Chapter 114 - Duan Jingtian

Chapter 114 - Duan Jingtian

Wang Fuchen ascended slowly into the air, casting a gaze down at Chen Fan.

Yuanfu realm powerhouses could traverse the skies, navigating the heavens effortlessly.

“Since you’re physically strong, I won’t engage you in close combat," Wang Fuchen declared coldly. "Instead, I'll stand here, attacking you from a distance. Your strikes won't reach me, and victory will be mine regardless."

Chen Fan's robust physical prowess compensated for the disparity in their cultivation levels.

“Now... what’s your move, Chen Fan?” Wang Fuchen's indifferent voice echoed through the surroundings.

With a sneer, Chen Fan responded nonchalantly, "You're afraid."

“Afraid?” Wang Fuchen raised his eyebrows, feeling a tinge of annoyance.

Chen Fan said, “Why else would you keep your distance? You know you can't match my strength, so you have to stay out of reach. Aren't you afraid I'll kill you with my punches?”

Chen Fan's words cut through the air like a sharp blade, striking at the core of Wang Fuchen's confidence. His handsome face twisted slightly, becoming hideous.

“Why would I be scared of a Qi Grandmaster ant?” Wang Fuchen said stubbornly.

Chen Fan taunted, “Come down and fight me if you’re not afraid. You seek my demise, and I seek yours!!”

“I can kill you all the same from here!” Wang Fuchen said matter-of-factly.

“What a joke, coward,” Chen Fan ridiculed directly.

Wang Fuchen took a deep breath to calm himself. He smiled and said, “No matter how clever your tongue, it won't sway my determination.”

“Crazed Demon Sword Energy, die!” Wang Fuchen shouted coldly.

Killing intent emanated from his eyes as his sword blurred into action, delivering thirteen consecutive slashes. They all fused into one, forming a massive sword energy wielding absolute power. It cleaved a distant dune in two as it moved toward its target.

Chen Fan didn’t use Wings of Rain Dragon immediately and assumed a stern expression.

With a forceful push from his feet, he ascended into the sky.

His fists, akin to bowls in size, burst forth fiercely like a meteor to counter the oncoming sword energy.

Qi Grandmasters, restrained by gravity, couldn’t step on the void. Consequently, Chen Fan plummeted from the heavens.

“Slash!”

Seizing the moment, Wang Fuchen executed another sword strike while Chen Fan was still in mid-air.

“Duan Jingtian.”

The eyes of Leng Feng and all the elders from the other three great sects shrunk violently when they saw this youth.

Duan Jingtian saluted Leng Feng and the others with cupped fists and said, “Duan Jingtian greets the elders of the three great sects.”

“No need for that. We aren’t worthy.” Leng Feng, ordinarily cold, adopted a gentler demeanor, dismissing the formalities with a wave.

Duan Jingtian was a living legend renowned throughout the Great Chu Empire.

He started practicing martial arts at age ten, became a Qi Grandmaster at thirteen, advanced to the Yuanfu realm at fourteen, and stepped into Core Formation at eighteen. Currently, at twenty-two years of age, rumors had it that he wasn’t far from the Divine Nascent realm.

Such a promising talent, aiming to enter the Divine Nascent realm before twenty-five, was exceptionally rare in the Great Chu Empire's history.

Duan Jingtian held the tenth spot on the empire's list of top geniuses.

Although Leng Feng and the others were esteemed elders, they recognized the prevailing truth—strength dictated respect.

Duan Jingtian's cultivation at such a young age surpassed theirs, leaving them unqualified to assert superiority in his presence.

The status of elders was indeed very high in others’ eyes, but to Duan Jingtian, they were only like ants.

Even Zhuo Bufan spoke to Duan Jingtian on equal terms.

Duan Jingtian chuckled, and his gaze fell onto the primeval mirror. “That’s Wang Fuchen? Not bad. I've heard of his extraordinary talent in swordsmanship, mastering numerous techniques and showing the potential to become the second Jian Chen in the future.”

Jian Chen, the foremost disciple of the Floating Cloud Sword Inner Sect, held a stature in the Floating Cloud Sword Sect comparable to Duan Jingtian's in the Spring Autumn Sect. He was the face of the sect.

“Hmm? Sect Master, who is he?”

Duan Jingtian's gaze shifted to Chen Fan, a hint of interest glinting in his eyes. “He can actually fight with Wang Fuchen with only Qi Grandmaster cultivation. Interesting.”

Zhuo Bufan stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Duan Jingtian, and said, “This boy is Chen Fan, a disciple of our Spring Autumn Sect.”

“Chen Fan, huh...”

Duan Jingtian repeated as a light flashed in his eyes, and he said, “I have heard of his name before.”

Zhuo Bufan shot a glance at Duan Jingtian.

Duan Jingtian was the Alliance Leader of Heaven’s Alliance, and Chen Fan had a grudge against the outer sect branch of the Heaven’s Alliance. Moreover, he had killed Fei Kuang and a few other alliance members during the Outer Sect Grand Competition; these incidents were relatively inconsequential in Duan Jingtian's eyes.

However, being part of Heaven's Alliance, some news inevitably reached the inner sect and Duan Jingtian's ears.