster!"

Yang Yan took a step forward and replied:

"No need for formality, just be fair and impartial."

Yang Yan was saying this to avoid any misunderstanding.

After all, he was the Ancient Abyss Sect’s Grandmaster, and the referee was also from Ancient Abyss Sect; these things still needed to be said on the surface.

"Yes!"

The Deacon retreated respectfully to the corner and raised his hand, shouting:

"The match begins!"

Ouyang Feng, who had watched this process from start to finish, wore a mocking expression, his narrow eyes slightly narrowed.

Looking at Yang Yan in front of him, he slowly raised his own sword and asked with a cold smile:

"Grandmaster Yang, may we begin?"

The man’s tone made Yang Yan feel quite uncomfortable inside, but outwardly he still replied:

"Anytime."

"Hehe! Grandmaster Yang, you might not know this, but I already promised Junior Sister Guo of Ancient Abyss Sect that I would defeat you with a single move on the arena!"

"So, Grandmaster Yang, you’d better make the first move! Otherwise, if you lose before even getting a move out, you’ll just make a fool of yourself for nothing and won’t be able to show your face in Ancient Abyss Sect in the future."

Once Ouyang Feng said this, he immediately made the Ancient Abyss Sect disciples’ faces flush red with anger.

The Ancient Abyss Sect’s Saint Son and their Grandmaster—was he someone you could insult?!

The Sect Leader of Yizheng Sect still maintained a veneer of friendliness, but several Elders sitting beside him laughed outright without the slightest attempt to hide it.

The nine great sects had made such a big scene, stirring up this little tournament; wasn’t their purpose precisely Yang Yan?

However, there was one person who was even more furious than all the Ancient Abyss Sect disciples present.

Even her two senior sisters couldn’t hold her back.

When Guo Guoguo heard Ouyang Feng call her junior sister again, she immediately channeled her Spiritual Power and shouted:

"Senior Brother Yang Yan, hurry and help me defeat him! He’s a bad guy!"

Yang Yan, who had always treated this Little Witch with respectful distance, actually turned his head and gave her a slight smile, replying lightly:

"Alright."

Guo Guoguo’s face-slap on the spot could be said to have made Ouyang Feng’s anger surge up from his heart.

His slender, fair fingers gripped the hilt with all their strength, yet his face still maintained a facade of calm.

"Grandmaster Yang, in that case, this disciple will have to offend you!"

Feeling the anger coming off Ouyang Feng opposite him, Yang Yan couldn’t help but find it amusing.

He really didn’t know—he and this man didn’t even know each other, where did such great hostility come from?

With both hands clasped behind his back, he casually lifted his head to glance at a corner of the sky, then looked back at him:

"It’s fine, just make your move. To defeat you, I only need one strike."

"Whoa!"

The Yizheng Sect disciples burst into an uproar when they heard this.

"This Ancient Abyss Sect Grandmaster is too shameless, isn’t he? He’s only been in Ancient Abyss Sect for a few days; where does he get this confidence?!"

"Could it be he thinks our Yizheng Sect Inner Sect Senior Brother will hold back on purpose for him?"

"I think that’s exactly what he’s counting on! After all, this is Ancient Abyss Sect’s home turf!"

"Whatever the case, after saying something like that, he’s no Saint Son in my eyes, just a fame-seeking clown!"

...

Once such talk from Yizheng Sect started spreading, it naturally couldn’t be left unchecked.

The already angered Ancient Abyss Sect disciples immediately pushed back hard.

The fiercest among them were, of course, the Little Witch and the two senior sisters she’d led astray.

The chatter below the stage made a hint of smugness rise in Ouyang Feng’s eyes.

Unfortunately, aside from that first glance, Yang Yan had kept that posture of looking off toward the horizon, as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

"Hmph! Techniques have no eyes; if Grandmaster Yang is injured, please forgive me!" 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Ouyang Feng gave a sideways cold snort and immediately drew his sword.

Zheng!

The seven-foot Cyan Blade left its sheath, the pleasant sword cry echoing to the clouds.

That familiar sword cry made Yang Yan involuntarily lower his head to look at the Sword Scabbard in his hand, muttering:

"Star Night, there’s no need for you to come out of the scabbard to deal with someone like this."

Star Night had a spirit; the Sword Scabbard in his hand trembled a few times, as if responding to its master.

"Courting death!"

Seeing Yang Yan acting so arrogant, Ouyang Feng roared, lifted his Longsword, and lunged at him in an instant.

Where the sword passed, countless silver sword-lights surged toward Yang Yan like a tidal wave blotting out the sky.

The sequence of strikes was so fast it was as if dozens of people were thrusting at you at once, wrapping you up so tightly not even wind could slip through!

Yang Yan’s eyes narrowed slightly, his expression becoming a bit more serious.

After all, this was Yizheng Sect’s Senior Brother. If he wasn’t a bit serious and slipped up, that would be troublesome.

Just when everyone clearly saw Yang Yan lift the Sword Scabbard a fraction, thinking he was going to strike first, his figure suddenly shot backward tens of zhang.

Then, his figure blurred once more, and after a brief bout of spatial shifting, he appeared in another spot, directly avoiding Ouyang Feng’s pursuit.

Ouyang Feng’s eyes narrowed, the corner of his mouth curling upward as he gripped the seven-foot Cyan Blade in his hand and chased after him.

Each time, Ouyang Feng unleashed a different Sword Technique, but Yang Yan always dodged it with an air of nonchalance.

In the end, Ouyang Feng just looked like an idiot, showing off his sword-flowers in midair the entire time.

Finally, Ouyang Feng couldn’t take it anymore.

With a sharp shout, the Longsword in his hand turned into a Jing Hong and hacked down through the Void once more without resistance.

The sinewy veins on his neck bulged like dragons as he bellowed in rage, "Yang Yan, can you only dodge?! Coward!"

Yang Yan’s rapidly moving figure came to an abrupt halt, forcefully stopping ten zhang in front of Ouyang Feng.

The word "coward" made his eyes gradually turn icy cold.