King of Ten Thousand Years

"This Luo Tian... he’s too ostentatious."

"The Hidden Dragon Sect has always emphasized the character of its disciples. We’ve never seen such an arrogant brat."

The Second Generation Disciples sneered and shook their heads.

Yuwen Xuan’s father, Yuwen Zhou, sighed lightly, a look of pity on his face.

With Luo Tian’s stunning talent, he could have earned the sect’s high regard. But his condescending attitude toward everyone had instead earned Hermit Hidden Dragon’s displeasure.

"Miao Feng, are you willing to accept Luo Tian’s proposal?"

Hermit Hidden Dragon asked in a deep voice.

His impression of this grand-disciple, Luo Tian, was quite poor.

Hermit Hidden Dragon decided to use this opportunity to knock Luo Tian down a peg and teach him a lesson, lest he embarrass the sect in the future.

"To prove my innocence, I am willing!"

"Forget three moves—even if it’s three hundred, I, Miao Feng, will see it through to the end!"

Miao Feng declared, full of righteous indignation and radiating an aura of integrity.

"This boy has an upright character."

The second-generation elders couldn’t help but praise him.

Hermit Hidden Dragon stroked his beard with a smile, nodding in silent approval.

A moment later, Luo Tian and Miao Feng came to a clearing in the middle of the bamboo forest.

"Luo Tian! As your Senior Brother, I will not draw my saber for the first move. I hope you’ll be sensible."

Miao Feng adopted a magnanimous and benevolent posture.

Once again, he won the approval of the elders.

’I’ll take the moral high ground and crush Luo Tian so utterly that he’ll never be able to show his face again!’ Miao Feng was inwardly ecstatic.

"You’d be better off drawing your saber. Don’t be like last time, when you couldn’t even get it out of its sheath," Luo Tian said with a mocking expression.

"You... you vile schemer! How dare you be so arrogant!"

Miao Feng’s expression froze, and a nameless rage flared within him.

The swelling on his palm had mostly subsided, allowing him to draw his saber and use eighty to ninety percent of his strength.

But since Miao Feng had just made a show of his magnanimity, he definitely wouldn’t draw his saber for the first move.

"If you don’t draw your saber, I won’t draw my sword."

Luo Tian smiled faintly. He wouldn’t take advantage of Miao Feng, lest the man try to make excuses later.

Guiyuan Hand!

Luo Tian leaped forward, closing the distance in an instant, and sent out a powerful, brilliant-yellow Palm Shadow.

Almost simultaneously, a sharp glint flashed in Miao Feng’s eyes.

"Hmph! I won’t let you scheme against me this time!"

WHOOSH!

The aura of the Third Layer of Spirit Sea Realm erupted from his body, and an invisible vortex of air currents swirled around him.

This mighty presence was enough to overwhelm the top-ranked fighter on the Human List during the Wu Mansion’s grand tournament.

WHUMP!

Miao Feng extended his uninjured left hand and threw a punch that unleashed a fist of light wreathed in violet flames. It was as large as a water tank and kicked up a fiery wind several meters wide.

In an instant, Miao Feng’s immense fist of light engulfed Luo Tian’s Palm Shadow.

"Not bad! This boy has the same valor Senior Brother Miao had in his youth," a few of the second-generation elders remarked in admiration.

The sheer force of Miao Feng’s strike seemed to overpower Luo Tian’s.

BANG! CRACK!

The two forces, one fist and one palm, slammed into each other, sending up a roiling cloud of qi and dust.

"Argh..."

Suddenly, a muffled cry of alarm rang out.

The next moment, the immense violet-flame fist of light was shattered by the powerful and solid crystal-yellow Palm Force.

BAM!

Miao Feng was sent flying backward, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. One of his arms hung limply at his side, completely unable to be lifted.

Luo Tian remained expressionless as the Cyan Jade Light Membrane on the surface of his palm quickly faded.

