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Chapter 1747

"You must think this through carefully! You are not allowed to use your spirit beasts or tree roots. You can only use weapons."

Seeing him agree so quickly, the Old Ancestor of the Zhang Clan paused, then his voice rang out, "It's not too late to change your mind now!"

"I won't back down, and I hope the other party doesn't either!" Zhang Xuan stood ramrod straight, radiating an invincible aura. "As a master teacher, it is my duty to combat the Otherworldly Demonic Tribe. Even if I know I'm outmatched, even if I know death is certain, I will never retreat!"

"Well said!" The Zhang Clan Old Ancestor gave another hum of approval. "Rest assured, since the rules have been set, that Old Ghost Yu wouldn't dare go back on his word. Otherwise, he'll have to contend with my sword!"

"Heh heh, as long as *you* don't back out!" Old Ghost Yu sneered, his voice dripping with sinister intent. "As you just heard, this greenhorn wants to challenge all of you, and you are permitted to attack together... My Spirit Clan, possessing the bloodline of gods, is paramount in this world and absolutely cannot be defeated! In this contest, if you lose, there's no need for me to act—you'll commit suicide together! If you win, I will personally bestow upon each of you a drop of Ancient Sage blood!"

"Ancient Sage blood?"

"Master, rest assured, we will not fail you!"

Upon hearing the reward, all the members of the Otherworldly Demonic Tribe flushed with excitement, their eyes gleaming.

"Then let's begin!" *Whoosh!* As soon as the words ended, dozens of Otherworldly Demonic Tribe members swiftly encircled Zhang Xuan.

"You..." The master teachers from Chunnuan Tower turned livid with rage, astonished that these individuals were so shameless as to truly launch a group attack.

"Everyone, don't break the rules..." Seeing them about to rush forward to help, Zhang Xuan waved his hand, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I just stated that I can use weapons, correct?"

"Of course..." Old Ghost Yu grunted in response.

"Good then. Please wait a moment. Once I've retrieved my weapons, we can begin the fight..." Zhang Xuan nodded, then with a flick of his wrist, the Dragon Bone God Spear appeared in his palm. With a gentle shake, it floated into the air, transforming into a massive ancient dragon.

"This is... Ancient Sage Ran Qiu's Dragon Bone God Spear? A true Ancient Sage treasure? No, its power is sealed; currently, it can only unleash the might of a Great Sage. Such power is nothing to fear..."

At its peak, the Dragon Bone God Spear was indeed formidable; if he encountered it then, he would flee as far as possible. However, with its power sealed, it was an entirely different matter.

Almost every one of his subordinates who had reached the Grand Completion of the Immortal Realm possessed a Great Sage treasure, making it effortless to withstand this 'crippled' version of the Divine Spear.

Filled with confidence, he hadn't even finished speaking when he saw the young man in the crowd flick his wrist again, and a massive brick materialized in the air.

It too was a Great Sage-level weapon.

"A brick weapon? Forged from Golden Essence Spirit Stones... Who would be so wasteful?" Frowning, Old Ghost Yu was utterly perplexed as the young man continued to flick his wrist.

*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!* In the blink of an eye, weapon after weapon appeared side-by-side, circling him.

The Demonic Black Blade, Bo Xin's Long Spear, the Soul-Snatching Chains, the Inkstone... Six Great Sage-level treasures materialized before everyone, exuding an astonishing oppressive aura, as if six Grand Completion Immortal Realm experts had appeared.

"You... How can you possess so many Great Sage treasures?" They had expected him to use only one weapon, and a fight would ensue. But to produce so many in a single breath left everyone present utterly bewildered.

Great Sage treasures, regardless of their rarity or difficulty to obtain, typically require decades, if not centuries, of painstaking effort to refine.

For a young man barely in his twenties to have refined so many... it was simply preposterous!

