C266 You're too Weak!(1)

Fight if you want; if not, get lost!

When Woo Zhengyang uttered these words, it felt like the air in the space froze. The outer disciple who had been guiding Woo Zhengyang was already petrified with fear.

Most of these disciples or stewards stationed in various places were there for the substantial rewards the sect offered. Having chosen this path, they generally wouldn't return to the sect unless they qualified for the inner circle.

He had, of course, heard of Fu Chuan and Helian Bozhong. But Woo Zhengyang's name was entirely unfamiliar to him. After seeing the number on Woo Zhengyang's inner circle badge, he realized Woo Zhengyang must be a newly promoted inner disciple. Yet, this new inner disciple dared to be so audacious in front of Fu Chuan, the third-ranked inner disciple and leader of the Xuan Gang.

What was even more unbelievable was that Fu Chuan, known for his arrogance and someone who even Helian Bozhong wouldn't dare to disrespect, didn't immediately retaliate after being insulted like that.

By now, even if he were foolish, he knew this new inner disciple was no ordinary person. Thinking quickly, he quietly stepped aside, realizing this was beyond his involvement.

Fu Chuan's face turned beet red upon hearing Woo Zhengyang's brazen words. His fists clenched tightly, and through gritted teeth, he said, "Fine, very well. Let's see what you've got without using any formations!"

With that, Fu Chuan drew a dark gold longsword.

As soon as the sword was drawn, it resonated with a series of clear, ringing tones, unmistakably marking it as a spiritual weapon.

“I heard you came back with that old sword on your back. Go ahead, draw it. Let’s see if your rusty blade can match up to my gilded sword!” Fu Chuan challenged, referring to the No Life Sword strapped to Woo Zhengyang’s back.

After realizing he couldn’t part with the No Life Sword, Woo Zhengyang crafted a sheath from animal hide to carry it. Despite being a King Rank weapon, the ancient crafting techniques differed from those of today.

The No Life Sword, with its dark, unremarkable appearance, didn’t stand out at first glance. Its plain hilt made it seem even more ordinary, sparking plenty of debate within the Profound Heaven Sect.

“To deal with you, I don’t need formations or even a sword. Like I said before, you’re not worth it!” Woo Zhengyang retorted disdainfully.

Since they were already adversaries, Woo Zhengyang didn’t mind Fu Chuan’s provocations. In fact, deep down, he relished the idea of a good fight. If he could once again unlock the secrets of the golden vortex, all the better.

The angrier Fu Chuan became, the more delighted Woo Zhengyang felt.

Overcome with rage, Fu Chuan couldn’t articulate his fury any longer. Without a word, he lunged at Woo Zhengyang, aiming his gilded sword straight for his heart.

In a fit of anger, Fu Chuan swung his sword with all his might. The blade emitted a dark golden glow, concentrating into a single point like a golden comet with the momentum to pierce the sky. As Fu Chuan made his move, Woo Zhengyang sprang into action as well. The power within his muscles surged, and a layer of pale golden protective energy enveloped him, making him appear like a warrior clad in golden armor.

Just as Fu Chuan's gilded sword was about to strike, Woo Zhengyang thrust his right hand out to intercept it barehanded, a move that startled the disciple who had just retreated. Seeing the pale golden aura, the disciple realized Woo Zhengyang was a Body Tempering cultivator. He was surprised at how boldly a Body Tempering cultivator dared to challenge the third-ranked inner disciple, and then he witnessed their clash.

Woo Zhengyang's attempt to block Fu Chuan's enchanted sword with his bare hands was almost unbelievable. That was a magical sword, after all! Meanwhile, a hint of amusement flickered in Fu Chuan's eyes. He had heard rumors about the peculiar strength of Woo Zhengyang's hands. Yet, whether Woo Zhengyang had mastered the art of iron arms and bronze hands or possessed some protective treasure, Fu Chuan remained unfazed.

Fu Chuan's gilded sword is a formidable weapon, primarily designed for attack. Although it's classified as a mid-grade spiritual weapon, its sharpness and durability rival those of a high-grade one. Unless Woo Zhengyang's hand is protected by a high-grade spiritual weapon, it won't withstand a strike from Fu Chuan's sword.

Even if Woo Zhengyang has such protection, how long can it hold? Fu Chuan is confident that with a few more strikes, the sword's sharpness and strength will break through Zhengyang's defenses. When that happens, let's see what tricks Woo Zhengyang has left.

With this in mind, Fu Chuan adjusted his grip, turning the sword to face Woo Zhengyang's incoming hand. The thrusting force was redirected into a slashing motion, aiming directly at Zhengyang's palm.

"Bang..."

Woo Zhengyang's hand collided with Fu Chuan's resilient gilded sword. The pale golden sword light and protective aura exploded into a dazzling display of golden sparks.

As the sparks faded, Fu Chuan was dumbfounded. Not only did his sword fail to break through Zhengyang's hand, but Woo Zhengyang had actually caught it.

The guide standing nearby was equally shocked, his mouth agape in disbelief, as if his jaw might hit the floor. Catching a spiritual sword with one hand—was this even humanly possible?

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