"Feng!"

Off to the side, Miao Jiang cried out in horrified disbelief.

With a single blow, Miao Feng’s arm was nearly broken, and he had also suffered a severe internal injury.

"No... How is this possible! You little thief, what kind of vile scheme did you use?"

Miao Feng demanded incoherently, roaring with rage.

During that clash, an inhumanly terrifying power had surged from Luo Tian’s body, which, combined with his powerful Palm Force, had completely crushed him.

His full-power strike as a Spirit Sea Third Layer cultivator had actually been defeated.

"A Body Refining Technique!"

A sharp glint flashed through Hermit Hidden Dragon’s dim, yellowed eyes.

The Body Refining Technique Luo Tian just used was exceptionally powerful. Its origin was definitely not simple!

"This boy is actually training in a powerful Body Refining Technique as well!"

"Nephew Miao Feng underestimated his opponent and suffered for it," several of the second-generation elders exclaimed in amazement.

Miao Jiang’s expression flickered between pale and grim. He wanted to question it but had no grounds to do so.

After all, Body Refining Techniques were also a path of Martial Arts.

"I told you, you would have been better off drawing your saber," Luo Tian said teasingly.

He cultivated the Celestial Furnace Treasure Body; his strength was terrifying. For a cultivator at the Third Layer of Spirit Sea Realm like Miao Feng, a direct confrontation was just asking for trouble.

"I have not been defeated yet!"

Miao Feng gritted his teeth. ’Luo Tian is truly insidious, having hidden his Body Refining Technique.’

Fortunately, he had used his left hand to strike just now, which wouldn’t affect the execution of his dominant-hand Saber Technique.

CLANG!

Miao Feng drew the Cold Moon Saber from his waist.

Celestial Moon Saber Technique!

The Curved Saber swung out, creating a desolate, ice-cold rainbow of purple moonlight that shone brilliantly as it slashed toward Luo Tian.

The power of this slash was comparable to Xia Bingyue’s when she had activated her Sword Intent during the Wu Mansion’s grand tournament—it was perhaps even a fraction stronger.

"What a powerful slash!"

The third-generation grand-disciples couldn’t help but exclaim.

Even Yuwen Xuan admitted his own inferiority.

"Excellent! With Nephew Miao Feng using a Saber Martial Skill, that boy’s advantage in Body Refinement will be greatly diminished."

Several of the second-generation elders were very optimistic.

As long as Miao Feng used his saber, Luo Tian’s chances of winning were slim, let alone winning in three moves.

Faced with that astonishing rainbow of purple moonlight, Luo Tian couldn’t help but shake his head, a look of disappointment on his face.

"This is your Saber Technique? It seems I overestimated you."

What!

The elders and grand-disciples present all stared, thinking they had misheard.

Miao Jiang’s heart, however, skipped a beat. ’Luo Tian is a genius who achieved something unprecedented. Even though he’s only at the Half-step Spirit Sea realm, he can’t be measured by common sense.’

"Celestial Star Sword Technique, Star River Technique!"

CLANG! SWISH!

Luo Tian’s Wind and Snow Sword left its sheath, tracing a brilliant, star-like Sword Qi Rainbow Light. The cold gleam was profound, like an eternal river of stars hanging in the sky.

This strike faintly resonated with the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, emitting a trace of the vast, boundless Great Trend of the Sword Way.

"That’s... a Perfect Sword Technique!"

Miao Jiang’s expression changed dramatically as he cried out in shock.

"This boy... he’s actually grasped the rudiments of Sword Intent!"

Hermit Hidden Dragon’s brow twitched, his eyes widening.

Among the entire younger generation of the Azure Cloud Kingdom, only his closed-door disciple, Xia Bingyue, had grasped the rudiments of Sword Intent.

Even those at the Earth Element Realm had barely touched upon the rudiments of a True Intent.

’What lifetime of good karma did Lin Dongfeng accumulate to have picked up such a bargain of a disciple?’

