I Fabricated the Techniques, but my disciple really mastered them?

This ultimate assassination move was evidently the real killing technique, being the remnants of Wu Yuan's divine soul, seizing this opportunity to activate the Cold Desolation Blade's authentic killing technique.

This strike bore the reflection of a supreme being.

Clearly, it was the supreme being of the Thousand Martial Hall who had augmented the power of Wu Yuan's strike, leaving behind the most crucial attack!

Although the method was somewhat unscrupulous, the effect was undoubtedly astounding.

No one had ever expected that Wu Yuan's strike would hide such a killing technique inside.

Presumably, Xu Yan hadn't seen it coming either.

Now, as the myriad sword torrent was broken and the Sword Dao's defense blasted open, and he was caught in a moment of defensive vulnerability, it was clearly too late for him to resist this blade.

Moreover, how could an attempt to defend hastily withstand this blade?

Even if he miraculously survived, he would inevitably suffer severe damage, or even have his foundation destroyed!

Xu Yan hadn't expected Wu Yuan's very same blade to harbor such a lethal attack!

The crisis suddenly hit!

However, Xu Yan remained unafraid. He was no longer a green martial artist. Even if he hadn't experienced life-or-death crises, he still had ways to deal with a sudden dangerous situation.

The myriad sword torrent and all Sword Dao defenses had already been blasted open. The attack was imminent.

The divine energy circulated like a rushing river. Xu Yan abruptly slapped out a palm.

Striking towards that blade!

He isn't just unparalleled in the Sword Dao, but his Descending Dragon Palm is also unrivaled in the world!

Ah!

At the moment when everyone thought Xu Yan would either die or severely injured, with his foundation destroyed, the Lord of the Thousand Martial Hall among others, showed a cold smile. A dragon roar resounding through heaven and earth arose.

Under the astonishing gazes of everyone, Xu Yan slapped out a palm, and a golden giant dragon roared out!

The dragon's majesty surged, supreme and dominating!

"A True Dragon?!"

Someone screamed in shock. The golden dragon was roaring, thunderously rushing out. How alike was it to the golden dragon of legend?

Moreover, this tremendous pressure seemed to make all living beings tremble. How alike was it to the majesty of the true dragon rumored in legend?

The sixth level of the Descending Dragon Palm, the True Dragon form, was nearly a real dragon!

The golden giant dragon issued a roar that resounded through heaven and earth, thunderously confronting the Cold Desolation Blade. It opened its huge mouth, swallowed the powerful attack into its stomach, and then swooped upwards, heading straight for the clouds!

Boom!

There was an explosion in the cloud layer. The golden giant dragon shattered, but it had completely blocked that attack.

The Cold Desolation Blade remained in Wu Yuan's hand. His withered body had long since lost any vitality, but when the blade was shown, it still aimed to kill Xu Yan.

Of course, it posed no threat anymore.

The chilling aura of the Cold Desolation Blade had faded, but a faint azure glow still lingered on the blade.

Before the Thousand Martial Hall could react, Xu Yan slapped out another palm and another golden giant dragon rushed out, instantly swallowing the Cold Desolation Blade into its belly.

Wu Yuan's corpse turned into flying ashes in an instant.

"Since the Thousand Martial Hall no longer has a prodigy to fight, I will take my leave. We'll meet again at the final battle of the Prodigy Clash. I hope the shameless Thousand Martial Hall won't let me down!"

Xu Yan laughed cheerfully.

The blockade of the Thousand Martial Hall ended. From Wu Yuan's remarks when he made his move, Xu Yan knew that there would be no more prodigies from the Thousand Martial Hall to challenge him.

Regardless of whether Wu Yuan's words were true or false, the Thousand Martial Hall clearly wouldn't continue to consume time with him.

In that case, he would quit while he was ahead.

This divine artifact, the Cold Desolation Blade, he would just claim it as the spoils of this battle.

"This blade will be my trophy from the war. Farewell!"

After swallowing the Cold Desolation Blade, the golden giant dragon coiled around Xu Yan. With a wave of his hand, his figure vanished from the spot in the blink of an eye!

"Impudence!"

A furious roar came from the entrance of the Thousand Martial Hall.

The Elder of the Blade was furious. How dare Xu Yan brazenly snatch the divine artifact of the Thousand Martial Hall!

Who gave him the audacity?!

All martial artists were stupefied. Only after Xu Yan snatched the Cold Desolation Blade and left, did they come back to their senses, their faces instantly covered in cold sweat.

That was the divine artifact of the Thousand Martial Hall! He'd snatched away the divine artifact right in front of the Thousand Martial Hall, who gave Xu Yan the audacity? Are the young people of this generation all so fearless?

No!

It's just that this young man, Xu Yan, is brave!

Stealing the divine artifact of the Transcendent Spirit Sect, Xu Yan is the first! Moreover, he seized it in front of the Thousand Martial Hall! is he not afraid of being pursued and killed by the supreme beings of the Thousand Martial Hall?

"This... this is disastrous!"

