Qi Tian stood in the void like a sovereign high above, gazing down at Chen Tianming as though overlooking an ant.
“I thought you were far stronger. Now it seems you are nothing remarkable.”
Qi Tian’s expression was cold, his words thick with sarcasm.
Chen Tianming nearly exploded with rage at these words.
“Qi Tian, do not grow smug. I have not yet played my true trump card. Otherwise you would die without a burial place,” Chen Tianming roared.
“Is that so?” Qi Tian replied, unconcerned. “Then play your true trump card. Draw your sword.”
Everyone knew that the Qingyun Sword Sect consisted entirely of sword cultivators. Qi Tian understood that Chen Tianming’s greatest trump card was surely his swordsmanship.
Yet Chen Tianming was not only arrogant but also obstinate. “Qi Tian, I admit you have some ability, but to force me to draw my sword, that alone is not enough.”
“Not enough?” As the words left Qi Tian’s mouth, he took a step forward.
At once the surrounding area trembled. Dense yin and yang qi surged from his body like ten thousand true dragons bursting forth.
His hair danced in the wind, his eyes shone brilliantly, his vital blood and qi burned fiercely. He was like an immortal deity striding out from ancient times.
His footsteps fell one by one through the air as he advanced steadily on Chen Tianming, his momentum vast, as though an immortal spirit had descended upon the world.
“Chen Tianming, will you still not draw your sword?”
Qi Tian’s voice rang out like heavenly thunder, deafening all who heard it.
“You are not worthy.” As Chen Tianming spoke, he mobilised his divine power and struck a palm towards Qi Tian.
This palm was utterly terrifying. The gigantic imprint was like a collapsing expanse of heaven and contained black and white yin and yang qi.
At the same time, it carried an aura of complete invincibility.
“Yin-Yang Palm?” Seeing Chen Tianming’s move, Qi Tian froze. “How is this possible?”
Though the Yin-Yang Palm was not the supreme secret art of the Yin-Yang Sect, it was still a closely guarded technique. Not even core disciples of the sect were qualified to cultivate it, let alone an outsider.
Qi Tian could not fathom how Chen Tianming had mastered it.
“Since you also know the Yin-Yang Palm, let us see whose palm force is stronger.”
With that thought, Qi Tian pressed out with a palm of his own.
Bang!
Heaven and earth shattered. Both figures retreated some distance at the same instant and faced each other across the void.
Qi Tian shouted gravely, “Chen Tianming, how do you know the Yin-Yang Palm? Where did you steal it from?”
“Steal it?” Chen Tianming sneered with disdain. “For such a worthless palm technique, would I need to steal it? I master it after seeing it once.”
At these words, not only Qi Tian but everyone present was stunned.
“I finally understand why Chen Tianming knows the Heaven and Earth Tyrant Fist. He watched the Holy Son use it and mastered it after one glance.”
“If this is true, his talent is utterly terrifying.”
“If his talent were not terrifying, how could he become the first Holy Son of the foremost great sect in the Eastern Wasteland?”
“…”
The disciples of the Ancient Desolate Sacred Ground whispered among themselves.
By now Wang Cong’s wounds had fully healed. He stood up and gazed at Chen Tianming, killing intent boundless in his eyes.
“This fellow’s talent truly is monstrous.”
…
“As expected, my guess was correct. Chen Tianming’s talent is supreme. He masters others’ ultimate techniques after a single glance.”
Though Ye Qiu had suspected it earlier, hearing Chen Tianming confirm it himself still left him shocked.
“Setting aside background and status, with this terrifying talent alone he could stand as an unparalleled genius among his peers.”
Ye Qiu sighed inwardly.
The Long-Browed True Person transmitted, “If this fellow does not die, with talent like that, who will ever suppress him in future?”
“Rest assured, Qi Tian will kill him.” Ye Qiu knew Qi Tian would never let Chen Tianming live. The threat was too great.
Only by eliminating him completely would it be wise.
As expected, after hearing Chen Tianming’s words, killing intent burned even hotter in Qi Tian’s heart.
“It seems Master was right. If Chen Tianming does not die, he will surely become a grave calamity in future.”
“I am destined to prove the dao and become emperor. Before that day, I must clear every obstacle from my path.”
“Very well. Let Chen Tianming become my stepping stone.”
With these thoughts, Qi Tian spoke no more. He extended his hand and a long sword appeared in his palm.
One side of the blade was white, the other black.
This sword was named the Yin-Yang Heavenly Sword. It had been forged by the Wuji Heavenly Venerable himself on the day he became a saint. Later, the Venerable had presented it to Qi Tian as a gift.
“Oh? You mean to face me with swordsmanship?”
Seeing Qi Tian grasp the Yin-Yang Heavenly Sword, Chen Tianming was momentarily surprised, then he sneered. “Using swordsmanship before me? Do you wish to humiliate yourself?”
All the world knew that the people of the Qingyun Sword Sect excelled above all in swordsmanship.
In swordsmanship, the Qingyun Sword Sect could claim to be unrivalled under heaven.
“Whether it is humiliation, you will soon find out.”
Clang!
Black and white light suddenly blazed from the Yin-Yang Heavenly Sword in Qi Tian’s hand. Even before the blade moved, sword qi spread outwards, chilling everyone to the bone.
Chen Tianming narrowed his eyes.
He had practised the sword since childhood, studied tens of thousands of sword manuals, and mastered hundreds of sword arts. In both insight into the sword dao and comprehension of sword techniques, he was the foremost of the younger generation.
Before Qi Tian had even struck, from the sword qi alone Chen Tianming realised that Qi Tian’s swordsmanship was extraordinary.
For a moment his battle intent soared. He wished to contend with Qi Tian on the path of the sword.
But to do so, he would have to draw his own sword.
Chen Tianming hesitated. He had boasted so much earlier. Drawing his sword now would cost him some face.
Unless Qi Tian spoke first.
“Chen Tianming, draw your sword. Let us compare and see whose swordsmanship is superior.”
These words struck exactly what Chen Tianming desired.
Chen Tianming declared proudly, “Qi Tian, I shall let you know that I, Chen Tianming, Holy Son of the Qingyun Sword Sect, am the foremost swordsman of the younger generation!”
With that, his right hand reached behind his back and closed around his sword hilt.
Seeing the motion, anticipation rose in Qi Tian’s heart.
“At last he will draw his sword.”
“Excellent.”
“I want to see just how extraordinary your swordsmanship truly is.”
Just as Chen Tianming was about to draw his blade.
“Roar…”
Suddenly a dragon roar shook the nine heavens, startling everyone to turn their heads.
Chen Tianming halted at once and looked into the distance. From the towering mountains far away, golden light soared ten thousand zhang high.
“Could it be the Dragon Emperor inheritance?”
Excitement surged in Chen Tianming’s heart.
“Qi Tian, keep your head safe for me. I will come for it sooner or later.”
Leaving these ruthless words, Chen Tianming shot like lightning towards the golden light.
Qi Tian seemed deaf to Chen Tianming’s threat. His eyes fixed on the golden radiance, profound and deep.
In the next instant he took a step.
His body streaked forth like a sharp arrow, heading for the same golden light.
