The Ninth Young Master was utterly stunned!
He knew the power of his punch, yet Ye Xuan had blocked it without a scratch!
Absolutely impossible!
The Ninth Young Master stared at Ye Xuan. “What defensive artifact do you have!”
Ye Xuan calmly replied, “I don’t.”
The Ninth Young Master snapped, “You do!”
Ye Xuan nodded. “Alright, I do. And then?”
The Ninth Young Master froze, speechless.
Ye Xuan looked at him, repeating, “I do. And then?”
The Ninth Young Master glared. “What artifact are you using!”
Ye Xuan smiled. “A protective divine armor my dad gave me!”
The Ninth Young Master’s eyes narrowed. “What does your dad do?”
Ye Xuan answered honestly, “A sword cultivator!”
The Ninth Young Master pressed, “What’s his name?”
Ye Xuan grinned. “The Green-Robed Sword Master!”
A flicker of doubt crossed the Ninth Young Master’s eyes. “Never heard of him.”
Ye Xuan smiled. “He’s pretty awesome.”
The Ninth Young Master stared. “How awesome?”
Ye Xuan thought, then said, “An invincible existence!”
“Ha!” The Ninth Young Master sneered. “Invincible? Don’t you find that laughable? Invincible in this vast cosmos? Who dares claim that? Even my clan, dominating millions of worlds, wouldn’t dare say we’re unmatched across the universe!”
Ye Xuan grew curious. “What’s your clan?”
The Ninth Young Master looked at him. “Why do you ask?”
Ye Xuan smiled. “Just curious.”
The Ninth Young Master chuckled. “I think you don’t need to know. You’re not at that level. Knowing certain circles would only bring you trouble!”
Ye Xuan sighed softly. “Why do you have such a superiority complex? I think no matter how great someone’s achievements or who’s behind them, they should stay humble. Look at me, my sister, my dad, my big brother are so incredible, have I ever been arrogant?”
The Ninth Young Master replied calmly, “That’s because you lack the capital to be arrogant!”
Ye Xuan fell silent.
He suddenly realized his dad’s hands-off approach might’ve been right.
Raised at the bottom, Ye Xuan knew the harshness of life, the struggles, the value of what he earned. If he’d grown up with his dad, he’d likely have been spoiled, flattered, and might’ve ended up like this Ninth Young Master.
Throughout history, many who founded dynasties were great rulers, but their descendants often turned out weak or incompetent. Why? Because those descendants never faced hardship!
Not that suffering guarantees superiority, but it fosters maturity and gratitude for what’s earned.
The Ninth Young Master seemed refined, cultured, but his words dripped with superiority, like some rich second-generation heirs who flaunt their wealth.
Of course, not all were like that, many second-gens worked hard and excelled.
But in a flashy society, those who thought money made them superior were the majority.
The Ninth Young Master suddenly smiled. “I think…”
Ye Xuan shook his head. “I was going to ask about your clan, maybe you’d know mine. But your smug tone, I can’t stand it! Let’s just fight. If I can’t beat you, we’ll compare family and dads. I, Ye Xuan, have never lost at that!”
With that, he charged upward, sword in hand.
Buzz!
A sword’s cry shook the heavens!
In the sky, a glint of malice flashed in the Ninth Young Master’s eyes. He dove forward, throwing a punch, his massive phantom behind him mirroring the blow!
A world-destroying punch!
But Ye Xuan sheathed his sword, letting the punch hit his head.
Boom!
The punch shattered, and Ye Xuan was unscathed!
The Ninth Young Master’s pupils shrank. As he prepared to strike again, a sword light slashed toward him.
Blood-red sword light!
The Ninth Young Master’s eyes narrowed. He crossed his arms, and his clan’s phantom mirrored him, encircling him protectively!
Ye Xuan’s sword struck.
Boom!
A blood-red sword light exploded on the phantom’s arms, causing it to tremble and crack!
Ye Xuan’s mind stirred, and a thousand blood-intent swords rained down, slashing the phantom.
Boom!
