jdhmnovel Chapter 398 You are not worthy yet
Chapter 398 You are not worthy yet
Not far away, a group of disciples dressed in the distinctive attire of the Heavenly Sword Sect strode aggressively towards them. The one at the head of the group was tall and imposing, exuding an undeniable air of authority. This was none other than Jian Wuchen, the renowned chief disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect.
His sharp, hawk-like eyes coldly swept across the crowd, as if they could see through everything. Everyone whose gaze swept over them felt a chill run down their spines and involuntarily lowered their heads.
"Anyone who dares to block my path will be killed without mercy!" Jian Wuchen's face was ashen as he uttered a cold shout. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable domineering aura that instilled fear in those who heard it.
Upon seeing this, the crowd panicked and scrambled to the sides, afraid of angering this menacing figure. In an instant, the once bustling street became wide, with a straight passageway clearing in the middle.
Seeing this, Xu Nian couldn't help but shake her head and sigh softly, "What arrogance! Does he really think he's the King of Heaven?"
Wu Qinghuan chimed in, "Exactly! This guy is far too arrogant and domineering. As the saying goes, 'In a big forest, you'll find all kinds of birds,' and today we've certainly seen it for ourselves." After saying that, the two exchanged a smile, seemingly unconcerned about what had just happened.
At that moment, Jian Wuchen's gaze fell upon Xu Nian and Wu Qinghuan. He narrowed his eyes slightly, sized them up, and then demanded sharply, "And who are you two? How dare you criticize me like this?"
"Heh." Xu Nian's lips curled slightly upward as he chuckled, a sound that seemed to carry a hint of contempt and disdain. He casually said, "You're not worthy to know." These words were like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the heart of the person opposite him.
"You're courting death!" Upon hearing this, Jian Wuchen was instantly enraged, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes widening like copper bells. He roared, his right hand swiftly drawing the long sword from his waist, and in a flash, he pounced on Xu Nian like lightning. In an instant, the sword flashed, its chilling aura sending shivers down one's spine.
However, faced with such a fierce attack, Xu Nian simply smiled calmly, then slowly extended his right hand, gently bent his index finger, and flicked it forward. In that instant, an invisible sword aura, barely perceptible to the naked eye, suddenly shot out, its speed utterly unbelievable.
With a loud "bang!", the longsword in Jian Wuchen's hand shattered into several pieces in an instant, fragments flying everywhere. At the same time, an incredibly powerful force traveled from the broken sword to Jian Wuchen's body. He was thrown backward like a cannonball, flying dozens of feet before crashing heavily to the ground.
"Pfft!" Upon landing, Jian Wuchen couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of bright red blood, staining the ground in front of him. His face turned extremely pale, devoid of any color, and his body trembled uncontrollably from the violent impact. Clearly, that attack had severely injured him.
At this moment, the surrounding crowd was completely stunned by what they were witnessing. Their mouths gaped open, their eyes widened, and their faces were filled with disbelief. They simply couldn't believe that the usually renowned and arrogant Jian Wuchen had been defeated by Xu Nian in a single move, and in such a pathetic manner at that. For a moment, the entire scene was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.
After a long while, everyone seemed to snap out of their daze. "This... how is this possible?" someone stammered, their voice filled with fear and confusion. "Yes, Jian Wuchen is one of the top experts here, how could he be defeated in one move?" another person chimed in.
At this moment, everyone's gaze was focused on Xu Nian, their eyes filled with both awe and curiosity. They secretly speculated about the identity and origin of this mysterious man, their hearts filled with countless questions and fears.
“Pathetic.” Xu Nian seemed completely unconcerned about the crowd’s reaction. He remained expressionless, calmly uttering the words without even glancing at Jian Wuchen lying on the ground, before turning and continuing to walk forward. Wu Qinghuan and the tabby cat following behind him also remained calm, as if nothing had happened. The three of them walked further and further away, quickly disappearing from sight, leaving behind only a scene of chaos and the still-shocked, terrified gazes of the crowd.
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"Cough cough..." Accompanied by a series of violent coughs, Jian Wuchen shakily pushed himself up from the cold ground with both hands. Blood gushed from the corner of his mouth like a burst dam, instantly staining his chest. He clutched his chest tightly with one hand, seemingly trying to stop the bleeding, but it was futile. His other hand trembled as he pointed into the distance, his eyes filled with a complex expression of fear and resentment.
"You...you just wait! One day, I will make you pay a terrible price!" Despite being extremely weak, Jian Wuchen still endured the excruciating pain and roared these harsh words into the distance through gritted teeth. Then, he staggered and swayed, like a candle flickering in the wind, as he stumbled away from the bustling market.
At the Blood Sword Sect's headquarters, a magnificent and solemn palace stood tall. At this moment, Jian Wuchen, his face streaked with tears, knelt before the Tyrant Sword Daoist, sobbing, "Master! This disciple is utterly incompetent! Today, I have suffered such a humiliating disgrace in the market! Please, Master, grant me justice!"
The Sword Master sat upright on the throne above, his hair and beard as white as snow, yet his eyes were as sharp as lightning, seemingly able to pierce through all illusions. As he emanated an extremely fierce sword intent, the entire hall was instantly filled with a suffocating aura of pressure.
