Invincible Divine Sword

Chapter 389: Can’t Even Take One of My Sword Strikes

Although the Fan Family guard was outwardly courteous, his tone brooked no dissent.

“Take another street?” The Immortal Demon Ancestor’s demoniac energy surged as his eyes turned red at the mere suggestion of being shooed away by a Fan Family guard, “You’re telling us to take a detour?”

Seeing the Immortal Demon Ancestor’s eyes turn red, signaling his intention to strike, the Fan Family guard coldly said, “Taking a detour is much better than losing your life. I advise you to take the detour.”

“If you take the street next to us, it’s only a few hundred meters farther.”

At this moment, inside the tavern, Fan Wuyan was toasting and making merry with a group of Fan Family experts.

“Congratulations to Wuyan for breaking the Azure God Academy record by condensing ten Sword Hearts at the age of seventeen!” Elder Fan Qing of the Fan Family said with a smile.

“At seventeen, Wuyan has passed the Azure God Academy’s assessment, definitely the youngest disciple in the history of the Academy!” Another Supreme Elder of the Fan Family, Fan Cheng, said with a laugh.

“Elder Cheng, I’ve just received news that someone named Yang Xiaotian, aged fourteen, has also passed the Azure God Academy’s assessment today,” Fan Weihao, a disciple of the Fan Family, interjected.

“What? Fourteen years old?” The roomful of Fan Family experts was all shocked at the words of Fan Weihao.

The crowd had thought that Fan Wuyan joining the Azure God Academy at the age of seventeen was already a record-breaker.

They had not expected a fourteen-year-old to emerge!

Even Fan Wuyan was taken aback.

“Yes, he’s fourteen,” Fan Weihao said. “However, he only hunted down one thousand four hundred and thirty-four Fierce Beasts.”

Supreme Elder Fan Cheng of the Fan Family laughed and said, “Only hunting down a little over a thousand Fierce Beasts, such combat strength is weak, far inferior to Wuyan.”

Fan Wuyan had personally hunted down more than twenty-seven thousand Fierce Beasts.

Almost twenty times more!

Another Supreme Elder, Fan Qing, laughed and said, “If Wuyan drew his sword, he probably couldn’t even withstand one of Wuyan’s strikes.”

Just then, suddenly, a dull thud and the sharp shouts of Fan Family guards came from outside the tavern.

The Fan Family experts inside the tavern were all taken aback.

Someone dared to lay hands on their Fan Family guard?

“Let’s go out and see,” Fan Wuyan stood up.

He was curious to see who dared to attack their Fan Family guard.

Could it be the Zeng Family? Or the Yan Family? Or perhaps the Shen Family?

Shortly, Fan Wuyan and the others walked out of the tavern, and when they reached the entrance, they saw that several Fan Family guards who had been stationed at the door had all been thrown aside.

Fan Weihao recognized Yang Xiaotian with some surprise: “It’s you!” Obviously, he knew who Yang Xiaotian was.

“This is Yang Xiaotian!” he said to Fan Wuyan, Fan Qing, and the others.

All eyes from Fan Wuyan, Fan Qing, and the other members landed on Yang Xiaotian, filled with amazement.

“You are the fourteen-year-old who just passed the Azure God Academy assessment today?” Fan Wuyan looked Yang Xiaotian up and down, an arrogant expression on his face, “However, you’re quite bold, daring to injure my Fan Family’s guard!”

Supreme Elder Fan Qing of the Fan Family looked at Yang Xiaotian with interest and said, “Your name is Yang Xiaotian, right? Are you interested in following our Son of Fan?”

“Not the slightest interest,” Yang Xiaotian shook his head.

Fan Wuyan’s face turned cold: “You think just anyone is qualified to follow me, kid, if you can’t even catch a single strike of mine, you don’t even have the qualifications to be my servant!” As he spoke, he pointed his index and middle finger together, substituting them for a sword, and made a slashing motion.

Instantly, a pillar of astonishing Sword Qi roared towards Yang Xiaotian.

The Sword Qi surged forth like thunder from the heavens, as piercing as an icy divine arrow, extremely sharp.

