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Yan Xiaotian felt a tightening in his heart.
After living for so many years, he had never shown any signs of nervousness in front of anyone, but today, deep down, he truly began to fear Jiang Chen. He formed his fingers into a blade, gathering Inner Energy to create a beam of energy at his fingertips, which he then slashed towards Jiang Chen. Jiang Chen casually waved his hand, and a wall of water rose up from the surface, infused with his vast spiritual power. The water was compressed and drawn together, forming a barrier as solid as iron and steel; Yan Xiaotian's energy beam could not penetrate it at all.
Feeling anxious, Yan Xiaotian struck out like lightning. His Inner Energy surged like a torrential storm, crashing against the water wall in front of Jiang Chen, but unfortunately, it had no effect whatsoever.
Yan Xiaotian's Inner Energy was far superior in quality to that of ordinary practitioners like Peng Tianqi; it could sever trees and stones. However, Yan Xiaotian's Inner Energy could even cut through steel, which was the key to easily defeating Peng Tianqi and others. But now, the Inner Energy he took pride in was utterly ineffective against Jiang Chen.
Breathing heavily from the massive output of Inner Energy, he realized the toll it was taking on his stamina and dared not continue this futile effort. Yan Xiaotian stopped his attacks, and Jiang Chen also retracted the water wall. With great interest, Jiang Chen looked at Yan Xiaotian as if appraising a plaything.
"Alright, I'm done playing with you," Jiang Chen said while standing atop the Water Dragon, feeling somewhat disinterested. Even someone like Yan Xiaotian, a master of the Divine Realm, disappointed him; he had expected to see some unique techniques from Yan Xiaotian but found that he only had these few tricks—too boring.
After speaking, Jiang Chen stepped onto the Water Dragon, which slowly descended into the water. Just as the Water Dragon disappeared beneath the surface, everyone was puzzled when suddenly the water began to churn violently. A column of water shot up directly from beneath Yan Xiaotian's feet.
Yan Xiaotian reacted quickly and leaped towards a nearby patch of reeds as the Water Dragon roared after him. The massive body of the Water Dragon tore through the reeds like steel.
"Kid, your abilities are beyond my expectations; you must be someone significant. Why not sit down and we can talk?" Seeing how formidable the Water Dragon was, Yan Xiaotian felt both fear and astonishment.
"I've already given you a chance; once it's missed, there won't be another," Jiang Chen said calmly while standing on the water's surface.
"Are you really going to completely tear our relationship apart?" Yan Xiaotian shouted angrily. He had lowered himself to seek peace, yet Jiang Chen remained unyielding.
"In my eyes, you're no different from these reeds. If I wanted to kill you, it would be as easy as snapping a reed in half. So do you think tearing our relationship apart would have any impact on me?" Jiang Chen said with a playful smile.
Hearing Jiang Chen compare himself to a reed made Yan Xiaotian feel that his dignity had been thoroughly trampled upon. It was clear that Jiang Chen was determined to kill him. His anger ignited; for someone of his status to be ignored even when he sought reconciliation was intolerable.
Rage burned fiercely within Yan Xiaotian; it had been decades since he felt such fury. Yet he also understood that Jiang Chen's strength was unfathomable; even if he went all out, he might still not be able to win.
Gritting his teeth with a fierce look in his eyes, he took out a small ball from his possession. This ball was about the size of an egg and white in color. Yan Xiaotian infused Inner Energy into it until it exploded in his hand, releasing a cloud of mist that spread through the air.
Upon closer inspection, one could see that this mist was actually silk—extremely fine silk drifting through the air in countless strands. As Yan Xiaotian's aura surged like waves, his Inner Energy poured forth and adhered to the silk threads.
These silks are no ordinary silks; they are the ancestral treasure of Yan Xiaotian, known as the Heavenly Silkworm's Thousand Resilient Threads. The Heavenly Silkworm's Thousand Resilient Threads are crafted from the silk of the Tianshan Ice Silkworm, a rare creature whose silk is incredibly tough. The Tianshan Ice Silkworm is nearly extinct, and even if one were to find it, the secret method to forge the Heavenly Silkworm's Thousand Resilient Threads has been lost to time. Thus, the Heavenly Silkworm's Thousand Resilient Threads in Yan Xiaotian's possession are considered priceless and one of a kind.
In the Huaxia Martial Arts World, the Heavenly Silkworm's Thousand Resilient Threads once stirred up a storm of bloodshed, claiming countless Martial Artists' lives. Its threads are extremely fine, resilient, sharper than blades, and almost transparent. Mastering its use is fraught with difficulties; if misused, one might end up losing their life instead of defeating their enemy. Yan Xiaotian himself refrained from using it during his time in Huaxia until he traveled to the United States, where he dedicated years to understanding it before gradually mastering its application.
Among weapons, soft weapons are the hardest to learn, let alone something as delicate as the Heavenly Silkworm's Thousand Resilient Threads. However, once mastered, its lethality would be terrifying.
"What is this?" Jiang Chen asked curiously as he waved his hand to stop the Water Dragon.
With Jiang Chen's keen eye, he immediately recognized the extraordinary nature of the Heavenly Silkworm's Thousand Resilient Threads and found himself quite interested in such a treasure.
"Hmph, this is the Heavenly Silkworm's Thousand Resilient Threads. Once upon a time, it was the deadliest weapon in Huaxia Martial Arts. Unfortunately, for hundreds of years, no one has been able to use it to kill. Do you know why?" Yan Xiaotian sneered.
"It truly deserves to be called a great weapon. The reason no one has used it to kill is that no one can master it. With its myriad threads, I doubt even an average Divine Realm expert could handle it," Jiang Chen replied.
Jiang Chen was growing increasingly intrigued by Earth. Initially thinking there was nothing of value there, he was pleasantly surprised by the repeated discoveries of remarkable items like the Heavenly Silkworm's Thousand Resilient Threads.
"It seems you have some insight. I possess ten strands of the Heavenly Silkworm's Thousand Resilient Threads, each a hundred meters long. It can bind Kunpeng in the sky and entrap dragons in the sea. Before it, no matter how powerful you are, you will only meet your doom," Yan Xiaotian declared loudly, his tone brimming with arrogance.
Many onlookers were baffled; only the older generation of Martial Artists had heard of the Heavenly Silkworm's Thousand Resilient Threads. It had not appeared for hundreds of years and had become legend; now it had resurfaced unexpectedly.
Legend has it that if someone could master the Heavenly Silkworm's Thousand Resilient Threads, bloodshed would once again sweep through the martial world. To this day, no method exists to counteract its power.
Hearing Yan Xiaotian’s boastful words, Jiang Chen smiled slightly and said, "I wouldn't be so sure about that. At your age, you should be careful not to play with fire; dying by your own weapon would make you a laughingstock."
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