My Beasts Grind Proficiency For Me

Chapter 626: Chapter 140: One Palm

Yang Jing sat cross-legged on a couch, dressed in an ordinary hemp robe. The Celestial Waterfall Sword lay across his knees as he closed his eyes to rest and focus his spirit.

He was skilled in Artifact Refining, and the two sets of Treasure Armor he had forged were said to be impenetrable by all techniques. They had helped Si Taizhen and Iron Head establish their formidable reputations, yet he had never refined any Treasure Armor for himself.

The hemp robe he wore was simply woven from the fibers of some Azure Spirit Hemp. Aside from being a bit sturdy, it had no other spiritual properties.

His physical body was the best Treasure Armor.

Today was the day of the sword fight, yet Yang Jing felt no panic at all. The day before, he had merely taken a short rest to recover his Magical Power and Divine Sense.

But the great Noble Families had resorted to all sorts of schemes. Not only had they spent a massive amount of Spirit Stones to send assassins to poison him, but they had also arranged for Tribulation Cultivators to ambush him on his way to the Sword Fighting Platform.

Their actions were not only meant to assassinate Yang Jing, but also to probe his methods so they could prepare their tactics in advance.

However, all these probing attacks were blocked by his disciples without Yang Jing even needing to act personally.

Yang Jing reached out, grasped the Celestial Waterfall Sword, and opened his eyes.

"Have all the Noble Families arrived?"

Standing guard outside the door, Iron Head nodded.

"All the Noble Families are here. Even the fugitive Ruan Shengqian has been captured and brought over."

Yang Jing nodded.

His Magical Combat with these Western Continent Noble Families and the army of Cultivators he was assembling had actually relieved a great deal of pressure on the Central Continent, allowing them to dispatch more forces to the even more critical Northern Continent.

The Top Tier Noble Sects of the Central Continent were naturally willing to go with the flow and lend Yang Jing a hand.

The fact that the Tribulation Cultivators and assassins hired by the Western Continent Noble Families weren’t overwhelmingly powerful was a result of the other Noble Families pulling strings behind the scenes.

Yang Jing rose to his full height, levitated, and flew out from the couch.

What greeted his eyes was a boundless plain that seemed to touch the sky. A solitary mountain peak stood abruptly, its top sheared flat to be used for sword fights.

This was the Central Continent’s famous ancient Sword Fighting Platform, which had existed even before the continent’s fall. For hundreds of thousands of years, countless Cultivators had fought to the death on this platform, their blood spilling across the stage.

Soaked in the spiritual blood of Cultivators, the entire Sword Fighting Platform had taken on an ominous black hue. A sky-high Evil Qi had condensed within it, all of it formed from the resentment of the Cultivators who had died there.

Qi Cultivation and Foundation Establishment Cultivators were not qualified to engage in Magical Combat on this Magic Battle Platform. Those who died here were at least Golden Core Cultivators, and distinguished ones at that.

Yang Jing lowered his gaze. The Evil Qi on the Sword Fighting Platform was tightly bound within the Grand Array and was, in turn, being used by it to reinforce the entire platform.

With the support of this endless supply of Evil Qi, it would be difficult for even Cultivators at the Divinity Transformation Level to cause any substantial damage to the Sword Fighting Platform.

He looked up and saw the Western Continent Noble Families on the other side of the Sword Fighting Platform. The group was radiating killing intent, their eyes wide with fury as they stared daggers at him.

A Divinity Transformation Cultivator in magnificent robes, holding a Peach Wood Sword, recited an ancient sacrificial text, then lifted three Spirit Talismans with the sword’s tip.

The Spirit Talismans ignited without any wind, turned to ash, and fell upon the ancient Sword Fighting Platform.

His actions seemed to awaken a slumbering beast within the Sword Fighting Platform. The entire stage trembled slightly as countless black shadows churned inside it, only to be tightly restrained by the Grand Array, letting out unwilling wails.

By now, hundreds of thousands of curious onlookers had crowded onto the plain surrounding the Sword Fighting Platform.