As the other’s sword strike approached, Yang Xiaotian did not even invoke the power of his fourteen Sword Hearts, nor did he activate the Primordial Dragon Art; he simply allowed the strike to land on him.

Clang!

A resonant sound echoed.

Fan Wuyan’s sword struck Yang Xiaotian squarely.

Light scattered in every direction.

Yang Xiaotian, however, stood there, unmoved and completely unscathed, without even retreating an inch.

Fan Wuyan was astonished. He looked at Yang Xiaotian’s chest where his Sword Qi had just struck, yet not even a slight mark was left behind, let alone a sword scar; Yang Xiaotian’s clothing wasn’t even wrinkled.

Is the quality of his clothing that good?

Fan Qing, Fan Cheng, and other masters of the Fan Family present were also full of surprise.

They all had witnessed the power of that sword strike from Fan Wuyan just now.

Even though Fan Wuyan had casually thrown out a sword strike with only ten percent of his strength, among their peers, there weren’t many who could withstand even ten percent of the Son of Fan’s power.

And to speak of withstanding a strike from the Son of Fan without suffering a single injury was another matter altogether.

After his initial surprise, Fan Wuyan said in a deep voice, “No wonder you’re so arrogant. It turns out you do have some skills, but don’t be proud. That was just ten percent of my strength.”

“Out of respect for you withstanding that strike of mine, I’ll allow you to leave.”

“You all may go.”

With that, he turned to head back into the tavern to continue his drinks.

“Since I have withstood your sword, you should also withstand one from me,” Yang Xiaotian suddenly said.

Fan Wuyan was taken aback.

“If you cannot even withstand a single one of my strikes, you do not have the qualifications to be a servant to me,” Yang Xiaotian continued, likewise using his two fingers as a sword and launching a strike.

Instantly, the Sword Qi surged like oceans, illuminating Heaven and Earth.

All the Fan Family masters around felt an overwhelming Sword Qi rushing towards them.

Fan Wuyan was greatly alarmed, and without a second thought, his True Yuan surged up, divine figures appeared behind him, shining brightly with Divine Light. On his body, ancient Brahmic scripts appeared; these scripts coalesced into an armor that shielded him.

This was the Brahmic Divine Technique of the Fan Family.

It was also the strongest Cultivation Technique of the Fan Family.

At its peak, the Brahmic Divine Technique could consolidate up to ten thousand scripts. The more Brahmic scripts consolidated, the stronger the defense. Being able to condense ten thousand Brahmic scripts meant virtually invincible defense.

And Fan Wuyan had already condensed a thousand Brahmic scripts; for a Martial Venerable to condense a thousand Brahmic scripts was extremely astonishing.

None of the past heads of the Fan Family had managed to condense a thousand Brahmic scripts at the Martial Venerable level.

Boom!

The moment Fan Wuyan’s Brahmic Divine Armor activated, Yang Xiaotian’s Sword Qi struck against the armoring.

The armor’s light shook violently.

Fan Wuyan felt an immensely powerful force hammering at him, causing him to stagger backwards incessantly.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Eventually, he crashed through the tavern’s front door and retreated all the way to a corner of the tavern, slamming into a stone pillar, shaking the building wildly.

The thousand Brahmic scripts on his body flickered like a candle in the wind, seemingly on the verge of being annihilated at any moment.

The masters of Fan Family looked at the Son of Fan, who had been blasted into the corner of the tavern, and stood there in utter shock, so much that even Fan Weihao was stupefied.

Not only were the Fan Family masters stupefied, but Fan Wuyan, the Son of Fan himself, was also bewildered.

He, the Son of Fan, the strongest disciple of the Fan Family in a millennium, had just been sent flying by an unknown youth!

“It seems you cannot even withstand a single one of my strikes,” Yang Xiaotian’s voice rang out as Fan Wuyan was still dazed.

Unable to withstand even a single strike!

What does that make him?

He doesn’t even have the qualifications to serve me, Yang Xiaotian, as a servant!

(Three more chapters to come tonight)