Chapter 201: You’re Asking For It
The masked man stared at Chen Yin’s retreating figure, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.
Chen Yin’s presence had a calming effect on him, a sense of reassurance he couldn’t explain.
Chen Yin looked up at the massive face of the Wu Xuan Ancestor, the immense pressure of an Immortal Realm being bearing down on him like a crashing wave.
But,
“An Immortal, you say?”
His gaze was calm as he channeled his blue spiritual energy into the Eternal Light sword, the blade splitting into multiple shimmering images. A pure and ethereal aura emanated from the sword, its light as bright as day.
“You have no idea what the Immortal Realm truly means, boy!”
The Wu Xuan Ancestor sneered, his branches intertwining to form a massive hand that blotted out the sky, descending towards them with crushing force.
“Go reflect on your sins in hell!”
The Grand Witch and the masked man cried out in alarm as the suffocating pressure of the giant hand descended upon them.
But then, a brilliant sword light pierced through the darkness, like a meteor streaking across the sky, cleaving the giant hand in two, its powerful sword intent tearing through the very fabric of reality.
“—Second Sword,” Chen Yin’s voice rang out, cold and resolute.
The surrounding formation trembled, and the lava churned violently under the immense surge of spiritual energy.
The Grand Witch and the masked man could barely maintain their balance, shielding themselves from the powerful aftershocks.
As the dust settled, they looked up and saw Chen Yin standing there, his expression unchanged, his sword held casually in one hand.
The Wu Xuan Ancestor’s calm demeanor had vanished, replaced by a look of anger.
“Boy, where did you learn that sword technique?”
“I invented it myself. Believe it or not.” Chen Yin chuckled.
“A self-taught sword technique capable of challenging an Immortal?”
The Wu Xuan Ancestor scoffed. “Do you think I’m a fool?”
“Believe what you want. It’s none of my business.”
Chen Yin shrugged. “If you’re not convinced, we can continue. I don’t mind.”
“I suspect your swordsmanship is enhanced by a Heavenly Dao Fragment.”
The Wu Xuan Ancestor’s voice turned cold. “Let’s see how long it can protect you.”
Countless branches lashed out at Chen Yin.
He turned to the Grand Witch and the masked man, his voice low. “Stay back. I might not be able to protect you.”
Before the masked man could reply, Chen Yin had already turned and charged towards the Wu Xuan Ancestor, his sword a blur of motion.
The masked man watched him go, his lips moving silently.
The Wu Xuan Ancestor’s attacks were relentless and deadly, each strike carrying the terrifying pressure of an Immortal.
Chen Yin, like an ant before an elephant, seemed insignificant, yet his swordsmanship was as swift and graceful as a fleeting dream, each strike precisely deflecting the Ancestor’s attacks, finding the weaknesses in his seemingly impenetrable defenses.
Several times, as he narrowly dodged a deadly blow, the masked man almost cried out in alarm.
But Chen Yin would simply turn and smile at him reassuringly.
“Don’t worry.”
“I value my life.”
The masked man was stunned.
The Eternal Light sword in Chen Yin’s hand moved like a living thing, deflecting every attack, the Wu Xuan Ancestor’s powerful strikes unable to penetrate his defenses.
The Wu Xuan Ancestor was growing frustrated.
…How is this brat so resilient?
His swordsmanship, capable of rivaling an Immortal, was already unbelievable, and he was able to maintain it for so long.
He was just a peak Supreme Clarity Realm cultivator, a prodigy among his generation, but still far below an Immortal.
He, the Wu Xuan Ancestor, had been cultivating in this place for centuries. Even without ascending to the True Immortal Realm, his power was immense. He was confident he could even exchange a few blows with a newly ascended Immortal.
But this brat, with just a single sword, was making him look like a fool.
It was a disgrace. A pseudo-Immortal like him, unable to defeat a mere Supreme Clarity Realm cultivator.
Had his centuries of cultivation been for nothing?
“I don’t believe you can maintain this level of power for much longer!”
The Wu Xuan Ancestor was confident. Even with the help of a Heavenly Dao Fragment, a Chosen One couldn’t use such powerful techniques indefinitely.
He just had to wait him out.
But…
After a minute, Chen Yin was still effortlessly deflecting his attacks.
After five minutes, his expression remained calm and relaxed.
After ten minutes, he even had the time to turn around and greet the two behind him.
“Are you hungry? Want some char siu bao when we get back?”
The Wu Xuan Ancestor: “?”
You still have the energy to flirt with your women?! I’m fighting you here! Show some respect!
Enraged, the Wu Xuan Ancestor roared, his eyes blazing with fury.
“You insolent brat!”
“How dare you mock me!”
The lush green canopy of the tree suddenly began to wither, its leaves turning brown and falling to the ground, as if all its life force was being drained.
The old man’s face, once blurry and indistinct, became clearer, his features sharper, his aura more potent, his spiritual energy condensed and focused.
His eyes glowed with a cold light as he unleashed another attack, his hand transforming into a giant, spectral palm.
“Die!”
The giant palm descended, but Chen Yin’s eyes narrowed.
…The target wasn’t him.
It was the Grand Witch and the masked man behind him.
The moment the palm appeared, their Systems blared a warning: “Danger!”
Unlike Chen Yin, they felt the full force of the Immortal’s attack, the crushing pressure threatening to suffocate them.
“Damn it!”
The Grand Witch bit her lip and, without hesitation, ordered her System to protect her, no matter the cost.
The masked man, however, hesitated.
“What are you waiting for?! Run!” the System shrieked.
But he didn’t move.
He had a feeling that Chen Yin wouldn’t let him down.
And he was right.
Before the giant palm could reach them, a brilliant sword light pierced through the darkness.
A figure in flowing green robes stood before them, his presence a shield against the terrifying power.
As long as he was there…
…They were safe.
The lingering afterglow of the sword light illuminated Chen Yin’s face as he looked up at the Wu Xuan Ancestor, his gaze unwavering.
“I was planning on sparring with you for a while longer,”
“After all, opponents who can withstand my swordsmanship are hard to come by…”
“…But,”
“You’re asking for it.” His voice was as cold as ice, his gaze as indifferent as if he were looking at a dead man.
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