CHAPTER 292: 290. THE LONG YUE SWORD THAT CAN CUT ANYTHING (4/4)

"Arrogant?"

Wen Ping was taken aback.

How did I end up with this title?

The black-faced man said, "Will you surrender willingly, or must I make a move?"

"Let’s have a fight then. If you win, I’ll go with you. If you lose... if you lose, you’ll leave your life here." Wen Ping gave a dismissive smile.

The black-faced man laughed.

Not only him, but the people in front of the main hall also couldn’t understand why Wen Ping was doing this.

Especially Hua Zixun.

At this moment, Lu Ye, who was watching the black-faced man, spoke up, "This person’s power should be comparable to mine. Sect Leader Wen’s action is indeed somewhat too arrogant."

Qin Shan quickly chimed in, "It’s truly hard to fathom the Sect Leader’s actions. But he’s definitely arrogant... If the black-faced man hadn’t mentioned it, I wouldn’t have noticed; whenever the Sect Leader faces outsiders, he becomes particularly arrogant, with an air of disdain for all. Last month, he was just unafraid of the Middle Profound Realm, and now he’s unafraid of the Half-Step Divine Profound."

Listening to their words, Hua Zixun took the opportunity to glance at Lu Ye, showing a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He never paid attention to this person. He thought Lu Ye was just a Middle Profound Realm or Upper Realm—after all, Upper Profound Realm in East Lake is already an Ancestral Level figure.

Unexpectedly, Lu Ye turned out to be Half-Step Divine Profound.

Seeing the casual demeanor of someone in Half-Step Divine Profound at the Immortal Sect, surely he’s been here often.

He found himself increasingly unable to understand this Immortal Sect.

Hua Zixun looked towards Wen Ping’s direction and quickly asked, "Senior, you’re really not intervening?"

Lu Ye glanced at Hua Zixun and nodded, "Sect Leader Wen already said it, so why should I intervene."

"What if there’s an accident..."

Yu Mo, beside him, responded calmly, "What kind of accident can there be? Just watch carefully; if the Sect Leader can’t win, he definitely won’t let him leave alive."

Hua Zixun was speechless.

He couldn’t imagine how this group of people was so assured about a twenty-year-old young sect leader fighting against an Upper Half-Step Divine Profound.

Following the crowd’s gaze, Hua Zixun looked towards the square.

Bang!

With a sound of vibrating vein, a red meridian gate appeared beside the black-faced man’s hand—along with a red vortex rotating on his arm.

Though it’s not a true anomalous vein, the thirty percent increase in power is also noteworthy.

"You are very arrogant. No Profound Realm has ever dared to stand before me and challenge me like this... You must learn what the power of Half-Step Divine Profound is, let me give you a proper lesson."

With that, the black-faced man suddenly raised his hand, a flame suddenly appeared in his palm, its tongues twisting like a mischievous little snake.

"I’ll tell you openly, this move, a Yellow Level Top-Grade Vein Skill, I’ve only cultivated to the Great Success Realm. Don’t worry, if you can’t take it, I’ll take back the flame."

The black-faced man deliberately emphasized the word ’only’.

He thought it would bring Wen Ping some fear, yet he saw Wen Ping just standing there, doing nothing.

Afterward, the black-faced man’s expression tightened, and he tossed his hand.

The fireball was suddenly thrown into the air, and at the moment it ascended, it suddenly transformed. It exploded with a bang, forming a cloud of fire, and like a torrential downpour, fire rain poured down, covering the entire square. The place where Wen Ping stood was the most densely covered area by the fire rain.

The originally standing people outside the main hall quickly retreated into the main hall to avoid sudden burns from the fire rain.

As everyone entered the hall, the fire rain poured down!

"Careful!"

Hua Zixun couldn’t help but urgently caution Wen Ping from afar.

Seeing the situation, Wen Ping remained unfazed, merely smiled lightly, then said, "Playing with fire against me?"

