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

The elder did not reply, but furrowed his brows instead.

The Cold Absolute Blade was not on Xu Yan, could he have thrown it away?

But how could that be possible? It was a Divine Artifact after all!

Had he hidden it somewhere?

"Declare the whereabouts of the Cold Absolute Blade, and I will grant you a swift end!"

The elder spoke coldly.

Xu Yan smirked. With a wave of his hand, he drew out the Cold Absolute Blade.

"If you think you're capable, come and snatch back this useless blade."

At once, he stowed the Cold Absolute Blade back into the Storage Ring.

The elder was utterly astonished.

Wasn't that a Storage Bag that could hold Divine Artifacts?

"Die now!"

The elder growled, his white hair dancing wildly, and a red flush spread across his old face.

An aura intertwining both cold and death-like energy burst forth, and he sent forth a fierce punch towards Xu Yan.

Xu Yan countered with a sword strike that felt like it encompassed the entire landscape.

Boom!

The landscape crumbled. The elder drew close and threw another punch.

The air was filled with murderous intent and permeated with death energy.

"Petty tricks!"

Xu Yan sneered coldly.

He knew he could not afford to prolong the fight. If the Blademeister Elder from Thousand Martial Hall were to pursue him, it would take quite some time to shake him off.

Buzz!

In that moment, Xu Yan slashed downward with his sword, blending Sudden Wind Sword Intent with landscape-like Sword Intent. Seemingly just a single sword strike, the blow had the might of a landscape brought full force onto his opponent.

The elder fell silent as a gray light was emitted from his body. Death energy was swirling around him, enveloping him entirely.

In that moment, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop, and a bone-chilling aura of death filled the air.

Whoosh!

He swung another punch. His aged body became more haggard as his Divine Soul kept melting away.

No signs of pain appeared on the elder's face. Instead, he wore a smile and seemed indifferent.

Xu Yan felt a tug at his heart. This attack was extraordinary; it was enveloped in the aura of death—this was the elder's lifelong cultivation of Martial Arts that were being released in this instant.

"The Transcendent Spirit Sect indeed has some skills. Does the Thousand Martial Hall also possess such a secret technique? Is he a martyr of Thousand Martial Hall?"

Two Wheel of Swords appeared before Xu Yan.

The Wheel of Life and Death!

Like bargaining chips between life and death, they whittled away at the elder's strike. However, the elder's strike, compared to Wu Yuan's, was even more fierce. A deathly air, once attached, was as corrosive as lethal poison, constantly wearing at him.

Xu Yan circulated his divine essence, resisting this deathly aura.

"That was a little harsh!"

A strand of divine essence had been tainted with the deathly aura. Xu Yan immediately severed that strand of divine essence, dispelling it into mid-air.

He continued his offensive while simultaneously retreating.

The elder's attack was drawing closer and becoming more relentless, especially that deathly air, as tenacious and deadly as a parasite.

"One must have spent a long time and paid a considerable price to refine the lifeforce and Divine Soul into such an aura of death, right?"

"Moreover, it can only be launched when one's lifespan is running out.

"I have to admit, its power is indeed tremendous, but in my eyes, such a secret technique is merely rubbish!"

Xu Yan remained calm and composed. During this confrontation, he had deduced how the elder had trained to achieve such deadly power.

The elder's expression darkened, a hint of apprehension flashed in his eyes.

Just within an instant, Xu Yan had discerned the source of his secret technique?

This boy was far too monstrous. He surpassed even the Blood Demon of yesteryears. This threat must be eliminated!

Bang!

In that moment, his physical body began to disintegrate. His attack intensified, the deathly air neared blackness. It was like maggots gnawing at a corpse, constantly corroding Xu Yan's attack, pressing closer with increasing intensity.

"What difference does it make if you know? You can't escape!"

His attack had locked onto Xu Yan's presence, and he had no choice but to take the blow head-on—there was no possibility of him evading.

And with Xu Yan's power, even if he successfully withstands the attack, he would undoubtedly be corroded by the death aura, corroding his martial fundamentals, corroding his Divine Soul.

He was assured to suffer a great deal!

Moreover, looking at the present situation, Xu Yan couldn't even withstand the attack!

The elder's eyes were frosty. Xu Yan was fated to die without question!

Even if he himself would not last, others would soon find this location, and the Blademeister Elder would soon be on their trail.

The Cold Absolute Blade would be repossessed.

And Xu Yan's body would be hung at the entrance of the Thousand Martial Hall, deterring all in Ling Domain. This was the outcome of angering the Thousand Martial Hall!

"Who said I can't escape?"

Xu Yan revealed a splendid smile.

His figure instantly disappeared from its original location, shifting to another.

"You think..."

Before the elder could finish, a look of horror suddenly appeared on his face.

"No!"

His blow had, unexpectedly, lost its direction!

Originally, it had locked onto Xu Yan's presence, yet at this moment his presence had vanished, even though he was clearly not far away!

"All this time, I have been effortlessly defeating enemies head-on. But that doesn't mean I lack other techniques. Today you'll have the honor of witnessing them."

Xu Yan's smile was brilliant, the elder's attack fell flat and was dissipating. He did not make a move, just watching with mocking eyes as the elder raged helplessly, fear evident in his eyes as he faced impending death!

"You... must… die!"

With the elder's final roar, he completely vanished.

However, the lingering deathly aura from his attack still laced the surroundings and wouldn't dissipate for a while.

"Thousand Martial Hall actually has such a method. The remaining Transcendent Spirit Sects must have something similar too. I mustn't underestimate them."

Xu Yan murmured to himself before his figure flickered and disappeared from the spot.

Less than quarter an hour after he left, the form of an old man appeared. His expression changed drastically as he detected the lingering deathly aura.