Chapter 1567: Do You Have a Birthmark on Your Butt?

Meng Jiansheng, floating in the air, burst out laughing upon hearing Zhang Xuan’s words. She shook with laughter, almost running out of breath. As expected of her son, Wang Mengya! To try and teach his 'father' swordplay – what spirit!

“Well said!” she couldn’t help but shout. That guy (Xing Jiansheng) had gotten arrogant; seeing him put in his place by his “son” was incredibly satisfying!

“This…” Hearing her shout, the many nine-star master teachers and experts from the Zhang Clan exchanged bewildered glances. Whose side was the Zhang Clan Matriarch on, exactly? Wei Ruyan, Wang Ying, and the others were also utterly confused. Her own husband was being beaten and lectured, yet she was so happy? As expected, everyone in the Zhang Clan had a screw loose!

Seeing his wife almost fall from the sky with laughter, and the young man before him maintaining a serious expression, Xing Jiansheng nearly coughed up blood. His face was as grim as it could be. If not for his immense self-restraint, he probably would have exploded on the spot.

“Understanding the Dao comes to different people at different times. I merely have a slightly stronger grasp of swordplay than you. Let’s discuss it together; there’s no need to be nervous,” Zhang Xuan said.

“No need!” With a flick of his sleeve, Xing Jiansheng snorted. “As for discussion, let’s wait until the match is over. I still have one move left; if you can block it, only then will you have truly defeated me!”

Whoosh! Without waiting for a reply, he let out a cold snort, and his longsword pierced through the air, striking again.

Shaking his head, Zhang Xuan remained motionless. With a gentle flick of his finger, he pointed again. It was still a reciprocal exchange, but this time, the sword move was even sharper. It tore through space the moment it appeared, and wherever the sword light reached, dark cracks appeared.

“This is… Sword Qi Piercing the Void?”

“To pierce the void and tear space apart with just sword qi—this is a power that can only be wielded by those beyond Saint 9-dan!”

“Isn’t he only at the Void Comprehension realm? How can he be this strong?”

Everyone in the air changed their expressions. Zhang Wuhen, You Ruoxin, and the others, in particular, turned pale with disbelief. This Zhang Xuan had only made them so disheveled using lightning; his own strength was thought to be negligible. When did he become this powerful? If he had been like this before, coming and going as he pleased, they wouldn't have been able to stop him at all!

“This, this…” Ren Qingyuan’s eyes also widened. If he had known earlier that this Zhang Xuan was a Master Teacher with such strength, he would rather die than issue an arrest warrant! Such strength was already comparable to that of a Grand Elder; even he wasn't qualified to deal with it.

“No wonder he can teach so many formidable students…” He swallowed hard, then turned to look at Zheng Yang and the others. He saw that several of Zhang Xuan’s students were looking over with expressions of utter certainty, as if they had long known that their teacher could easily resolve such matters. It seemed that in their minds, no matter how powerful Zhang Xuan became, it was perfectly normal.

“Monsters, a group of monsters…” Clenching his fists, Ren Qingyuan’s body trembled.

Swish! Under the shocked gaze of the crowd, Zhang Xuan's sword qi arrived before Xing Jiansheng. The latter was not to be outdone; his longsword vibrated repeatedly, transforming into a ray of sword light that darted towards Zhang Xuan's throat.

“Three Death-Dealing Swords!” Seeing this move, Meng Jiansheng was startled. The Three Death-Dealing Swords was a life-saving ultimate move that she and Xing Jiansheng had cultivated for many years. They had originally intended to use it when facing danger, never expecting its first appearance to be against their own son. With a flick of her wrist, a longsword appeared in her palm. Just as she was about to rush over to save him, she saw Zhang Xuan, still seated on the ground, smile faintly and suddenly speak.

“Stop!”

Swish! The surrounding space seemed to be frozen by his single word. Xing Jiansheng’s incomparably sharp longsword instantly froze in place, like a fish frozen in water.

“Go!” With another soft command, the sword qi from his fingertip flicked upwards. The sword move of the Three Death-Dealing Swords immediately collapsed, and Xing Jiansheng looked as if he had been struck hard, his face turning pale as he retreated repeatedly.

“You, you… This is One Word Sealing Space?” His eyes wide, Xing Jiansheng trembled slightly in fright. Sealing space with a single word—this could only be achieved by someone who had mastered Demonic Sound to the level of an Ancient Sage. Currently, no one in the Demonic Sound Master Guild could accomplish it. How could he possibly have done it?

“It’s not truly One Word Sealing Space,” Zhang Xuan said. “It’s merely that your state of mind is weaker, and my words influenced you, causing you to stop circulating your zhenqi!” Having refined the Hall Master Token, Zhang Xuan’s strength was unrivaled among those below Ancient Sages, but he still couldn't truly perform the 'One Word Sealing Space' that only Demonic Sound Masters could use. The reason he could make the opponent stop, as he said, was by utilizing a state of mind comparable to Master Yang’s, combined with the Heavenly Impartation from a Teacher and the Heart of a Teacher, making his words carry the weight of law. This was how he achieved such a miraculous feat! In truth, even without this move, defeating him with his current power would have been easy, but it wouldn't have been as shocking as this display.

“Amazing, truly amazing…” After pondering for a moment and understanding, Xing Jiansheng’s eyes lit up. He looked at the young man before him again, no longer showing any trace of anger; instead, the more he looked, the more satisfied he became. When their son was born, he caused a huge stir, indicating he was extraordinary. Later, after some unforeseen circumstances, they had believed his talent would be buried and he wouldn't reach his former brilliance. He never dreamed that upon seeing him again… he would be even stronger and more talented than imagined!

“No need to ask, this must be my son. Only he could possess such abilities and methods…” The more he thought about it, the happier he became, and he burst into laughter. He looked over and said, “To be able to break even my strongest Three Death-Dealing Swords, I admit defeat!”

“You’re giving up just like that?” Zhang Xuan was startled. He had thought the other party would continue to fight until he was injured. He didn’t expect him to surrender so easily. Given that it concerned the Zhang Clan, yet he could let it go so readily, Zhang Xuan’s impression of him immediately improved significantly.

“Indeed, it would be even more disgraceful to continue fighting. Better to admit defeat straightforwardly!” Xing Jiansheng laughed heartily. Losing to anyone else, he definitely wouldn't have been able to accept it, but losing to his son, he was actually very happy in his heart.

“Clan Head…” Zhang Wuhen, standing by, hadn't expected the Clan Head to lose even after personally intervening, and he looked anxious. Admitting defeat meant the Zhang Clan would not only cease pursuit but also have to apologize to this person before them. When had the foremost clan, with tens of thousands of years of heritage, ever suffered such an insult?

“I know what you want to say,” Xing Jiansheng said, waving his hand. “But my decision is the clan's decision, and it will not change!” He couldn’t be bothered to waste more words. He looked at the young man before him again, and after a brief pause, he switched to a telepathic message. “Master Zhang, I have something I wish to ask you, and I hope you can provide an answer!”

“Clan Head Zhang, please speak your mind,” Zhang Xuan nodded. “If it is something I can speak of, I will certainly tell you everything I know, without holding anything back!” To be able to actively admit defeat and dismiss Zhang Wuhen's words, the person before him was quite graceful.

“It’s like this…” His expression was somewhat awkward as Xing Jiansheng looked over with a nervous expression. “On your backside… do you have a vermilion birthmark?”