Daoist Competition-Chapter 252 - 94: With Sword in Hand, I Slice Through Ten Thousand Li of Clouds (Part 3)_3

A resonant laugh echoed from beyond the clouds, "Even if all of you come at me together, why would I fear?"

Wei Tu snorted coldly, "Arrogance!"

He was about to step forward when he suddenly saw the blue light above shake off Xuan You’s twelve sons, standing firmly in the void. Immediately, a radiant sword ball shot forth. The sword ball trembled in midair before splitting into an identical copy.

Wei Tu sneered, "No wonder you’re so audacious—so you’ve mastered the Separation Light Technique. But even if you can split your sword, what of it?"

Yet as the words left his mouth, his expression abruptly changed.

Before his eyes, those two sword balls shuddered simultaneously and split into two each. The four starlike points of light then underwent two more transformations, until a total of sixteen sword balls hovered in the void. In an instant, Sword Qi surged skyward, and brilliant radiance filled the heavens.

Those present drew sharp breaths, exclaiming with disbelief, "Sixteen Swords in One Breath?"

Everyone knew that among various combat techniques wielded by cultivators, Sword Cultivators were the most formidable. Take, for instance, the Shaoqing Sword Sect, where the entire sect practiced sword cultivation, securing its position as the foremost Great Sect of East Splendor Continent. It was because, once sword light was split, it was not only effortlessly controlled and adaptable but each sword was akin to a Supreme Treasure. Now, with Zhang Yan wielding sixteen sword balls at once, without a Supreme Treasure or superior mysterious skill for protection, how could anyone possibly withstand the assault?

Consider Dai Xin—this man could command four sword lights, each strike as powerful as four Dharma Treasures combined. Though he couldn’t last a single clash against Zhang Yan, in his peer group, he was unrivaled. Even when facing cultivators with strong Mysterious Skill defenses impervious to Flying Swords, he could come and go freely, unfazed.

The sixteen sword balls hung high in the void, surveying all beneath like monarchs gazing upon their subjects. Even the hundred disciples nearby could feel the overwhelming battle intent challenging heaven and earth.

At that moment, even Wei Tu harbored thoughts of retreat, finding himself incapable of opposing such power.

As if sensing his intention to retreat, the sword balls in the sky suddenly swept together, forming a tempest that violently hurled downward toward him. In that instant, Wei Tu’s mind churned with countless strategies, yet not a single one proved viable. He sighed deeply, raising the long-river-like Mysterious Skill light beneath his feet to shield himself. Regardless, as the sword light struck, sharp pain erupted across his body. Darkness engulfed him, and he lost consciousness entirely.

To onlookers, Zhang Yan, poised amidst the clouds, only needed a single wave of his hand to release his sword light, effortlessly knocking Wei Tu from the skies. Faces drained of color all around.

Suddenly, someone cried out, "This man is ruthless! None of us can defeat him alone! Brothers and sisters, attack together!"

The crowd snapped back to their senses, shouting loudly. Dozens of tunneling lights surged into the sky, closing in on Zhang Yan. In an instant, Dharma Treasure Flying Swords and dazzling lights interweaved chaotically around him.

Zhang Yan sneered coldly, paying no mind to the incoming attackers. With a mere gesture of his hand, his sword balls transformed into radiant light and swept downward, cutting down an opponent instantly. Regardless of the strength of protective Mysterious Skill or Dharma Treasure defenses, the repeated strikes of sixteen sword balls forced each attacker to tumble out of the skies.

It was only now that the others realized the agony endured by Wei Tu. No matter what transformations they attempted, how could they rival the endless variations of sixteen sword balls? Even trying to flee proved futile—they could never surpass the speed of the sword lights. In the end, they could only brace themselves miserably, like stationary targets being struck down at will.

By the time Zhang Yan had circled around once, the skies had cleared entirely, all gloom dissipated. He turned his gaze across his surroundings, only to find not a single person remaining!

Tilting his head back, he laughed aloud, "Six Rivers and Four Islands—nothing more than this!"

With that, he let out a long howl, as if venting all the grievances in his heart. He shook his shoulders, transforming into a streak of Rainbow Light and soared away.

Below, hundreds of cultivators stared blankly, not one daring to step forward and block him.

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