Several enormous Water Mirrors spanned the sky, projecting the scene on the Sword Fighting Platform with perfect clarity.

"Yang Jing of the Five Elements True Spirit Sect, ascend the platform!"

The Divinity Transformation Cultivator intoned.

Holding the Celestial Waterfall Sword, Yang Jing’s figure flickered, and in the next moment, he had already appeared on the Sword Fighting Platform.

The Divinity Transformation Cultivator raised an eyebrow. He could tell that Yang Jing had used Water Escape, but to use it so flawlessly and without a trace was truly rare.

"Zhang Yu of the Jade Water Zhang Family, ascend the platform!"

The next moment, from the side of the Western Continent Noble Families, an old man, his hair and beard white, with a rather burly frame, transformed into a dazzling Tunneling Light and landed on the Sword Fighting Platform with a BOOM.

The moment he landed, he bellowed contemptuously at Yang Jing:

"Yang Jing! You’re nothing but an Independent Cultivator! What right do you have to act so arrogantly here? Sword Fighting? If our ancestors hadn’t founded the Six Sects, a lowly cur like you would have long since become nothing but white bones rotting in the weeds. What qualifications do you have to represent the Five Elements True Spirit Sect? Now you use your slick words, borrowing the power of other sects, to force us into a sword fight. I’m here today to broaden your horizons and teach you that there’s always someone stronger!"

This white-haired elder’s Cultivation was by no means weak; he was already at the Late Stage of Nascent Soul. Although his lifespan was nearing its end, causing his physical body and Magical Power to decline, his vast experience in Magical Combat and complete set of Magical Treasures meant that even a Great Cultivator at the peak of their Late Stage Nascent Soul phase would not dare to fight him lightly.

The next moment, he directly summoned a pair of magical rings.

The rings whizzed through the air, releasing a gray, shimmering light that enveloped the old man from head to toe.

"The Five Elements Primordial Magnetism Rings?"

Yang Jing was not angered by the white-haired elder’s tirade. Instead, he sized up the set of rings with great interest. The rings were divided into Yin and Yang; once activated, they could release the Five Elements Magnet Divine Light, which was especially effective at countering Flying Swords and Magical Treasures refined from metal.

’It seems the Western Continent Noble Families did their homework.’

The next moment, a colossal Dharma Aspect soared into the sky. It had an indigo face, wore gleaming golden chainmail, and glared fiercely at Yang Jing with wide, furious eyes.

"So you’re from the Dharma Image Sect. When the Dharma Image Sect was in crisis, its members fighting to the death and rushing to its defense, you lot sat as still as mountains. And you still dare to call yourselves one of the Six Sects? Truly shameless."

The white-haired elder flew into a rage.

"Our ancestors already endured all the hardships for our generation..."

Before he could finish, a Five Elements Hand as massive as a mountain range pressed down. The white-haired elder’s Dharma Aspect was already enormous, but before the Five Elements Hand, it was like a mouse, crushed with utter ease.

The Five Elements Primordial Magnetism Rings flared with brilliant light but couldn’t withstand the Five Elements Hand at all.

BOOM!

The ancient Sword Fighting Platform trembled violently. All the Evil Qi and resentful spirits within it were stunned into silence by that single palm strike.

"I really have no interest in listening to your incessant barking."

Yang Jing said calmly, retracting the Five Elements Hand back into his body. The pair of Five Elements Primordial Magnetism Rings also fell into his grasp.

The dao of Primordial Magnetism also fell under the domain of the Five Elements, but it was a path Yang Jing had never explored before, which was why he was quite interested in this Magical Treasure.

While he was so calm, the crowd of watching Cultivators had already erupted into an uproar. They had expected a fierce, drawn-out battle, but instead, the old man had hopped around and shouted for a bit before being slapped to death by a single palm.

On the side of the Western Continent Noble Families, however, there was dead silence. The white-haired elder was no simple character; his Power ranked in the top seven among all the Nascent Soul cultivators present.

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