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Chapter One Hundred and One: Sudden Change
In the Third Offering Camp, a pale-faced man with a shadowy gaze revealed a sinister smile as he observed Zhao Yang's formidable Combat Power, his face still radiating confidence. In front of tens of thousands of disciples, he spread his arms wide and soared towards Zhao Yang like a bat taking flight, launching an immediate attack accompanied by piercing beastly cries. His moves were incredibly fierce, targeting Zhao Yang's vital points.
Zhao Yang leaped back, only to realize that this man's techniques were extraordinarily peculiar. With his Divine Sense, he could sense countless specks of stardust darting around the arena, several streaks of light relentlessly pursuing him, leaving him no chance to catch his breath.
This was just the beginning!
Zhao Yang evaded the man's onslaught like a nimble monkey, then discreetly channeled True Qi through his fingers to unleash several gusts of wind using the Void Blade technique. The man skillfully dodged Zhao Yang's attacks, cackling with a strange laugh.
Furrowing his brow, Zhao Yang transmitted a message to Long Xiao Wu, asking, "Xiao Wu, what’s going on with this guy?"
From the sidelines, Long Xiao Wu replied, "His name is Qiu Boyu, a Grand Offering from Camp Three. He is at the eighth layer of Foundation Establishment Stage and specializes in the technique of Starlight Dust. He can constantly control the movements of his opponents with flowing stardust and employs Endless Transformations in his attacks, making it nearly impossible to defend against him. Every time I spar with him, I can feel his murderous intent; it’s as if he has a personal vendetta against me and wants me dead. If it weren't for my magical treasures, I would have likely fallen victim to him long ago."
Upon hearing Long Xiao Wu's words, Zhao Yang felt an intense hatred towards Qiu Boyu from Camp Three—not only because he sought to kill Long Xiao Wu but also due to his general discomfort with such malicious individuals. Furthermore, although he had never encountered Qiu Boyu's techniques before, the man's demeanor and aura reminded him of something: the Yin Corpse Needle.
When he first entered the sect, he had offended a group of people because of Li Yunshan. They had sent a Foundation Establishment expert from the Inner Courtyard to kill him but failed instead, resulting in the death of their employer by means of the insidious Yin Corpse Needle.
Qiu Boyu exuded a similarly chilling aura that sent shivers down Zhao Yang's spine.
As several nearly unavoidable streaks of light surged towards him, enveloped in a nauseating aura reminiscent of decaying flesh that seemed intent on burrowing into his skin, Zhao Yang felt his scalp tingle. He hurriedly dodged and leaped to the edge of the challenge platform.
"You are the one behind the Yin Corpse Needle!" Zhao Yang suddenly exclaimed.
A flicker of panic crossed Qiu Boyu's face before he quickly regained his composure. Rubbing his hands together, he summoned a black longsword from between his palms and cackled, "I don't know what you're talking about; my treasure is a Flying Sword."
Zhao Yang laughed heartily. "What a classic case of 'there's no silver here.' I was merely making an offhand comment; why are you so eager to prove otherwise?"
The crowd erupted in an uproar as some voiced their suspicions about Qiu Boyu, questioning whether he was indeed using the Yin Corpse Needle for dark practices. Fear and anger flickered in their eyes; they had heard tales of its notorious reputation for targeting Foundation Establishment Stage True Qi users—once infected with its corpse poison, survival was nearly impossible.
Qiu Boyu's expression shifted as he looked at Zhao Yang; two sharp fangs appeared in his mouth while his eyes glowed crimson. He thrust his longsword forward with force; it sliced through the air with a streak of black light. Zhao Yang flexed two fingers against his chest and declared loudly, "Rise!"
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!...
Dozens of iron swords suddenly appeared around him, gleaming with a chilling light, slowly encircling Zhao Yang. One sword in front clashed against Qiu Boyu's Black Sword with a loud "clang," leaving the onlookers gasping in astonishment.
"The Thousand Sword Technique! It's the most powerful sword control technique from the lost Sword Control Technique, the Ten Thousand Sword Technique!" someone shouted.
"Didn't they say he just started? How could he learn such an advanced cultivation sword technique?" another person questioned, bewildered.
The high-ranking officials in the Inner Courtyard were equally shocked; after all, even they did not know the Ten Thousand Sword Technique!
