Chapter 294: 294. Chapter 291: A Battle with Wu Zhanxia

294. Chapter 291: A Battle with Wu Zhanxia

He was certain this gray-robed man was Wu Zhanxia.

Wu Zhanxia was undoubtedly a genius, but unfortunately he had met Ding Huan.

"Ding Huan, this man is too strong—we may all die here today. When the time comes, I, Shan Beishu, and Xu Youshan and Fu Qijian will hold him off; you find a way to escape."

Shan Beishu transmitted the message to Ding Huan at his fastest speed.

Ding Huan wondered: why should he be the one to escape?

Shan Beishu clearly understood Ding Huan's confusion and spoke again:

"Only you have a chance to come back and kill him after you leave—we're all capped in our potential."

Ding Huan did not transmit a message; he simply said calmly: "He isn't as strong as you think."

Shan Beishu frowned and transmitted urgently: "This must be Wu Zhanxia—he's definitely crossed the Immortal-Fanqiao realm."

"Will you surrender yourselves, or shall I take you?" Wu Zhanxia's tone was cold.

Fu Qijian roared: "There is no Fu Qijian who surrenders—only a Fu Qijian who dies fighting."

Ding Huan waved his hand: "Qijian, this guy is putting on an act—he's not actually strong. But I can't deny he's a cultivation genius."

Ding Huan said this because he had discerned the truth from Chen Xiaomei's defeat against Shan Beishu's punch.

If he wasn't mistaken, the space where this so-called Dao Path Zone lay was a Dao Rhythm Array set up by Wu Zhanxia using his own Dao Rhythm.

This guy isn't qualified to set up a Dao Principle Array—if he were, it wouldn't be a Dao Rhythm Array. Perhaps he, like me, doesn't even know what a Principle is.

Wu Zhanxia clearly knew he couldn't cross the Immortal-Fanqiao on the Third Heaven Star Continent, so he exhausted every possible method—and finally came up with this one.

That was to find a place, use an array to simulate the Dao Rhythm of the Immortal-Fanqiao realm he had deduced.

This spot at the bottom of the Four-Heavy Strait Valley was where Wu Zhanxia simulated the Immortal-Fanqiao Dao Rhythm.

Wu Zhanxia likely hoped to use this simulated Dao Rhythm to find the true Immortal-Fanqiao Dao Principle, then comprehend its Dao Rhythm and leap into the Immortal-Fanqiao realm all at once.

Or perhaps he hoped this simulated Immortal-Fanqiao realm would attract the chance of ascension.

But he certainly didn't succeed—if he had, he wouldn't still be here.

That's why Shan Beishu and the others felt the presence of Immortal-Fanqiao Dao Rhythm the moment they entered.

And they yearned to stay here to comprehend the Immortal-Fanqiao realm.

Presumably, everyone else who remained here also stayed because of this Immortal-Fanqiao Dao Rhythm's aura, unwilling to leave.

If he weren't here, Shan Beishu and the others would be completely at Wu Zhanxia's mercy—how could they resist within his Dao Rhythm Array?

In other words, this is Wu Zhanxia's territory.

But he was different—he cultivated the Great Cosmos Art and had just ascended to the Star Domain realm.

As soon as he extended his Star Domain, within his own domain space, Wu Zhanxia's simulated false Immortal-Fanqiao Dao Rhythm would be worthless.

This had nothing to do with cultivation level—it was about the height of Dao comprehension.

Of course, without Shan Beishu and the others, even if he didn't care about Wu Zhanxia's simulated Immortal-Fanqiao Dao Rhythm space, he still couldn't defeat Wu Zhanxia.

With Shan Beishu and the others here, as long as Shan Beishu stayed within his domain, he had nothing to fear from Wu Zhanxia.

Because Wu Zhanxia's Dao Rhythm Array couldn't affect Shan Beishu.

"Who are you?" Wu Zhanxia's gaze settled on Ding Huan.

Ding Huan said calmly: "Who I am doesn't matter—we won't ever be friends. We're here for only one thing: bring out Friend Ji Xuwén."

"Hahahaha…" Wu Zhanxia laughed loudly, yet there wasn't a trace of amusement in his eyes.

"Then let me test your skills—see if they're as arrogant as your words." Wu Zhanxia's killing intent surged.

Before he could move, Ding Huan spoke again:

"Wu Zhanxia, I advise you not to strike—your tricks are useless to me. Besides, your tricks only make you look impressive to yourself; everyone else… heh, they're nothing."

Wu Zhanxia's simulated Immortal-Fanqiao Dao Rhythm space made Earth Immortal cultivators feel as if higher-level Heavenly Dao Rhythms were present.

It gave them the illusion that here, they could cross the Immortal-Fanqiao, advance their cultivation, and gain Immortal fortune.

In truth, this Dao Rhythm's aura was merely simulated by Wu Zhanxia's own Dao—or rather, fabricated by him.

It only benefited Wu Zhanxia in battle; it was useless to others.

Still, the fact that Wu Zhanxia could construct such a space was extraordinary—at least Ding Huan couldn't do it yet.

His array skills weren't sufficient to manifest his Dao art.

Thinking of this, Ding Huan suddenly recalled the imitation Life Disk.

Could Wu Zhanxia have used some treasure to construct this simulated Immortal-Fanqiao Dao Rhythm space?

Otherwise, he couldn't have achieved this.

This wasn't arrogance—he trusted his cultivation knowledge and understanding of Dao far surpassed Wu Zhanxia's by countless universes.

The more Ding Huan thought, the more certain he became—this guy was truly wealthy.

