Chapter 286: Clashing with the Sǎnxiān

The Sǎnxiān who just returned home wants to challenge Qin Yang.

This news spread throughout Mount Shu, and the whole Mount Shu trembled.

At the same time, Qin Yang and Zi Yan are already fiancés; when this news got out, countless male disciples' hearts were broken.

Zi Yan is the goddess in the hearts of many male disciples.

The goddess having a fiancé is, to them, simply a huge blow.

However, after learning that person is Qin Yang, they also have no other thoughts.

Zhǔyào shì, Qin Yang is stunning enough.

Even if they wanted to find fault, they couldn't say anything.

The other party's strength is right there.

If Zi Yan doesn't take a liking to Qin Yang, could it be that she would fall for these men who are at most Nascent Soul or even less than Nascent Soul?

"I can't wait to see Qin Yang be violently beaten by Sǎnxiān Ning Qi; that would also let me vent the anger in my chest."

A Shu Shan disciple said.

"Not necessarily; although Sǎnxiān Ning Qi is formidable, he may not be able to defeat Qin Yang. Don't forget, since Qin Yang established his prestige, up to now he has had no defeats."

"He may be formidable, but he's at most equivalent to the Great Perfection stage; even if he's late Great Perfection, he's still somewhat weaker than a Sǎnxiān. Moreover, Sǎnxiān Ning Qi has two immortal swords, which an ordinary Xiūshì cannot handle."

"Qin Yang may not lack trump cards; don't forget who his master is—that's none other than the invincible Baiyun!"

"That's not necessarily true; even if Baiyun is extremely powerful, he probably couldn't overwhelm a Sǎnxiān."

"Who knows? Anyway, after they fight a while, we'll find out."

"That's right; let's hurry over—this is a genuine battle between top-tier experts, which will benefit our future cultivation."

A group of Shu Shan disciples hurried toward the arena, feeling excited.

A battle between Sǎnxiān-level experts is not something you can just casually see.

Moreover, some disciples who know the inside story are very clear: the outcome of this battle will determine who becomes the sect leader of Mount Shu.

"Be careful; if you're not his match, just surrender outright—my father will guarantee your safety." Zi Yan urged Qin Yang.

Qin Yang smiled faintly and said, 'Since I dare to act, I have full confidence of victory; he's merely a defeated subordinate—before me he can't stir up any waves.'

Seeing Qin Yang so confident, Zi Yan felt somewhat relieved.

At this moment, Ning Qi, somewhat impatient, stepped onto the arena. He stared at Qin Yang with a sneer all over his face.

Qin Yang, you still have time to admit defeat; this is a matter of our Mount Shu—don't involve yourself for others' sake.

Qin Yang smiled faintly: 'You're afraid.'

Ning Qi laughed loudly, saying disdainfully, 'I kindly remind you; if you don't appreciate it and I end up killing you later, don't blame me for being ruthless.'

Qin Yang snorted, his expression disdainful.

Who will be defeated later is still uncertain; you still want to kill me—forget how you fled in disgrace last time?

Ning Qi's face darkened; when Qin Yang brought up the previous incident again, his expression turned grim.

The last time and this time are different; after parting for three days, one should look at the other with new eyes—now I can kill you as easily as slaughtering pigs and dogs.

The two faced off; Qin Yang stepped onto the arena, hands behind his back, and said lightly, 'Stop the nonsense—make your move.'

Ning Qi's face sank; he sneered, 'You don't know what's good for you.'

Without any hesitation, Ning Qi struck.

An immortal sword appeared, its blade radiant and dazzling, fierce sword qi surging along its edge; a terrifying aura locked onto Qin Yang, everyone could feel that once this strike is unleashed it will be utterly devastating, possessing the momentum to destroy everything.

Even Zi Changsheng felt some worry; as a Great Perfection expert, he knows all too well how strong a Sǎnxiān's power is.

Now he is somewhat worried, fearing that Qin Yang might be killed by Ning Qi.

Everyone could sense Ning Qi's killing intent, knowing this battle will inevitably be a matter of life and death.

Zi Changsheng made preparations; if Qin Yang is defeated, he will certainly step forward immediately to rescue him.

The Second Elder's gaze fell upon Zi Changsheng; he snorted coldly, and although he said nothing, Zi Changsheng understood his meaning.

Once Zi Changsheng dares to act, the Second Elder will surely intervene to stop him.

Realizing this, Shi Zi Changsheng felt his heart tighten again.

Father, rest assured, Qin Yang will surely be fine.

Zi Yan said.

At this moment, the sword light was about to fall upon Qin Yang.

Qin Yang's hand flashed with light, a changdao appeared; he held the changdao and gave a soft shout.

Break the mountain.

A brilliant blade radiance appeared, contending with the sword light.

The blade and sword collided, and both stepped back simultaneously.

Ning Qi's pupils contracted; he gazed at Qin Yang with Hàirán, who actually blocked his attack.

This left him somewhat incredulous—what level of treasure is that changdao, that it can actually contend with an immortal sword?

Is this Qin Yang's trump card? Realizing this, Ning Qi no longer dared to be the slightest bit careless.

Although the opponent is not a Sǎnxiān, he is absolutely a formidable foe.

Ning Qi sneered, 'Qin Yang, this is just the beginning; you could never be my opponent.'

Qin Yang snorted, his expression disdainful: 'Are you running out of confidence, hence all this talk? If you surrender now, I might consider not killing you.'

Hehe.

Ning Qi sneered, 'Qin Yang, you're overestimating yourself.'

As he spoke, the immortal sword descended once more.

This sword was even more radiant and fierce than before, as if it wanted to cleave the entire heaven and earth.

Countless sword lights fell upon Qin Yang, surrounding him on all sides; the whole heaven and earth seemed to launch an attack at him.

This sword has already drawn upon the power of heaven and earth.

Qin Yang showed no fear; his second move had already been unleashed.

"Covering the Sea."

Countless blade lights burst from Qin Yang's body, submerging Ning Qi.

Ning Qi's expression shifted slightly; the immortal spirit energy within him surged, activating his immortal sword, which rang out, forming a wall of swords before him.

He intended to defend, to block this strike.

Seeing this, Qin Yang smiled; as a sword cultivator, defense is a measure used only in one's weakest moment.

Sword cultivators advance without retreat; their offense is their best defense.

But at this moment his fortune had declined, losing the essence of a sword cultivator.

This battle, he is destined to lose.

Zi Changsheng saw this and also smiled; he had it figured out.

The Second Elder's expression grew grim; he also sensed some signs, knowing it was not good.

Ning Qi, this good-for-nothing, is actually going to lose; had I known earlier, I shouldn't have placed my bet on him.

The Second Elder harbored a heavy feeling in his heart, saying nothing, merely staring at the battle before him.

He felt there might still be a chance, after all Ning Qi is, no matter how you say it, still a Sǎnxiān, and should have a chance to defeat Qin Yang and turn defeat into victory.