"Attack..." Seeing an increasing number of Great Sage treasures appear, making the battle potentially unwinnable, a dark-skinned individual from the Otherworldly Demonic Tribe roared.

"Wait... I haven't finished taking out my weapons yet..." Zhang Xuan waved a hand, his wrist continuing to flick.

*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!* Four more treasures materialized before them—precisely the Cold Moon Hook and the other items he had won in the previous wager.

As these four weapons appeared, Zhang Xuan's fingers became a blur, his body weaving among them, continuously tapping lightly on each.

*Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!* Four crisp sounds rang out as the four treasures simultaneously emitted signs of submission, fully acknowledging their new master.

*Whoosh!* Once acknowledged as their master, these four Great Sage treasures simultaneously shot into the air.

"Ten Great Sage treasures? Is this... supposed to be a fair duel?"

"So *this* is what he meant by 'knowing I'm outmatched, knowing death is certain, yet never retreating'?"

Seeing so many Great Sage-level magical artifacts suspended in the air, many members of the Otherworldly Demonic Tribe felt their scalps prickle, and they nearly coughed up blood.

One weapon was negligible, but ten... that was equivalent to ten Grand Completion Immortal Realm experts. How were they supposed to fight this?

Remembering the fellow's impassioned words from earlier, a feeling of exasperation immediately welled up within them.

Outmatched my foot! Certain death my *butt*! Good heavens, *we're* the ones who are going to die...

"Why aren't you attacking yet? Do you want to die at his hands?" Old Ghost Yu, too, was losing his mind.

As an Ancient Sage who had lived for countless years, he had never witnessed anything so bizarre.

"Yes!" Knowing that the longer they waited, the better coordinated these weapons would become, leaving them with no chance, everyone charged forward in unison.

Among the crowd, the dark-skinned individual who had just spoken surged forward first, wielding a Great Sage-level Crescent Blade.

This individual was one of the six previous Grand Completion Immortal Realm experts, his strength on par with Bo Yuan's. Wielding such a potent weapon, he unleashed a fierce chop that created a violent sonic boom in the air, distorting space itself.

*Whoosh!* A swift gale descended, aimed directly at Zhang Xuan's head.

Just as it seemed he would be cleaved in two, time around the young man seemed to accelerate in an instant. He effortlessly glided to the Crescent Blade and tapped it with his finger.

The Crescent Blade emitted an excited hum, its massive form trembled, and it abruptly turned its blade, chopping down on the dark-skinned Otherworldly Demonic Tribe member.

"What the..." The dark-skinned Otherworldly Demonic Tribe member burst into tears.

The next moment, his head fell to the ground. Even at his dying breath, he couldn't comprehend what had just happened.

"He... was refined?" The numerous master teachers were all dumbfounded.

Old Ghost Yu appeared to have lost his mind.

In the midst of combat, before an opponent's weapon even reached him, he refined it and made it turn against its previous owner... Was this even a legitimate way to fight?

Before their shock could subside, the young man transformed into a streak of light and surged into the crowd. Any weapon his finger touched instantly defected, joining the brick, the Dragon Bone God Spear, and his other armaments to fight against the Otherworldly Demonic Tribe members.

"I initially thought it was bullying for so many Otherworldly Demonic Tribe members to gang up on Master Zhang... but now, it feels like Master Zhang is bullying *them*!"

"Stealing someone's weapons right in front of them and making their own armaments turn against their masters... I can only imagine the psychological trauma these Otherworldly Demonic Tribe members are enduring!"

"No need to imagine; it must be immense! No wonder Master Zhang requested to fight a group of them—he must have planned to slaughter them all along!"

Amidst the clamor, Zhang Xuan had, without anyone noticing, retreated from the throng. With his hands clasped behind his back, he watched the multitude of weapons battling the Otherworldly Demonic Tribe members. A sense of profound satisfaction filled him, and he couldn't help but sigh.

"Thank you for your weapons! It would be disrespectful of me to refuse such generosity!"

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