"Who is it? Who dares to harm my beloved disciple!" The Overlord Sword Master slammed his hand on the armrest, his hair standing on end in fury, and shouted angrily. This angry shout was like a thunderclap, making everyone present's ears ring, and even the beams and pillars in the hall couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"Reporting to Master, it was a man and a woman who did it. The man was dressed in a snow-white robe, with an extraordinary and refined air; the woman wore a light blue dress, with a graceful and charming figure. Especially the man, his strength was simply unfathomable. I tried my best but couldn't withstand even a single move from him!" Jian Wuchen said, still shaken as he recalled the scene. Especially when he thought of Xu Nian's seemingly casual attack, his body trembled involuntarily again, his heart still shrouded in endless fear.
"One move?" Upon hearing this, the once quiet and solemn hall erupted in chaos. The elders exchanged bewildered glances, their faces filled with disbelief and shock. Jian Wuchen was, after all, a rising star among the younger generation of disciples in their Blood Sword Sect, possessing extraordinary talent and exceptional strength. Yet now, someone had actually defeated him in a single move—it was truly unbelievable!
"Outrageous! How dare they provoke our Blood Sword Sect! They're asking for trouble!" The Tyrant Sword Daoist trembled with rage, his beard bristling. He never imagined his beloved disciple would suffer such humiliation.
The Sword Master's face instantly turned extremely gloomy. He glared and roared angrily, "How dare someone harm a disciple of my Blood Sword Sect! This is simply outrageous! I will never let this go unpunished and will make this person pay a terrible price!"
His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning slightly white from the excessive force, and veins bulging on his forehead, revealing his extreme anger. After calming himself down slightly, the Tyrant Sword Daoist gritted his teeth and said, "Three days from now, the auction will be held. At that time, we will demand an explanation from that despicable person in front of everyone, and let the world know that the Blood Sword Sect cannot be bullied!" As he finished speaking, a fierce and sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
Meanwhile, within the market town, news of Xu Nian's reprimand of Jian Wuchen spread like wildfire, reaching every corner at an astonishing speed. People whispered and discussed the matter, their words revealing their shock and curiosity.
"Have you heard? Jian Wuchen, the renowned chief disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, was actually defeated by a mysterious man in just one move!" A middle-aged cultivator said to his companion with a look of astonishment.
"What? How is this possible? Jian Wuchen is one of the top experts among our younger generation. Could he not even withstand a single move?" Another cultivator shook his head in disbelief, expressing his inability to believe the news he had heard.
"Absolutely true! I witnessed the whole thing firsthand. The mysterious man just flicked his finger, and Jian Wuchen was sent flying like a kite with a broken string!" The speaker vividly described the scene, as if it were still fresh in his mind.
Upon hearing this, everyone gasped in astonishment, and exclamations of surprise rose and fell.
"Hiss... It seems that man's strength is truly unfathomable and terrifying! I wonder what his background is?" someone couldn't help but speculate.
As time went by, the atmosphere in the market grew increasingly lively. Representatives from various sects arrived one after another, all drawn by the grand auction scheduled for three days later. In no time, the market was teeming with people, shoulder to shoulder, a bustling and lively scene.
Upon hearing of the Blood Sword Sect disciple's injury, the Overlord Sword Daoist was instantly enraged. His previously calm face was now contorted with rage. His eyes widened, veins bulged on his forehead, and he roared, "How dare they harm my Blood Sword Sect disciple! This is an ungentlemanly act! I will not let this man go easily; he will pay a terrible price!" His voice boomed like thunder, echoing in the air for a long time.
After a brief pause, the Tyrant Sword Daoist seemed to have come up with a brilliant plan. A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes as he continued, "Three days from now, the grand auction will be held. At that time, all forces will gather here. We will hold this auction, in front of everyone, and demand an explanation from that despicable person, letting the world know that the Blood Sword Sect is not to be trifled with!" With that, the Tyrant Sword Daoist flicked his sleeve and turned to leave, leaving behind a group of Blood Sword Sect disciples looking at each other in bewilderment, secretly sweating for the upcoming auction.
Meanwhile, within the market town, news of Xu Nian teaching Jian Wuchen a lesson spread like wildfire, reaching every street and alley at lightning speed. In an instant, the entire market town was abuzz with excitement, people whispering and discussing amongst themselves.
"Have you heard? Jian Wuchen, the chief disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, was actually defeated by a mysterious man in just one move!" A middle-aged cultivator in a gray robe said to the people around him with a look of astonishment.
"Huh? Is that really true? Jian Wuchen is one of the most outstanding figures among our younger generation. How could he not even withstand a single move?" Another cultivator clearly didn't believe the news and asked skeptically.
"Absolutely true! I was there at the time and witnessed the whole thing. That mysterious man merely flicked his finger, and a burst of energy shot out. Jian Wuchen hurriedly swung his sword to meet it, but it was completely futile. With a loud 'bang,' Jian Wuchen was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground in a sorry state!" The cultivator who spoke earlier vividly described the scene, as if everything was still fresh in his mind.
Upon hearing this, the surrounding cultivators couldn't help but gasp, exclaiming in astonishment, "Hiss... This mysterious man's strength is simply too terrifying! I wonder what his background is?"
He suppressed Jian Wuchen with a single punch.
This sounds incredibly absurd.
But it actually happened.
Jian Wuchen is already so powerful, it's hard to imagine just how strong the opponent has become!
But without a doubt, he is far superior to Jian Wuchen.
Otherwise, they cannot be directly suppressed.
Instant kill!
Such a powerful being must belong to some unknown force!
As time passed, more and more details about the battle spread, and people became increasingly curious and awe-inspiring about Xu Nian's identity and strength. Meanwhile, forces from various sects began to arrive at the market, all heading towards the auction three days later. The market was instantly bustling with people, shoulder to shoulder, a truly lively scene. The gathering of experts from all walks of life filled the small market with a tense atmosphere.