Bang!

Meridian gate opened.

Wen Ping directly waved his hand, white flames arose in his hand.

Punishment Fire confronted it directly.

The absolute suppression effect of the previous fire rain suddenly vanished like a timid chick, not only losing its previous dominant momentum but upon being enveloped by the white flames, its power disappeared completely. The originally dripping fire flames were directly swallowed upon touching the white flames, vanished without a trace.

And the white flames didn’t stop, rushing towards the source of the fire rain in the sky.

In the next moment, the fire cloud was annihilated.

Directly consumed by the white flames.

Afterward, Wen Ping’s calm voice echoed, "Clearly it’s fire, yet insists on using a water move."

The black-clothed man was stunned by this scene, showing an expression of shock.

Never mind Wen Ping breaking his vein skill, the white meridian gate releasing white flames fundamentally broke the five elements rule of the anomalous vein.

White should be water!

But Wen Ping’s was fire.

"No wonder you dare be so arrogant. Turns out you have such powerful flame technique and such a unique meridian gate. With your power, matching against the Upper Profound Realm shouldn’t be a problem..."

The black-faced man was quite pleased in his heart, not disheartened by his earlier failure.

Such a technique was truly worth the tens of thousands of miles they traveled here. If Nangong Wentian learned this news, he’d be thrilled to the extent of sleeplessness, wouldn’t he?

Slowly, the corners of the black-clothed man’s mouth revealed a trace of sinister smile.

"But unfortunately, you encountered me... I have no interest in playing with you anymore."

After saying this, a knife suddenly appeared in the black-faced man’s hand, accompanied by a dull vibrating vein sound, and the knife was covered by flames. The crowd was startled, yet before they could guess about the knife, the black-faced man had already raised it up, flames raging instantly. Then the black-faced man gave Wen Ping a meaningful smile.

Unexpectedly, the knife fell!

"Burning Slash!"

The flame transformed into a massive giant blade, crashing down.

Boom!

The loud sound spread across the entire summit of Yunlan Mountain.

Even Nan Hao at the base of Yunlan Mountain heard the sound.

Hua Zixun was shocked, quickly shouted, "Sect Leader Wen!"

But as the flames dispersed.

Wen Ping stood there effortlessly, unharmed.

The tiles were fine as well, the strike failed to even leave a crack on them.

Wen Ping spoke calmly, "Indeed, you are much weaker than the Knife-Wielding Man! My Spirit Body, you don’t even have the power to harm it."

The black-faced man was aghast, "You’re not a Purity Body!"

"Of course not!"

Wen Ping chuckled, then two swords appeared in his hands!

One Flying General!

One Long Yue!

With both swords in hand, a natural murderous intent spread instantly, Wen Ping said, "Now it’s my turn."

Swish!

Swish!

Both swords turned into white gleam and flew out simultaneously.

One on the left, one on the right.

The black-faced man was astonished, "This!"

Then immediately raised his knife towards the Long Yue sword on the left, understanding that the greatest threat to him was it.

"Burning Slash!"

In a roar, the black-faced man swung the knife once more!

Swish!

But before the white sword glow reached, the burning slash was already falling.

With a bang, everyone looked from within the hall, not understanding what happened.

But seeing half of the knife on the ground, the crowd comprehended. And as the knife’s owner, the black-faced man retreated several steps, the vein qi shield wrapped him like a turtle.

"What kind of sword is this!"

His knife was forged from a flame stone.

Bought at auction: a hundred White Crystals per blade—cost him all his possessions.

Even a perfect Purity Body could be hacked until bloodied with this knife!

Yet such a knife was broken.

He clearly saw that his knife just touched that sword, and it broke like a twig.

"Hey! Don’t be dazed."

While dazed, Wen Ping’s voice rang in his ears.

The black-faced man immediately focused his gaze forward, seeing two swords heading straight for his brow!