At that moment, the blind elder who had been silent finally spoke up: "Ten Thousand Sword Technique my foot! It's just that his True Qi is a bit more than average, allowing him to forcefully lift a few dozen iron swords!"
"What?!" The crowd gasped in disbelief. "No way!"
Ji Wudao showed no surprise at the elder's words; he had already seen through it.
Sure enough, on the challenge platform, Zhao Yang took a deep breath, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
"Damn it, isn't this how they control swords on TV? Why is it so exhausting? Even trying to pull off a stunt feels like it's going to expose me; it's so heavy!"
Zhao Yang felt as if he were carrying a mountain on his back, struggling to breathe. It seemed that controlling swords was not as simple as lifting them with True Qi. He had initially intended to create a grand spectacle when Qiu Boyu drew his long sword, thinking he would join in for an epic Flying Sword battle. He wanted to create a magnificent and shocking scene.
Originally, he intended to summon all the Flying Swords in the Offering Camp challenge arena, but after holding back for a while, he realized his True Qi was insufficient. Moreover, the Flying Swords that had recognized their master could not be controlled at all. Remembering the pile of iron swords he had snatched when he first entered the Inner Courtyard, he decided to summon them all. These dozens of iron swords weighed at least seven or eight hundred pounds collectively, and without any points of leverage, Zhao Yang was essentially lifting something equivalent to thirty or fifty thousand pounds.
However, upon hearing the crowd exclaim "Ten Thousand Sword Technique," Qiu Boyu was genuinely intimidated. He had never heard of anyone in their Sect being able to control so many swords at once. Although Myriad Spirit Sect was not a sword sect, he had heard of the Ten Thousand Sword Technique's reputation—controlling thousands of Flying Swords to battle an enemy single-handedly made one a true foe against thousands.
Could this young man before him also wield the Ten Thousand Sword Technique?
"Here we go!" Zhao Yang thought to himself as he could no longer bear it. He brought his index and middle fingers together and pointed at Qiu Boyu. Suddenly, dozens of iron swords began rotating around Zhao Yang in a clockwise direction before forming an intimidating line and charging toward Qiu Boyu.
Qiu Boyu looked at the situation and hesitated to engage. He quickly dodged to the side, feeling a surge of joy as he narrowly avoided the "Ten Thousand Sword Technique."
Then, behind Qiu Boyu, the sound of iron swords clattering to the ground echoed, accompanied by a chorus of curses from the onlookers. A pile of swords fell among the crowd, knocking several people over.
"I told you it was all show and no substance. How could it possibly be the Ten Thousand Sword Technique? Come on, those who lost, pay up!"
The crowd finally understood what was happening. They had initially regarded Zhao Yang with newfound respect, but now they scoffed derisively.
Zhao Yang smiled brightly, unfazed by their mockery. Qiu Boyu looked at Zhao Yang with disdain and sneered, "A waste is still a waste. No matter how many Spirit Qi Pills you consume to reach the Foundation Establishment Stage, you're still just a waste. Do you really think defeating two brute-force fools makes you a master?"
As Qiu Boyu spoke, Li Yunshan, who had been struggling near the Arena, was clearly affected by his words, murmuring to himself, "I am not a waste. I am not a waste."
Zhao Yang did not argue back; instead, he suddenly widened his eyes in terror and pointed behind Qiu Boyu. "Watch out! Flying Sword!"
Hearing this, Qiu Boyu instinctively lowered his head to look behind him, but there was nothing there. He realized too late that he had been tricked. By the time he heard the rush of wind beside him, it was already too late to react.
Bang!
Zhao Yang delivered a heavy punch to Qiu Boyu's head, causing him to crash to the ground, blood streaming from his seven orifices as he grimaced in pain. He let out a ghostly wail and swung his hand toward Zhao Yang's position but struck nothing but air.
"You little bastard! I'm going to kill you!"
Amidst his shrill cries, Qiu Boyu suddenly vanished from everyone's sight. Zhao Yang's Divine Sense spread out, and countless pieces of information flooded into his mind in an instant. He leaped into the air and kicked Qiu Boyu down from where he hovered above him. Then he dashed forward and pressed the fallen Qiu Boyu into the challenge platform, slamming his palm down onto Qiu Boyu's crown.
