Chapter 1565: Zhang Xuan Wants to Give Guidance (Part 1)

"But, Teacher, your strength..."

Zheng Yang was filled with anxiety upon hearing that his teacher wanted to compete. His teacher was only at the early Void-Amending realm, while the Zhang Clan Head, who could block Wang Ying's puppet with sword qi from such a distance, definitely possessed strength exceeding Saint 9-dan! With such a vast difference, they weren't even on the same level. How could they fight?

By refining the Hall Master Token and utilizing the drop of water, Zhang Xuan's strength had surged dramatically. However, he hadn't revealed it. Coupled with his extraordinary mental state and the unique nature of Heaven's Path True Qi, even Zheng Yang didn't realize that his teacher's strength had undergone a monumental transformation within a few breaths.

"I can suppress my cultivation to the same level as Teacher Zhang. This will only be a sword discussion, and no one will be harmed..." Knowing what the other party was worried about, Sword Saint Xing smiled, "If I lose, the Zhang Clan can apologize, or we can drop the previous matters. But if I win, I hope Teacher Zhang will adhere to our earlier agreement!"

Before their agreed duel with the Zhang Clan's sword, Zhang Xuan had said that if he lost, he would join the Zhang Clan and become an elder.

"That's simple!" Zhang Xuan nodded, "However, since it's a competition, I won't take advantage of you. There's no need to suppress your cultivation; just use your full strength!"

"Use your full strength?" Sword Saint Xing was stunned. His full strength swordplay was difficult even for Hall Master Ren Qingyuan to handle, yet this person was asking him to use his full power. Was this real?

"Has this guy gone mad?" Ren Qingyuan, Zhang Wuhen, and the others also looked bewildered. They had witnessed Zhang Xuan's strength firsthand; besides his numerous techniques and powerful students, there was nothing remarkable about him. Asking Sword Saint Xing to use his full power... wasn't that just seeking death?

"Indeed!" Zhang Xuan nodded, "Furthermore, I'll sit right here and fight you with only one hand. If I move my body even slightly, or use my second hand, I'll consider that a loss!"

Sword Saint Xing's face twitched. He had challenged Zhang Xuan for two reasons: firstly, to see if he was truly his son; secondly, to better resolve the grievances between the Zhang Clan and Zhang Xuan. By personally taking action, he could control the intensity and at least ensure Zhang Xuan wouldn't be severely injured! Yet, not only did Zhang Xuan not appreciate it, but he also spoke such arrogant words...

"Like you..." Just as he was about to explode with indignation, he heard his wife's voice transmission in his ear. Sword Saint Xing's mouth twitched involuntarily, "Am I that conceited too?"

"When you were young, you were far more conceited than he is..." Sword Saint Meng smiled faintly.

"Well..." Scratching his head, Sword Saint Xing looked over helplessly, "Alright, since you insist, I'll gladly oblige!"

With that, he swayed and descended from the air. No sooner had he landed than his wife's voice transmission echoed in his ear again, "Dare to harm a single hair on our son, and don't even think about getting into my bed ever again!"

"I..." His mouth twitched, and Sword Saint Xing almost cried. Who did he offend? Had Zhang Xuan already anticipated this, saying he would remain seated and fight with one hand... was he deliberately showing off?

"Teacher..." Unlike his own frustration, Zheng Yang, Wei Ruyan, and the others looked over with slight worry. They understood the opportunities they possessed. Their teacher didn't have such opportunities and was only at the early Void-Amending realm. If the Zhang Clan Head didn't suppress his cultivation, how could he fight? There was no way he could win!

"Don't worry," Yuan Tao chuckled, "When has Teacher ever fought a battle he wasn't confident in? Since he dared to say that, he must have a way!"

"That's true..." Hearing this, Zheng Yang nodded. Wei Ruyan had joined later and didn't know many things, but Zheng Yang had followed their teacher from the beginning and knew his temperament very well. When had this teacher ever suffered a loss! Those who competed against him always ended in crushing defeat.

"Have you noticed," Wang Ying suddenly interjected, "Teacher's aura seems to have changed? Before, I could sense its depth, but now, it's like a vast ocean, boundless no matter how you look at it..." Zheng Yang and Wei Ruyan quickly looked, and indeed, they felt that although their teacher was still sitting motionless in the same spot, the aura within him had increased by an unknown number of times compared to before, making him seem like an entirely different person.

"Teacher might have broken through again..." Lu Chong said. As a Soul Oracle, he could see even more clearly. If before, he could have easily surpassed his teacher's strength, now... the intense pressure made him dare not even approach. Although he didn't know why such a huge change had occurred in such a short time, Teacher was Teacher; whatever he did seemed perfectly natural.

"In that case, let's wait and see... how Teacher will deal with this Zhang Clan Head!" Only then did Zheng Yang truly relax, letting out a soft laugh.

"Draw your sword!" Remembering his wife's warning, Sword Saint Xing took a deep breath, flicked his wrist, and a long sword appeared in his palm, exuding a sharp aura.

"If I use a sword, it's easy to injure people. Since this is a friendly spar, I won't use one..." Zhang Xuan lifted his eyelids, his expression calm.

"No sword? How will we compete?" Sword Saint Xing swayed, feeling like tearing his hair out. When he was young, he was also quite pretentious, but surely not this much? This was simply an insult taken to the extreme! Any other person would have gone mad by now, infuriated to the point of exploding, but with Zhang Xuan... he wanted to be angry, but couldn't. Although he couldn't confirm he was his son, he had a feeling that there was an inseparable connection between them.

"Indeed, I'll compete with you like this..." Unaware of the other's thoughts, Zhang Xuan flicked his finger, and a sword qi immediately shot out, exactly three feet long, emitting a faint cold glow.

"Alright, be careful..." Whether out of anger or frustration, Sword Saint Xing let out a cold snort, flicked his long sword, and thrust it directly at Zhang Xuan, who was sitting on the ground. This strike used only one-tenth of his strength, but it was full of sword intent. The moment the sword appeared, it seemed to pierce through space, appearing at Zhang Xuan's glabella the next second. It looked as if, if Zhang Xuan didn't dodge, even if he didn't die, his True Qi would be disrupted, rendering him unable to move for a short time.

"A good sword technique!" Zhang Xuan smiled faintly. As expected of the Zhang Clan Head, the foremost swordsman of the Zhang Clan. A single move revealed his superiority; Zhang Xu and the others were not on the same level compared to him.

He didn't dodge. Sitting motionless in his spot, his left hand continued to mend Zhao Ya's meridians, while his right hand gently lifted and pointed into the air. The sword qi was like a rainbow, instantly traversing the distances of time and space. This move was identical to the sword technique Sword Saint Xing had just used, both in technique and opening stance, without the slightest difference. If one didn't know their adversarial relationship, they might think it was fellow disciples sparring. However, with the same move, Zhang Xuan struck later but arrived first. It seemed that before Sword Saint Xing's sword could reach his glabella, its power might already be broken.

"This..." His entire body trembled, and Sword Saint Xing's eyes filled with disbelief. "How is this possible!"