Chapter 1173: Chapter 1173: Clash of the Strong

Yang Yan looked at the two’s disheveled state, a contemptuous smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Since they bullied his people, they can’t blame him for being ruthless!

This time, he’s going to take it seriously.

On the other side, Lin Zimu, without reservation, seemed equally matched.

Rabbit rise, gyrfalcon fall, wielding his sword gracefully and leisurely, like a distinguished gentleman in a troubled world.

As the senior disciple of the Ancient Abyss Sect, his prowess is unquestionable.

During the six months Yang Yan was in seclusion, he also trained hard, with evident progress in his strength.

Although his talent isn’t the most outstanding, his mindset is the best.

The way of cultivation emphasizes refining the heart.

Lin Zimu’s Sword Dao of Defense embraces yin and yang, focusing on the doctrine of moderation.

Especially after the fierce battle with Ban Deming, Lin Zimu had an epiphany and managed to incorporate the Path of Water into his sword techniques!

Water, when strong, can break all things, and even the giant stones in the mountains are washed away without a trace.

When weak, it hides its edge, becomes invisible, yet remains endless!

The sword techniques resemble surging waves, when touching a person, turning from surface to point, transforming into countless Sword Qi edges!

But his strength was always limited, and under the siege of many people, he gradually began to struggle!

The sword’s light continued to ravage, but its power was evidently insufficient!

Yang Yan also noticed this scene, but he had no time for sentiment at the moment.

He must win quickly!

Otherwise, the situation would be detrimental to them.

Even though handling these two elders is no problem for him, the others are not opponents of Yizheng Sect and Biluo Sect.

Before this, they were already severely injured and had consumed a lot of energy, now they are merely strong in appearance but weak in strength.

With a determination for a swift victory, Yang Yan said no more and rushed at the two with speed, wielding the Star Night Sword.

Lu Wen and Liu Xi both felt their vision blur, and each took a palm strike to the chest.

Both let out a muffled grunt, feeling as if their lungs were about to shatter.

Yang Yan’s lightning-fast palms were indeed powerful.

If Lu Wen didn’t have a Magical Treasure for protection, he would probably have become a corpse by now.

However, Liu Xi wasn’t as fortunate; after taking a palm strike, he couldn’t evade and was directly killed by Yang Yan with a sword.

In just an instant, the companion beside him was headless, and Lu Wen was panic-stricken.

If this child is not eliminated, he will become a major threat in the future.

However, as this thought flashed in his mind, Yang Yan advanced on him again.

Knowing that escape was useless, Lu Wen did not retreat but advanced, preparing to confront Yang Yan directly.

But, hearing Yang Yan’s disdainful cold laugh, his vision blurred, and his neck suddenly felt cold.

How is this possible?!

Lu Wen knew Yang Yan’s sword was swung from behind him.

That means he appeared directly at his back!

Spatial Secret Technique!

Lu Wen’s head, eyes wide open, was kicked fiercely by Yang Yan, rolling off into the distance.

This time, Yang Yan was truly enraged, intending to leave none alive.

Right as Yang Yan was about to store the Star Night Sword into the Void, he suddenly furrowed his brow as a sword light shot towards him.

He shifted slightly, narrowly avoiding the strike by a tiny margin.

A Biluo Sect disciple was holding a sword, glaring at him with murderous intent.

Yang Yan calmly observed this person, suddenly smiling:

"You were watching the whole time, yet didn’t help Liu Xi and Lu Wen? Just standing there watching them die by my hand?"

The person smiled indifferently, casually responding, "I don’t like those two, so if they’re dead, they’re dead."

"Besides, I didn’t target Ancient Abyss Sect people earlier, I was just putting on an act."

Hearing this, the disciples of Ancient Abyss Sect were puzzled.

If not pointed out, it seemed no one realized.

But recalling, during the beginning, he indeed held back everywhere, never spilling anyone’s blood.

Gleaning insight from the eyes of Ancient Abyss Sect disciples, Yang Yan slightly nodded, indicating for him to continue.

"Heard of the Celestial Flood Dragon Saint Body’s exceptional talent, its strength is extraordinary. I’m Zhao Yuheng, an Inner Sect Disciple of Biluo Sect, wishing to take this opportunity to learn some moves."

Introducing himself as Zhao Yuheng, the Yizheng Sect disciple extended a respectful fist towards Yang Yan.

"Alright, let’s fight."

Yang Yan eagerly agreed.

He too wanted to test how far his efforts over the past six months had gone.

This person was undoubtedly an excellent opponent. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Thus, Yang Yan instructed surrounding disciples to move as far away as possible, giving them enough space.

Yang Yan and Zhao Yuheng simultaneously launched, charging at each other with swords.

The blades clashed instantly, like two bolts of lightning colliding directly.

The swords met, separating almost immediately, neither seeming to gain an advantage.

Without a word, they stared at each other from afar for a full ten seconds.

"Again!"

Seeing a peer with almost identical strength, Yang Yan’s heart blazed with intense fighting spirit.

With a shout from Yang Yan, Star Night’s blue light shone, enveloping him entirely, becoming one with the sword, slashing towards Zhao Yuheng.

Zhao Yuheng furrowed his brow, hastily sidestepped, skillfully evading Yang Yan’s sword technique.

A blue lights streaked like lightning, carving out a straight trench over a meter deep where he just stood.

"Beidou Swordsmanship! Shifting Form and Shadow."

Zhao Yuheng’s eyes sank, and with a decisive shout, he suddenly split into seven.

Each person holding the Seven Star Sword, standing in the formation of the Beidou Seven Stars, trapping Yang Yan.

Swish, swish, swish!

Sword light surged, layers upon layers of seemingly tangible Sword Intent attacked Yang Yan.

However, within it, Yang Yan remained composed, his clothes fluttering, sometimes wielding his sword to dissolve crises, or forming spells to obstruct the Sword Intent.

But, the minds of the seven figures were connected, and the Seven-Star Sword Array was flawless; while Yang Yan struck fast, the energy expenditure began taking a toll.

Over time, he would inevitably fall behind.

Yang Yan naturally knew that six of the figures were illusions, only the real Zhao Yuheng was located at the core of the Seven-Star Sword Array.

He closed his eyes, cleared his mind of distractions, sensing the murderous intent from the seven Zhao Yuheng figures, trying to discern their differences.

"All things are illusion, life returns to dust. How distant the path ahead is, illusions fail against truth!"

With the sword technique Yang Yan was chanting, Star Night’s blue light flared again.

This is it!

Suddenly opening his eyes, with a flick of his wrist, Star Night, carrying a violent Sword Momentum, pierced into the Jade Balance Position.

Ah!

With a muffled grunt, Zhao Yuheng was instantly wounded, utilizing some Body Technique, retreated to a place more than fifty meters away from Yang Yan.

The other six illusions vanished accordingly.

Cough, cough!

With two heavy coughs, Zhao Yuheng pressed on his injured chest, speaking with some difficulty: "Indeed, the Celestial Flood Dragon Saint Body, you are truly the strongest of our generation."