Chapter 747
Just who on earth is he?!!
Nangong Zhantian was drenched in sweat, feeling as if his very mind were about to explode.
That indescribable, immense terror was the first he had ever encountered in his life.
Even before meeting the man, he had secretly guessed at the other's strength in his heart, but at most he had limited it to the Primordial Spirit realm — he had never imagined anything above the Primordial Spirit!
But now, though they had not exchanged blows, from a single glance alone he could feel the other's overwhelming power, could glimpse a mere corner of the iceberg that was the other.
Once that level of force erupted, it would be enough in an instant to wipe him out of existence!
At this moment, Nangong Zhantian did not doubt in the slightest that before this Jiang Daoxuan, he might not even last a single move.
Damn it! Such a monster — is he really not a Heavenly Being or a Saint?
Nangong Zhantian's heart turned bitter.
He had thought that after secluding himself for over two thousand years, with his Myriad Manifestations realm ninth-layer cultivation base, his Saint bloodline, the Eight Wastes Sword, and the Void-Phasing Art, he would surely become the foremost of Great Qin — nay, roam unchallenged across the cultivation world of the Nine Nations!
But who could have expected that the very first time he stepped out of Changfeng Mountain, he would already be defeated at the hands of a young man.
And later he would run into a freak like Jiang Daoxuan, the gap between their strengths like heaven and earth, utterly not on the same level!
Blow after blow of devastating setbacks plunged Nangong Zhantian straight into a state of questioning his entire life.
Only now did he realize just how naive his earlier thoughts had been, just how absurdly wrong he had been!
On the other side.
Seeing his uncle arrive, Jiang Chen hurriedly saluted: "Greetings, Clan Leader, my lord!"
Seeing so many people still watching around him, nothing at all like a private setting.
So he did not directly address him as uncle, but added the honorific instead.
As Jiang Chen's voice fell.
All the Jiang clan members present also revealed fanatical expressions, dropping to one knee in turn, thereby expressing the respect in their hearts for the Clan Leader, my lord:
"Greetings, Clan Leader, my lord!"
"Greetings, Clan Leader, my lord!"
"Greetings, Clan Leader, my lord!"
Voices rose one after another, echoing again and again throughout all of Cangwu Mountain.
Jiang Daoxuan gave a slight nod.
Then he raised his hand and waved.
Whoosh—
A burst of incomparably fierce, invisible force swiftly spread outward, instantly helping everyone back to their feet.
Immediately after, Jiang Daoxuan turned his head to look beside Nangong Zhantian.
Amid the devastated scene, a red ancient sword was thrust into a pile of rubble.
Although he had not appeared earlier, for the safety of Jiang Chen and the clan members, he had still been using his Grand Yin spiritual sense to shroud all of Cangwu Mountain, secretly observing from the shadows — if anything seemed amiss, he would step in himself to stop it.
Hence he knew that the ancient sword before him was a genuine Saint-grade weapon.
Thinking of this, Jiang Daoxuan's mind stirred, and the Eight Wastes Sword swiftly flew out from the pile of broken stones, hovering in midair.
He did not spare Nangong Zhantian so much as a glance, nor did he ask the other's opinion.
He merely manipulated the Eight Wastes Sword, sending it to hover before Jiang Chen.
Under the other's stunned gaze.
Jiang Daoxuan transmitted his voice via spiritual sense: "The Chengying Sword is ultimately only a top-grade Heaven-tier weapon. Now that your cultivation base has advanced, using this sword any longer will prove somewhat lacking in effect. This sword here, on the other hand, reaches lower-grade Saint-tier, and barely qualifies to be of use to you. Make do with it for now."
"It just so happens that the man was defeated by you — accept this Saint-grade weapon, take it as spoils of war. No need to refuse in haste......."
End of Chapter
