"Your discipleâs heart is too impetuous."
Yang Yanâs gaze was like water, returning to calmness.
"So what? Unlike you, a person who hides and shows only a little!"
Ouyang Feng glared with anger, gritting his teeth in hatred.
Even though Yang Yan was only ten zhang away from him, he no longer foolishly rushed forward.
He had already realized that Yang Yan definitely had a Spatial Treasure on him.
Otherwise, how could he perform a Secret Technique that only Nascent Soul Stage Great Powers knew â Small Shifting?!
Thinking about who Yang Yanâs master was, he immediately felt relieved.
It should be the life-saving item granted to this treasured Saint Son by the Ancestral Master of the Ancient Abyss Sect.
Itâs just that he actually used it repeatedly in this small contest that posed no danger.
"Pah!"
Thinking this in his heart, Ouyang Feng spat on the ground.
Isnât it just because of his good talent?
A lucky fellow!
Yang Yan remained silent for a while as he saw this.
He looked at the many disciples around, and then at the Sect Elders and Sect Leader on the viewing platform, seemingly speaking to himself:
"Your Sword Dao lies in speed. Extreme speed possesses earth-shattering might. Unfortunately, the power is insufficient!"
"The most important thing is that your Sword Techniques are too gaudy. Or rather, the swordsmanship of the Yizheng Sect is ineffective!"
Yang Yan was merely stating a fact calmly, a fact that seemed undisputed in his eyes.
All the dodging earlier was to observe Ouyang Fengâs sword techniques, then study privately and find flaws.
Although Yang Yanâs words were calm in tone, they stirred anger among those Yizheng Sect disciples.
Even neutral disciples from other sects looked surprised.
Does he know what he is talking about?
He was commenting on the heritage of a seventh-level sect!
He even pointed out its shortcomings with certainty?!
Didnât he know that these heritages were thoroughly refined and supplemented by Nascent Soul Stage Great Powers over the years?
Not to mention Golden Core, even Nascent Soul Great Powers from other sects dare not comment lightly!
"Hehe! Sect Leader Lin, it seems this new Saint Son from Ancient Abyss Sect is quite extraordinary, perhaps the reincarnation of an immortal?!"
The sect leader of Yizheng Sect sat a few seats away from Lin An, speaking with sarcasm.
The other sect leaders smiled knowingly upon hearing this.
No one took Yang Yanâs words seriously.
To them, Yang Yan was likely doing exactly what some disciples said, merely fishing for a reputation.
Did he not realize that with his status as a Saint Son, thereâs no need for such things?
Even though people around him spat venomous words, Yang Yan only slightly furrowed his brows.
Picking up his Sword Scabbard, he pointed at Ouyang Fengâs face and said coldly:
"Since you pursue the fast sword, why bother with all those fancy moves?"
"Having watched you wield your sword for a while, I crafted a sword technique; since it was inspired by your moves, let it be called â Fengduan!"
Yang Yan still did not draw his sword, and simply rushed straight at Ouyang Feng.
Wielding the sword...
He actually dared to say he had been wielding his sword all along?!
Ouyang Feng felt a blaze of anger rise within him.
Upon seeing Yang Yanâs straightforward charge, seemingly a suicidal move in his eyes, Ouyang Fengâs eyes bulged with astonishment.
So, after all you said, youâre using techniques like a common man?
A plain and simple slash...
Courting death!
"Thundercloud!"
Facing Yang Yanâs attack, Ouyang Feng advanced instead of retreating.
A seamlessly flowing Sword Technique, like a meteor, slashed towards Yang Yanâs waist.
The sword gleamed with brilliance, clearly infused with Ouyang Fengâs full Spiritual Power.
With this move from Ouyang Feng, if Yang Yan continued charging directly, the most likely outcome would be being split in two by the sword.
"Haâ"
Seeing Ouyang Feng had set up his defense, Yang Yan instead smiled.
Swoosh!
A shimmer flashed by, leaving only a thin shadow behind.
"Youâve lost."
As he felt a blunt object pressing against his back, Ouyang Fengâs face turned pale, sweat beads rolled down like raindrops.
His lips trembled, shouting in unwillingness:
"No, itâs unfair! Without your Spatial Treasure, how did you reach my back? Coward, coward!"
Ouyang Feng, seemingly deranged, shouted hysterically.
"Ha! Putting aside how you react, your Thundercloud barely blocks the front; reaching your back to kill you is easy enough, isnât it?"
Yang Yan had never truly considered him from the beginning.
The previous direct attack had a method to defeat him, but it was a lethal move.
Otherwise, he wouldnât bother flashing to the back.
"Thundercloud, itâs not for you to critique! Without that Spatial Treasure, what is this Saint Son?"
Ouyang Feng turned his red eyes around, speaking with reddened eyes.
Anyway, he wasnât afraid Yang Yan dared to kill him.
"I donât have space..."
Yang Yanâs words were cut off as a Jing Hong suddenly erupted before him.
"Die!"
Ouyang Fengâs expression turned extremely sinister.
Several elders of Yizheng Sect suddenly stood up, faces full of astonishment.
Some elders even looked at their sect leader with questioning eyes.
Several elders from Ancient Abyss Sect rushed towards Yang Yan on the stage, but being Golden Core, they couldnât perform Instant Teleportation.
The chief steward of the third ring was always watching the two on stage. At this moment, seeing what unfolded, his eyes nearly popped out.
The pressure unique to his Foundation Establishment Stage burst forth as he rushed towards Yang Yan.
He would protect Ancient Abyss Sectâs Saint Son, even with his own flesh and blood!
However, these people were ultimately a step too slow.
Frankly speaking, Yang Yan never expected to encounter such an assassination at the righteous sect contest among the Ten Sects.
But he wasnât entirely unprepared internally.
Never forget where he came from!
Back then, Yang Yan had fought his way out step by step from the Hidden World.
In that realm, a single mistake could spell death.
This scene, although unexpected, wasnât beyond Yang Yanâs precautions.
Clang!
The clash of gold and weapons rang out as a bright yellow flame streaked through the air.
The longsword originally swinging towards Yang Yanâs neck flew backward, tracing a beautiful arc in the air.
All disciples, high-ranking sect members, all instinctively held their breath for a moment.
Did the nine major sects hope Yang Yan would die?
Clang...
The longsword, now fallen and rolling on the ground, fell silent.
Ouyang Fengâs face was ashen as he slowly lifted his head:
"How can you be so fast?"
Yang Yan didnât draw his sword even at this moment, the sword scabbard casually hung at his waist.
As though Ouyang Feng before him hadnât just been his would-be killer.
After sheathing his sword, Yang Yan looked at Ouyang Feng for a moment, then suddenly said:
"Because my sword is fast, so it is fast."
Because my sword is fast, so it is fast...
Because I am invincible, so it is invincible!
Ouyang Feng collapsed to the ground.
The arriving elders of Ancient Abyss Sect surrounded the two.
Among them, a goat-bearded elder, clearly quick-tempered, extended a hand like an iron clamp to grab Ouyang Fengâs shoulder.