Chapter 1564: Sword Saint's Duel Challenge

This sword qi, magnificent and powerful, flew from afar, seemingly unrestrained by time, and abruptly appeared before the puppet.

The puppet's power, which had accumulated to its peak, vanished under this attack like a clay ox entering the sea, having no effect whatsoever.

"A master..."

Wang Ying's pupils constricted, and she quickly looked in the direction from which the sword qi came. Zheng Yang's spear also began to tremble, as if ready to strike at any moment.

To be able to block Wang Ying's Heavenly Human Puppet's attack with a single sword glow from an unknown distance, this level of strength was probably no less than Ren Qingyuan's, and perhaps even superior in terms of sword arts.

"It's the True Understanding of Speed!"

Zhang Xuan, who was in the process of recasting his meridians, nodded. "That should be the Zhang Clan Head, the father of the little genius, Sword Saint Xing!"

He had studied the opponent's sword technique and understood its profound principles. To be able to make a sword glow break through the shackles of time from such a long distance and appear before them with such precise control, probably only the Zhang Clan Head, the legendary Sword Saint Xing, could achieve it.

"This guy has been absent all this time. It's good he's finally here; I can see if he's as strong as the legends say!"

He smiled faintly.

When he visited the Zhang Clan, the acting Clan Head had never appeared. He had even scheduled a duel with him, but the Clan Head hadn't shown up. He hadn't expected to meet him here.

Since that's the case, he could test his skills and give the other party a lesson. He'd also make him understand that if he wanted his son to marry Luo Ruoxi, he would have to get past him first!

*Whoosh!*

Just as these thoughts finished in his mind, the space before them rippled, and two figures abruptly appeared—a man and a woman. They were none other than Sword Saints Xing and Meng, who had been searching everywhere for their "son."

These two had gone in another direction, but upon receiving a message from Master Yang, they immediately rushed over.

"Clan Head..."

Seeing them appear, Zhang Wuhen hastily flew over, his face flushed red.

"Grand Elder, what happened to you?"

Sword Saint Xing's eyes twitched.

Their Zhang Clan was known as the continent's foremost clan, and even the Master Teacher Pavilion would show them some respect. For their dignified Grand Elder to be beaten like this, resembling a pig's head, with absolutely no regard for their reputation—who on earth had done this?

"It was that Zhang Xuan... and his students!"

Zhang Wuhen pointed, his teeth clenched. "Clan Head, you must seek justice for me this time! Otherwise, where will the Zhang Clan's dignity be? If this isn't handled properly, we will become the laughingstock of the entire continent!"

"Zhang Xuan?"

Hearing his words, Sword Saint Meng quickly looked over. As she saw the young man look up, her delicate body involuntarily trembled.

"It must be him, there's no mistake..."

She quickly turned and sent a voice transmission.

As a mother, she had a special intuition. The young man she was seeing for the first time must have an extraordinary connection to her.

"Don't rush, now that we've seen him, it's simple..." Fearing she might lose her composure, Sword Saint Xing quickly gripped her hand.

Although he didn't know what had just happened, with so many Master Teacher Pavilion experts surrounding them and the Grand Elder beaten to such a state, this Zhang Xuan must possess astonishing power.

If he was their son, it would be fine, but if not, directly rushing over to claim kinship would be extremely awkward.

The Zhang Clan was already humiliated by this situation. If they made another mistake, they would truly be unable to recover.

"I can definitely recognize my son. Even if he's grown up, my blood still flows in his veins..."

Knowing her husband's concerns, Sword Saint Meng gritted her teeth.

"I understand how you feel. He's your son, and he's my son too. If you're excited, how could I not be? But the more crucial the moment, the calmer we must be. Didn't our child have a vermilion birthmark on his bottom? I'll find an excuse to inquire in a moment. Once confirmed, we can immediately acknowledge him!"

Gripping his wife's hand, Sword Saint Xing said.

Although their son was born a Saint, he was just an infant when he left. Even if the person before them was indeed him, with different soul auras, cultivation techniques, and growth paths, there would be no way to ascertain it. The only thing they could identify him by was the birthmark. As long as the person was alive, their physical body wouldn't change.

"Alright!"

Knowing his words made sense, Sword Saint Meng nodded.

"You're the Zhang Clan Head? You've arrived just in time. Junior Brother Yuan Tao injured your Grand Elder, and I haven't even had a chance to act yet. I wonder, do you dare to fight me?"

Seeing the Zhang Clan Head whispering as soon as he arrived, Zheng Yang raised an eyebrow and stepped forward.

"This is Zhang Xuan's student, the Combat Master Hall's Combat Master Prince, and the next Hall Master, Zheng Yang!"

Seeing that Sword Saint Xing didn't know him, Zhang Wuhen quickly explained.

"So it's Combat Master Prince Zheng Yang. I have long heard of your name. I just didn't expect you to be Master Zhang's student..."

He paused, then Sword Saint Xing cupped his fist.

"No need for all this nonsense. Just tell me if you'll fight or not... Your Zhang Clan insulted my teacher. That Grand Elder just now fled after being injured and hasn't apologized yet. If you don't want to fight, that's fine too. Just apologize, and we can call it quits for today!"

His spear was raised, emitting a wailing sound in the air, as Zheng Yang looked over with an arrogant expression.

Although the opponent was a master famous for many years, as a Combat Master Prince, he possessed an invincible will and feared no one, no matter who they were.

Today, he was here to seek justice for his teacher. He would beat the three major powers into submission, leaving anyone who came with nothing to say.

"It's not impossible to fight you, but..."

Sword Saint Xing smiled faintly. "Your teacher and I had arranged a duel, but it hasn't taken place yet. Since we've met, I'd like to resolve that matter first before fighting you. It won't be too late!"

"My teacher's body is noble; how can just anyone challenge him to a fight? If you can get past me first, I have nothing to say about you challenging my teacher. But if you can't... then just apologize obediently!"

Zheng Yang frowned and said.

"Haha, what you said makes a lot of sense. It's understandable for a student to stand up for his teacher. However... the grievances with the Zhang Clan were all caused by your teacher. Only by him resolving it personally can people be truly convinced. As his student, if you fully act on his behalf, wouldn't that seem like overstepping your bounds? If word gets out, everyone will know about you, Zheng Yang, Combat Master Prince Zheng, but not about Master Zhang Xuan. Even if they do know, they'll just say he took on a good student, but his own strength is mediocre... Wouldn't that look bad?"

Sword Saint Xing said with a faint smile.

"This..."

Zheng Yang's body stiffened, and he was speechless.

He had originally only thought about getting justice for his teacher, but he hadn't considered so much.

However, the other party was right. A teacher is a teacher. What he was doing seemed like protecting his teacher, but it was actually damaging his prestige. It would make outsiders think that his teacher had little ability and relied on his students to solve problems.

"Teacher, I..."

Understanding this, he quickly turned to look at Zhang Xuan. He saw the latter smile faintly and say, "You may step down. I do indeed have a combat agreement with this Zhang Clan Head. Since he wants to spar with me, I will oblige!"