Qiu Boyu was filled with rage and fear as a terrifying blood-red True Qi shield erupted around him. Zhao Yang disregarded it entirely and aimed to crush it with sheer force.
"Whoosh!" "Swish!"
Two strange sounds rang out behind him. Without hesitation, Zhao Yang dodged aside as a black steel ball struck Qiu Boyu in the chest. To his shock, Qiu Boyu's protective True Qi shield failed to block it at all. Immediately after, an ethereal figure swept past and seized Qiu Boyu's soul. In an instant, Qiu Boyu's eyes went blank; his pupils darkened while veins on his face revealed streaks of black like ink stains.
A figure darted past the entrance of the Third Offering Camp, speeding away into the distance with a Yellow Banner in hand.
"Steel Ball, Yellow Banner, it's Li Xiang and Zhang He!" Zhao Yang, having narrowly escaped danger, recalled the Inner Courtyard Disciple who had fled from him two years ago. He looked at the gruesome sight of Qiu Boyu's lifeless body and thought to himself.
"Who dares to seek death?!" A voice thundered like a clap of thunder, startling everyone into covering their ears. Ji Wudao was furious; how dare someone commit murder right under his nose? "You dare to run before me?"
Ji Wudao leaped into the air, his fingers curling as he extended them. The fleeing figure, three hundred yards away, was suddenly pulled back as if caught in a raging storm, screaming in terror as he was brought before Ji Wudao. Strangely, this person was carrying another individual on his back!
It was Li Xiang, carrying the mutilated Zhang He who had lost his lower half!
"Tell me, why did you two try to harm Zhao Yang? Who instructed you?" Ji Wudao stood before them like a deity, coldly demanding answers.
"It’s—" "Shut up! Even if we tell you, we won't survive!" Li Xiang was about to speak when Zhang He interrupted him loudly.
Ji Wudao chuckled lightly. "Do you think not speaking will save you?" With a flick of his finger, Li He was sent flying six or seven yards away, meeting his end as Ji Wudao severed his life force.
Although Ji Wudao had a good temper, he was once a ruthless killer. He glanced at Li Xiang and said, "Now can you speak?"
Li Xiang looked over at Duan Wude in the distance, hesitating for a moment before saying, "Alright, I’ll talk!" Suddenly, the Yellow Banner in his hand began to tremble violently, emitting a strange humming sound. As he chanted incantations, the Yellow Banner expanded tenfold and enveloped him, soaring toward the challenge platform.
"Overestimating yourself," Ji Wudao said as he struck the Yellow Banner with a palm from afar. Unexpectedly, hundreds of vengeful spirits surged out from it and charged toward Ji Wudao as if they had been waiting for this moment.
Ji Wudao sighed; despite being more powerful than everyone present, dealing with such trouble required effort. He had no choice but to step back a few paces and summon a bronze mirror to capture those hundreds of souls within it.
However, what no one expected was that Li Xiang did not flee at this moment but instead turned to attack Zhao Yang, shouting fiercely: "You little beast, I will perish together with you!"
Zhao Yang looked up and forcefully crushed the Black Sword he had taken from Qiu Boyu. As it shattered, a cold gleam revealed a dark needle—the Yin Corpse Needle! Seeing Li Xiang charging at him without hesitation, he flicked his wrist and sent the Yin Corpse Needle flying.
Thud!
Li Xiang's eyes widened, his face darkening as he fell from the sky, landing at Zhao Yang's feet.
At this moment, Ji Wudao had also finished clearing the souls. He was staring into the distance, ready to strike again when Duan Wude moved! He transformed into a streak of light and flew toward the edge of the challenge arena.
"Leave one alive!" Ji Wudao shouted, but the crowd was puzzled.
A voice rang out from outside the challenge arena: "Second Elder!"
As Duan Wude turned back, he held up a severed head—it was Li Xiang's.
The crowd gasped in shock, unsure of what had just happened. Looking down at Zhao Yang's feet, they saw that Li Xiang had clearly turned into a scarecrow!
"Substitution Technique; it's an Evil Technique," someone explained.
Ji Wudao glared at Duan Wude, furious. "Did you not hear the Sect Master instruct you to leave one alive?!"
Duan Wude's eyes flashed with deep resentment, yet he spoke respectfully, "I was afraid this traitor would escape; after all, he slipped away right under your nose."
Ji Wudao snorted. "Well done, Duan Wude!"
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