Chapter 1209: Huang Yan's Defeat, the Gap Is Enormous

Huang Wuji was full of confidence in Huang Yan; he knew his grandson's strength, would not undertake anything without certainty, nor would he be weaker than any contemporary; earlier Huang Yan had shortcomings and might lose, but now Huang Yan could be said to be flawless—the Flame Yang Bone had merged into his body, his physique had been reshaped, he had cultivated Qinglong Daoren's Great Refining Life and Death Method, after merging his body with two Spiritual Artifacts and the Flame Yang Bone, all aspects had reached the peak of his contemporaries.

He did not think his grandson would lose to Chen Qinglian; even if there was a one-level gap in cultivation, Huang Yan still had victory assured—this was his confidence in his grandson, and also his confidence in the Huang family bloodline.

The Flame Yang Bone is not an ordinary bone; it is a top-tier talent from Tianwai, not inferior to many special physiques, and if properly developed, it can be even stronger than many special physiques.

How could he possibly lose to Chen Qinglian?

The main reason is that he saw Chen Qinglian as quite ordinary, not someone with a special physique, just a common talent, not worth his attention.

Qinglong Daoren chuckled: 'Daoist friend Huang Wuji, I fear you will be disappointed; my son is not simple.'

'Even as his father, I dare not say that at the same level I could defeat him; for Huang Yan, it would be very difficult to defeat him.'

Chen Qinglian's physique is the Green Lotus Sword Physique; these years he has cultivated the sword way, honed in slaughter and death, his strength is not weak, and he has gradually developed the Green Lotus Sword Physique, so thereafter no need for Chen Chuyang to intervene.

Qinglong Daoren naturally knows his son's strength; he has personally guided these two sons in their true forms, their strength can fight above their level; within the True Person Realm, they will not lose to anyone, let alone Huang Yan whose cultivation is one level lower than theirs—how could he lose?

'Not necessarily, Daoist friend Qinglong; you favor your son, I favor my grandson—let's wait and see.' Huang Wuji did not accept Qinglong Daoren's words; for other matters he might accept them and give him face.

But on this matter he cannot retreat; it concerns the dignity of his Huang family and also his grandson's confidence; he cannot yield.

Qinglong Daoren smiled slightly: 'It seems Daoist friend Huang Wuji thinks highly of Yan'er; then let's wait and see.'

Huang Yan drew his blade, staring at Chen Qinglian before him; the immense pressure made sweat bead on his forehead; even before moving, they already felt the pressure transmitted from the opponent—an invisible sword qi, continually emanating, continually pressing him.

That sword qi was terrifying, sharp sword qi heading straight for the soul; Huang Yan felt solemn inside and said: 'No wonder he is his master's son—this strength is truly not simple; such sword qi, among peers, no one can surpass him.'

'Are you a swordsman? Perfect—let's see whose technique is fiercer, my saber method or your sword method.'

Huang Yan gripped the Flame Yang Saber; although it had merged with his body, it could still be used.

'Chen Qinglian, you'd better be careful—my saber technique is very strong; if you cannot withstand it, remember to call out.' Huang Yan warned him.

His figure swiftly dissipated, leaving only a red silhouette.

'Flame Yang Saber Technique,' Flame Yang Saber.

The Flame Yang Staff is good, but unsuitable for him; or rather, after merging with the Flame Yang Saber, he gained a new insight, his understanding of the Flame Yang Saber Technique deepened, making the saber technique more natural to wield.

The Flame Yang Staff had not yet merged with himself; the Great Refining Life and Death Method could indeed merge the Flame Yang Staff, but Huang Yan was not in a hurry, waiting for a suitable moment to begin the fusion, as the pain brought by fusion is not easily endured.

After a deeper understanding of the Great Refining Life and Death Method, he also gained new insights into saber technique and the Flame Yang Saber.

Any weapon that merges with his body can be reused by him, as if it were one.

'Bang.'

The Flame Yang Saber blocked and deflected; his strike was detected.

Chen Qinglian raised his sword, steadily blocking his strike; the flames emanating from the Flame Yang Saber were also shaken apart, unable to harm Chen Qinglian, let alone approach him.

'What!' Huang Yan exclaimed in shock, never expecting his full-force strike to be blocked.

This was still him using the Flame Yang Saber Technique; the advanced Flame Yang Saber Technique was many times stronger than before.

The power cannot be spoken of in the same terms.

'Just one strike; I still have a second strike.'

'Flame Yang Saber Technique, second strike.'

'Flame Yang Saber Technique, third strike.'

Then came the fourth strike, the fifth strike; each strike's power increased step by step, each time doubling.

After the fifth strike, the power had increased more than fivefold.

Such an increase was terrifying; the scorching energy affected the surroundings; Qinglong Daoren waved his hand, sealing the area so that their battle fluctuations would not disturb the growth of spiritual herbs, nor would their erupting energy destroy the surroundings.

Chen Qinglian consecutively blocked Huang Yan's saber techniques; none of his moves had any effect.

All were blocked, and it appeared effortless.

'Bang bang bang.'

No matter how many attacks, they were seen through, and even the next step was seen through.

Huang Yan felt depressed and somewhat dazed; using various divine abilities, he could not overcome Chen Qinglian.

In contrast, Chen Qinglian's demeanor was very relaxed and very comfortable.

'Is that all?' Chen Qinglian said flatly.

That posture, that attitude, really made people angry.

'Hmph, not over yet.' Huang Yan leapt up, infusing his true qi into the Flame Yang Saber; the Flame Yang Saber Technique was exerted to its maximum, countless flames burst forth, like a miniature sun, the emitted energy could melt everything.

Chen Qinglian raised his head, gave a slight smile: 'This is interesting.'

'Green Lotus Sword Technique.'

'Green Lotus.'

The sword blade pointed to the sky; sword qi, from point to surface, began to spread from the center of the sun.

Sword qi erupted, the sun dispersed, and Huang Yan's body was flung backward.

He fell heavily to the ground; the Flame Yang Saber also landed far away; Huang Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, incredulously gazing at Chen Qinglian.

One move, just one move—he was defeated.

'How could this be?' Huang Yan stared in disbelief at the scene; their strength differed by only one level, Huang Yan had not failed to kill strong ones several levels above him, but facing Chen Qinglian he realized he was nothing.

'Pfft.' Blood spurted out; Huang Yan stared in terror at Chen Qinglian.

Chen Qinglian said lightly: 'Nothing is impossible; your saber technique is not bad, but unfortunately there are too many flaws.'

'Your divine abilities are also not bad, but flashy and insubstantial, lacking true killing intent.'

In one sentence, you are far behind.

Chen Qinglian sheathed his sword, not wishing to fight further; he had won this battle.

The opponent's strength was too weak, so he could not muster any interest.

'I...' Huang Yan felt his chest blocked, unable to breathe.

He had never felt so uncomfortable, so stifled.

Can't beat them, can't out-argue them, and still have to be educated by my master's son.

He... really wants to leave this place.