Cui Huayu wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes wide in shock.

"Xu Yan!"

A murderous voice echoed from the gate of the Thousand Martial Hall, as a figure shot out, charging straight towards Xu Yan.

Its imposing aura was shocking to all directions.

It was the Elder of the Blade from the Thousand Martial Hall!

"You plan to use your strength to bully the weak?"

Tian Ji roared, thrusting his halberd forward. It seemed as though a myriad of mountains were crashing down, in the thunderous noise, blocking the Elder of the Blade who was about to pursue and kill Xu Yan!

Boom!

The Elder of the Blade roared in fury, a blade flew from the gate of the Thousand Martial Hall into his hand. One slash shattered the myriad of mountains, and the next slash was aimed at Tian Ji.

"Xu Yan stole the Divine Artifact of my Thousand Martial Hall! You, Tian Ji, want to intervene? Do you want to die with him?"

Even as Tian Ji was shaking inside, he retorted: "In a competition between martial prodigies, the winner has the right to the spoils of the fight. Although the Divine Artifact belongs to the Thousand Martial Hall, it was used by Wu Yuan. Wu Yuan lost, and naturally, his spoils belongs to Xu Yan!"

"Nonsense!"

Another roar of rage filled the air.

An even more formidable aura surged from the gate of the Thousand Martial Hall. It was the Lord of the Thousand Martial Hall!

Subsequently, one after another powerful auras began to rise.

Tian Ji turned pale, after launching his halberd, he turned around and fled!

"Xu Yan, you cheeky lad, you're really too daring! Even though I wanted to support you, I bloody don't have enough backbone, I can't bear anymore, you're on your own!"

Tian Ji fled in desperation, if he were too slow, he'd not only put himself in danger, but also risk losing the Divine Artifact in his hand!

After all, this time he stood up for Xu Yan to prevent the Thousand Martial Hall from bullying the weak. Since he was a protector of the All Ages Alliance, it was normal for him to defend loose cultivators.

As a result, Xu Yan brazenly snatched the Divine Artifact of the Thousand Martial Hall!

Tian Ji, didn't have the backbone, he just couldn't take it any longer!

Yarong's mouth hung open, staring blankly at the direction where Xu Yan was disappearing to, too shocked to snap out of it.

Just then, a voice echoed at the front of the gate of the Thousand Martial Hall.

"This blade is now my spoils, Xu Yan's spoils. If Thousand Martial Hall is not convinced, feel free to dispatch anyone to chase and kill me, they will just become stepping stones for me, Xu Yan, to ascend to the summit of the Spirit Realm!"

Everybody followed the sound. In the sky not far away, Xu Yan stood tall, openly despising the Thousand Martial Hall.

"You're seeking death!"

The Elder of the Blade rallied and charged, but before he could reach Xu Yan, he vanished and dissipated into the heavens and earth!

What kind of method was that?

Every martial artist fell silent.

"Xu Yan, let's see how far you can escape!"

The Elder of the Blade roared in anger, charging towards the direction Xu Yan escaped in. He was confident that with his strength, it would not take long to catch up with Xu Yan.

"You are seeking your own death!"

The Elder of the Blade sneered in his heart.

Xu Yan had given him a reason to attack, and it was a compelling one!

The Divine Artifact can't be stored in the storage bag. Xu Yan's tracks can't be hidden, and he would definitely be unable to escape from the pursuit of the Thousand Martial Hall!

As for the Thousand Martial Hall, those several old men had disappeared quietly, going to hunt down Xu Yan.

"A hefty reward for those who can provide Xu Yan's whereabouts!"

The Lord of the Thousand Martial Hall said coldly.

He didn't mention what the reward was, but a single word from the Transcendent Spirit Sect could amount to a fortune. There would certainly be countless powers and martial artists going crazy for it!

And this was only for providing information on Xu Yan's whereabouts.

If one could capture him... it was almost unimaginable how great the reward would be!

Of course, the martial artists present knew that trying to capture Xu Yan, to beat Xu Yan, unless you were extremely strong, would be no different from seeking death.

Xu Yan's strength was beyond what peak Refining God Heavenly Man were capable of opposing.

Even if ten or eight teamed up, they would only be killed!

"Are there any martial prodigies in the Spirit Realm who can match Xu Yan?"

This thought popped up in the minds of many martial artists.

A Xu Yan who could only be opposed by the extremely strong, who else among the martial prodigies could be his match?

"Unbelievable, unbelievable, I'm witnessing history, I'm witnessing history!"

Cui Huayu excitedly darted into the palace.

This trip was worthwhile, it was too thrilling, Xu Yan was too daring!

Since ancient times until now, the bravest loose cultivator was none other than Xu Yan!

The cloud penetrating roc soared into the sky, flying towards the direction Xu Yan escaped in.

Yarong furrowed her eyebrows and immediately followed. Xu Yan wouldn't be able to get far, once caught by the Elder of the Blade, he would undoubtedly die!

Unless, he had some kind of trump card that could counter the Elder of the Blade. But how was that possible?