X-Dragon Era-Chapter 837: s 585-586: Black-robed He Shan_3

Chapter 837 -s 585-586: Black-robed He Shan_3

Moreover, the most crucial point is that to break the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, one would need at least four people. Attempting to dismantle the array with just three people is nearly impossible, unless those three possess overwhelming power far beyond that of the Formation Master, enabling them to directly destroy the entire array with sheer force. Otherwise, the formation simply cannot be broken.

Currently, the problem lies in the fact that the power of the four Sword Dragons not only rivals Luo Fu and the others but even surpasses them by a significant margin. Therefore, unless they manage to find another elite fighter of similar rank and approach the four entrance gates simultaneously to dismantle the formation, no matter how hard they try, it will all be in vain.

Losing is not the main issue. What must not be forgotten is that Yi Luo Xiang’s series of combat techniques directly target the soul. If the formation remains unbroken, they must endure the profound pain emanating from the depths of the soul—a torment both humiliating and unbearable. Nobody likes to face an opponent like her.

Up to now, aside from Yan Qingying, all the companions have demonstrated astonishingly exaggerated strength. Although Yan Qingying still needs a bit more time, Xin Yun firmly believes that she will never let anyone down.

In the following days, everyone temporarily set aside their training and accompanied Ming Xuan on a trip to Nine Summit Mountain. Simply closing themselves off for hard practice wasn’t enough—watching high-level battles would benefit everyone even more.

Over the span of a few days, Ming Xuan always appeared light and unassuming. Despite showing no major moves, each of his opponents was defeated as effortlessly as sweeping away dry leaves. With just a few displays of Divine Light, his foes fell one after another, utterly crushed. It was as easy as an adult beating a child. In an uninterrupted run of one hundred battles, not a single person lasted more than ten seconds against him. Furthermore, none managed to force Ming Xuan to employ a second type of attack.

Although Xin Yun was eager to understand how much progress this guy had made, he was left frustrated by the weakness of his opponents, which gave Ming Xuan no real opportunity to showcase his abilities.

Finally… the time for the decisive battle arrived. Early in the morning, Xin Yun and his companions hurried to Nine Summit Mountain. As they appeared, the entire audience area erupted in excitement.

Ming Xuan was one thing, but Xin Yun, Luo Fu, and Po Kong were an entirely different story. They were, respectively, the champion, runner-up, and third-place winner of the realm’s Diamond Tournament. What was even more remarkable was that all three belonged to the same faction. This was truly astonishing. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Since the past few days hadn’t been spent training, everyone had more free time. Arriving over half an hour before the start of the match, they occupied their leisure by sitting together around a giant rock. Using the Tai Chi Diagram, they conjured tables, chairs, fruits, and snacks. While savoring the sweet fruits, they chatted idly among themselves. To them, this so-called final match was merely a formality.

Just as the group was talking and laughing, the audience suddenly grew silent. Confused, they turned to look, and what came into view was a tall, imposing young man clad in a black leather outfit, striding confidently through the crowd toward their direction.

Under everyone’s watchful gaze, the black-clad youth leapt onto the giant rock, stopping near Xin Yun and his companions, coldly eyeing them.

Perplexed by this person’s behavior, Xin Yun had no idea what he intended to do. Just as he was mulling over his confusion… the black-clad youth finally spoke: “Due to being in closed-door cultivation, I missed the previous three matches. Otherwise…”

Though the man left his sentence unfinished, even a fool could guess what he was getting at. However… faced with this sudden newcomer, Xin Yun was genuinely intrigued. Who was he? And how dared he boast so brazenly?

While pondering, Zixia leaned in close, whispering a few quick words in Xin Yun’s ear. Hearing Zixia’s explanation, Xin Yun revealed a look of realization.

This person wasn’t unfamiliar to Xin Yun. Although his tone was rather arrogant, he undeniably possessed the credentials to back it up. The reason? In his previous life, this very man had been the champion of the Diamond Tournament in this realm. However… what was baffling was why he had arrived late—three years late, to be exact. This was simply outrageous…

As Xin Yun pondered, the black-clad youth turned to glance at Ming Xuan and declared coldly: “I saw your matches; your strength is commendable. But I must inform you, having already missed the top three, I will never yield the fourth position. If you’re smart, you should step down voluntarily—it would preserve your dignity.”

“Crunch…” Faced with the provocation, Ming Xuan clenched his fists tightly. This man didn’t have many flaws, but he absolutely couldn’t tolerate such disdain. After all… Ming Xuan had endured far too much repression. His entire childhood had been soaked in such an atmosphere—a taste he vowed never to experience again.

Seeing Ming Xuan’s anger, Xin Yun chuckled, shook his head, and said: “If I’m not mistaken, you must be He Shan. I’ll admit… your abilities are remarkable. However… allow me to offer some advice: crossing the line with your confidence becomes arrogance. And you… are not yet qualified for arrogance!”

Hearing Xin Yun’s words, the black-clad man froze briefly, then smirked and glanced alternately between Ming Xuan and Xin Yun. He Shan turned away, descending from the giant rock. As he walked off, He Shan remarked coolly: “I’ve said my piece. If you insist on inviting humiliation, then I’ll just have to oblige.”

Watching He Shan’s retreating figure, Xin Yun suddenly opened his mouth, shouting loudly: “Kid… don’t say we didn’t give you a chance. As long as you can defeat my teammates, I’ll hand over the champion’s belt to you. Just remember… I also have advice for you: this world is vast, and you… are not its peak!”

Halting briefly at Xin Yun’s words, He Shan proceeded resolutely toward the distance without looking back. Clearly… he had no interest in verbal sparring. Everything would be settled on the battlefield.

Watching the black-clad figure gradually disappear, Xin Yun shook his head with a smile, then turned toward Ming Xuan and said: “Although this guy is a bit arrogant, you’d best be cautious—he does indeed possess genuine skill.”

Taking a deep breath, Ming Xuan smiled faintly and replied: “True strength makes it interesting. If it’s anything like the preliminaries, there’d be no challenge. The stronger he is, the better. Only by defeating him can I experience even a hint of excitement.”

“Huh? A hint?” Hearing Ming Xuan’s words, Xin Yun was stunned.

Seeing Xin Yun’s bewildered expression, Ming Xuan laughed heartily, his eyes glowing with conviction, as he said: “In this world, there is only one person whose defeat would utterly drive me to madness. And that person… is none other than you!”

“Ah!” Ming Xuan’s declaration shocked everyone present. What… was this not somewhat blasphemous? He actually wanted to defeat Xin Yun?

Faced with their astonishment, Ming Xuan calmly stated: “In my heart, the Sect Master is the strongest person of all, the goal I’ve pursued throughout my life, and my sole idol. The purpose of my cultivation has always been focused on the Sect Master. Thus… although I realize this sentiment may seem rebellious, I refuse to lie—the pinnacle of my dreams is to someday defeat the Sect Master!”

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