In an instant, the phantom was sliced into countless pieces!
The Ninth Young Master retreated tens of thousands of feet, pulling away.
As he stopped, a sword slashed at him, swift as lightning.
Malice flickered in his eyes. He opened his palm, revealing his fan, and blocked.
Boom!
The fan held against Ye Xuan’s sword!
Ye Xuan paused, realizing his sword couldn’t break the fan. The fan had cracks from the Great Dao Pen, but the pen hadn’t fully destroyed it!
The Great Dao Pen’s voice rang out, “It’s not my fault, you can’t unleash the full power of this clone!”
Ye Xuan: “…”
The Ninth Young Master stared at Ye Xuan, realizing he couldn’t harm him!
Ye Xuan’s defense was absurdly strong!
But Ye Xuan couldn’t kill him either!
Ye Xuan looked at the Ninth Young Master, gripping his sword, debating whether to use his Instant Invincibility. After a moment, he decided against it.
Since reaching Ancient God Realm, he craved a real fight, a thrilling one to stabilize his shaky realm!
With that thought, Ye Xuan opened his palm, the Burial Sword appearing. He furiously activated his Mad Demon Bloodline!
As the bloodline surged, the Burial Sword trembled violently, unleashing waves of murderous intent and malice, turning millions of feet of starry sky into a sea of blood!
The Ninth Young Master frowned. “This bloodline power… interesting!”
Ye Xuan’s Burial Sword shook, and a sword intent surged out!
Human World Sword Intent!
To Ye Xuan’s shock, this intent wasn’t blood-red, and it seemed to suppress his bloodline and the Burial Sword!
What’s happening?
Ye Xuan was stunned. His sword intent seemed stronger than before!
Was it… evolving?
The Ninth Young Master clenched his left hand, gripping his black fan, its material unknown. A ferocious beast was etched on its front, and a golden character, “Guard,” adorned the back.
The fan was slowly repairing itself.
Ye Xuan snapped back, frowning at the fan. “Pen, any idea what this fan is?”
The Great Dao Pen didn’t respond.
Ye Xuan suddenly missed the Little Pagoda. With it around, he wasn’t so bored or lonely.
Now, he had no one to talk to!
Without dwelling, Ye Xuan vanished.
Swoosh!
A blood-red sword light tore through the field.
As Ye Xuan moved, the Ninth Young Master’s eyes narrowed. He opened his fan, and the beast’s eyes snapped open, roaring, “Ant!”
Boom!
The roar shattered countless starfields!
Ye Xuan bore the brunt, halted in place as waves of terrifying force battered him.
Boom, boom, boom…
In an instant, Ye Xuan’s body trembled violently, the forces exploding around him, their shockwaves obliterating starfields millions of miles away!
Yet Ye Xuan, at the epicenter, remained unscathed!
His armor absorbed all the force!
The Ninth Young Master’s face darkened.
He hadn’t expected Ye Xuan to withstand the beast’s soul attack, completely unharmed!
This was absurd!
The Ninth Young Master wanted to curse!
How do you even fight this?
Ye Xuan glanced at his armor, muttering, “Dad, you’re my real dad!”
This armor from his father was unreal!
Dying was hard!
Not only was he invincible among peers, even those two realms above couldn’t touch him!
To him, this armor was the epitome of invincibility!
The Ninth Young Master snarled, “What the hell are you wearing! How can it block even a Heavenly Beast’s soul attack!”
Ye Xuan looked at the fan’s beast. “Heavenly Beast? This weak? Like it hasn’t eaten!”
The Ninth Young Master: “…”
The beast roared, “Lowly ant!”
Another surge of terrifying force poured from the fan, rushing at Ye Xuan like a storm!
Ye Xuan stood still, eyes closed, hands open, letting the forces batter him.
Boom, boom, boom…
Explosions echoed through the starry sky, audible across universes.
Yet Ye Xuan remained untouched!
Moments later, he opened his eyes, looked at the beast, and flipped it off. “Trash!”
The Ninth Young Master: “…”
The Heavenly Beast: “…”