SHIIING! BOOM—

The river of star-like Sword Light, an incomparably powerful cold tide, engulfed and shredded Miao Feng’s saber light.

"Ah, no—"

Miao Feng roared as the exploding Icy Cold Sword Qi sent him reeling in a battered state.

A deep, bloody gash that revealed the bone was left on his chest.

"Why would I need three moves to deal with you!"

Luo Tian sighed in disappointment.

CLANG!

The Wind and Snow Sword returned to its sheath, and Luo Tian walked back to Lin Dongfeng’s side.

"Kid! When did you comprehend a True Intent, and also start training in a Body Refining Technique...?"

Lin Dongfeng was dumbfounded.

And to think he had been on pins and needles before, worried that Luo Tian would be bullied.

But in reality, it was Luo Tian who was bullying a child.

On second thought, Lin Dongfeng suddenly understood. Luo Tian was such a monstrous character; when had he ever suffered a loss?

"Miao Feng actually lost!"

"In just two moves? He was crushed by Luo Tian?"

The second-generation elders and third-generation grand-disciples were all utterly shocked.

It only took two moves.

One punch, one sword strike.

And Luo Tian had defeated Miao Feng.

"Ahem! This boy... wasn’t actually exaggerating," Hermit Hidden Dragon said, looking slightly embarrassed.

He had to admit that he had misjudged.

The potential, aptitude, and strength Luo Tian displayed were in no way weaker than his closed-door disciple, Xia Bingyue; in fact, he was stronger.

Luo Tian had proposed the three-move agreement to prove how fragile Miao Feng was.

Looking at it now, that almost seemed humble of him.

Miao Feng couldn’t even last two moves against Luo Tian.

From Hermit Hidden Dragon’s level of insight, he could even tell that Luo Tian was still holding back.

At this moment, the faces of the father and son, Miao Jiang and Miao Feng, alternated between red and blue.

Miao Feng’s defeat was too miserable!

This made their previous slanderous accusations collapse on their own.

"Miao Feng, according to our agreement, you must apologize to me and Master Lin," Luo Tian said calmly.

"Luo Tian! Don’t push it! Even if you didn’t maliciously scheme against him, the fact remains that you injured Feng!"

Miao Jiang’s face flushed red as he helped his injured son up.

He couldn’t bear to bow his head to Lin Dongfeng’s lineage.

"In my Hidden Dragon Sect, a promise is a promise. You can lose a fight, but you cannot lose your dignity."

Hermit Hidden Dragon’s expression darkened.

His mind raced as he guessed at some of the truth.

With Luo Tian’s strength, there was simply no need to deliberately scheme against Miao Feng.

The two must have had a direct conflict. Miao Feng came out worse for it and decided to slander Luo Tian instead.

"Grandmaster! I can apologize and admit my mistake," Miao Feng wailed loudly.

THUD!

He fell to his knees before Hermit Hidden Dragon with his injured body, inspiring a sense of pity and sympathy from the onlookers.

Hermit Hidden Dragon felt a pang of pity, especially when he thought of how diligently the Miao father and son had presented him with gifts.

"But! To admit I’m wrong to a scoundrel of such corrupt character like Luo Tian goes against my conscience!"

Tears streamed down Miao Feng’s face, which was contorted with hatred as his tone suddenly shifted.

"What is the meaning of this? You still show no remorse!"

Hermit Hidden Dragon frowned, displeased.

"Grandmaster! You don’t know! This Luo Tian is shameless! He used insidious means to trick Nun Xia into promising herself to him in marriage!"

Miao Feng gritted his teeth, a venomous glint in his eyes.

Luo Tian’s marriage agreement with Xia Bingyue was a violation of ethics.

To put it bluntly, it had incestuous undertones.

Hermit Hidden Dragon placed great importance on etiquette and tradition. This matter absolutely crossed his line!

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