He had not only the imitation Life Disk, but also a treasure capable of simulating Immortal-Fanqiao Dao Rhythm.

Wu Zhanxia's heart skipped—he felt even stronger killing intent toward Ding Huan.

He suspected Ding Huan had seen through his trick.

This boy must not be left alive—he must be killed.

If the other side exposed this place, no one here could possibly stay.

His space required cultivators of various Dao paths to train here.

The more Dao Rhythms gathered here, the more perfected his Immortal-Common space would become—until one day, he could use this place to ascend to the true Immortal World.

If this place were left with only him, the Immortal-Fanqiao space would be meaningless.

Realizing this, Wu Zhanxia said nothing—he seized the Imitation Immortal Pestle, and a torrent of killing aura surged.

The next instant, this entire space became entirely under Wu Zhanxia's control.

Figures rushed in from afar, and in an instant, dozens more gathered here.

These people clustered at the periphery, watching the battle, feeling that Wu Zhanxia needed only to reach out a hand to seize Ding Huan, leaving him no escape.

No one doubted this—Wu Zhanxia's strength here was like that of a god.

Shan Beishu was about to act, but Ding Huan waved his hand:

"Qi Jian, you've just crossed into the Earth Immortal realm—why not test whether Wu Valley Lord's power matches his boasts?"

"Ding Huan, let me go…" Shan Beishu cried out in alarm.

He wasn't even Wu Zhanxia's match; Fu Qi Jian had only just entered the Earth Immortal realm—he was utterly inadequate before Wu Zhanxia.

"Hah! I, Fu Qi Jian, refuse to believe Wu Zhanxia has three heads and six arms."

Fu Qi Jian didn't wait for Shan Beishu to act—he stepped forward, and the Da Xu Sword likewise summoned a sea of swords.

Ding Huan nodded inwardly; he had seen Fu Qi Jian's Furious Wind Jianhe before.

But what Fu Qi Jian now unleashed was clearly not the Furious Wind Jianhe—it was a far more majestic sword technique, as if a calm sea was about to be swallowed by a violent tsunami.

Sword patterns formed upon this sword-sea, then rolled outward in waves.

Wu Zhanxia sneered, and his Immortal Mallet stirred a vast range of Dao-vein mountains, crushing down upon Fu Qi Jian like a sky-covering deluge.

Far away, Shan Beishu's eyes narrowed—if he faced Wu Zhanxia's terrifying assault, he could only retreat again.

But Fu Qi Jian showed no intention to retreat; not only did he not retreat, the sword-sea beneath his Da Xu Sword began to rage, and in an instant, boundless sword intent surged wildly.

These sword intents seemed to transform into waves of sword-tides, like a tsunami on the verge of eruption.

Wu Zhanxia's eyes turned icy—he now confirmed that Ding Huan knew his Immortal-Fool Bridge space was simulated, and that Ding Huan could move freely within it without hindrance.

The only explanation was that Ding Huan's Dao was extraordinary; if he could bind Ding Huan within his Immortal-Fool Bridge space for cultivation, it would be crucial to perfecting his Immortal-Fool Bridge space.

As Wu Zhanxia's Immortal Mallet's mountain range of Dao-veins neared collision with Fu Qi Jian's sword-tide tsunami, a violent vortex of killing intent surged into Wu Zhanxia's spiritual domain.

"Crack!" Cracks appeared across Wu Zhanxia's spiritual domain.

Wu Zhanxia was stunned—on his own ground, within his simulated Immortal-Fool Bridge Dao-vein space, the opponent had just used a spiritual-narrative technique to sneak-attack his domain.

This was outright defiance of heaven.

Compared to this, the fact that the opponent rendered Fu Qi Jian's technique and Dao-vein unaffected was trivial.

Boom! Wu Zhanxia's mountain range of Dao-veins finally collided with Fu Qi Jian's sword-tide tsunami.

Fu Qi Jian, thrilled, realized Wu Zhanxia was not as powerful as he had imagined.

Wu Zhanxia's Immortal Mallet's Dao-vein mountains carried less than one-tenth of their full might, and Fu Qi Jian's first sword-tide had already pierced into Wu Zhanxia's domain.

Violent sword intent swept over him; Wu Zhanxia felt his five viscera and six bowels tearing apart—a rush of blood surged to his throat, which he forcibly swallowed.

The Immortal Mallet transformed into a curtain of mallets.

Wu Zhanxia used this curtain of mallets to descend.

Yet that curtain of mallets weakened Fu Qi Jian's follow-up sword-tide tsunami, until it vanished entirely.

Fu Qi Jian's confidence surged—he was about to press the advantage, but Ding Huan called out to him:

"Qi Jian, stop. He won't fight you again."

Ding Huan knew that in raw power, Fu Qi Jian was still no match for Wu Zhanxia.

Of all those who had escaped his Yellow Flower Kill unscathed, even without spilling a drop of blood, only Wu Zhanxia had done so.

His Yellow Flower Kill had stolen one strike against Wu Zhanxia; a second would likely fail.

But if it came to a real fight, he wasn't afraid—he still had his Drum Kill technique unused.

"Understood." Fu Qi Jian sheathed his sword and stood beside Ding Huan.

At this moment, he deeply thanked Ding Huan—he now understood why Ding Huan had not sent Shan Beishu forward, but had sent him instead.

When Wu Zhanxia had blasted Shan Beishu away with a single hand seal, his confidence had been shattered.

He had only just entered the Earth Immortal realm; his realm was unstable, and as a swordsman, he needed unwavering momentum.

Ding Huan feared his sword Dao would be damaged, so he had sent him forward to restore his sword confidence.