The miracle everyone had hoped for, unfortunately, did not materialize. After one more clash and then several subsequent ones, Wang Lei's sword intent shattered instantly when faced with Yang Tiankui's. Within a hundred moves, Wang Lei was suppressed to the point where he could not lift his head, and was finally defeated with a single sword strike.
Following this, Yang Tiankui continuously accepted and dismantled challenges issued to him. A total of ten individuals were defeated. Among these ten were the most formidable Dharma Appearance Realm powerhouses of the current generation in the Myriad Sword Sect, each possessing a formidable sword intent as their foundation.
The crowd, initially shocked, gradually became numb with each successive defeat. They realized that Yang Tiankui held a dominant position over the current Dharma Appearance Realm experts of the Myriad Sword Sect. After all, he had revealed at least three types of sword intents, all of which were related to combat.
After Yang Tiankui defeated the Myriad Sword Sect disciples before him, two disciples carried the defeated challengers away.
Holding the stack of challenge letters, Yang Tiankui addressed the crowd, "Who else?"
"This is the gap in strength. You have no choice but to accept it, understand? Today, I still have these challenge letters left. Who else wants to challenge, come up quickly." Yang Tiankui's arrogance made the many Myriad Sword Sect disciples below wish they could go up and slap him.
However, the vast difference in strength between them forced everyone to come to their senses. There was no alternative; if you were inferior, you had to endure such humiliation. They had waited for him for a month, yet not a single person could defeat him. Where was the Myriad Sword Sect supposed to keep its face?
Ah, he is now a peak master of the Myriad Sword Sect, one of our own.
Yang Tiankui looked around, standing still and waiting for a long time. Since no one came forward, he smiled slightly and said, "Since no one is coming to challenge, I will tear up the remaining challenge letters."
With a flash of his Blood Flame, the remaining challenge letters turned into flames and vanished into the air.
"Alright, this challenge concludes here. Thank you all for watching. We shall meet again." After completing all this, Yang Tiankui elegantly bowed to the surroundings.
His body then transformed into a blood-colored sword light, soaring fiercely into the sky and disappearing into the horizon.
"Forget it, forget it. This time, our Myriad Sword Sect has lost. There's nothing we can do; we can't defeat him." Someone shook their head and sighed, Yang Tiankui's strength had been too overwhelming.
"Indeed. We only sent ten challengers, and the rest didn't even dare to accept the challenge. It seems they've all been scared off." Someone echoed, revealing this harsh reality. There was no choice; if you were not as skilled, you had to endure such mockery.
The scene just before he left had painfully pricked the hearts of many who truly loved the Myriad Sword Sect. Yet, beyond this helpless anger, they had nothing else. They couldn't defeat him. What could they say?
They could say nothing, only enduring this humiliation in vain.
The elders and sect masters above looked down at the crowd below, hearing their constant murmurs.
Their expressions immediately soured, but they could do nothing. Their own disciples were unable to defeat an outsider who had only joined a month ago. How could they speak with any authority?
Jian San turned his head to look at the elders behind him, a half-smile on his face. He said, "Elders, what do you think? Our Myriad Sword Sect disciples cannot defeat this Yang Tiankui."
The many elders exchanged glances. Some wanted to say something, but the words caught in their throats, truly not knowing what to say. Ten consecutive individuals, even in a continuous battle, had not managed to defeat Yang Tiankui, and he had even revealed three different sword intents, severely slapping the faces of their so-called Sword Dao Sect.
"Heh heh, have you got nothing to say? This is why I chose Yang Tiankui to be the peak master of our Myriad Sword Sect's final peak. Because he has the strength. If you don't have the strength, you just have to endure it, understand?" Jian San said with a cold laugh, revealing his inner thoughts.
"All of you, reflect on yourselves. Urge your disciples to practice their swordsmanship properly, strive to defeat Yang Tiankui one day. Truly embarrassing!" Jian San snorted coldly and left with a flick of his sleeve.
The numerous elders, having been scolded for no apparent reason, also had displeased expressions. Therefore, they dared not vent their anger on the Sect Master, and could only shift their focus to their own disciples.
"Damn it, I told these brats to practice their swordsmanship diligently, but they were afraid to listen. Now they're getting beaten soundly! Damn it, it's infuriating!" Some hot-tempered elders grumbled as they transformed into sword lights and returned to their residences to discipline their disciples.
Seeing this, the others also dispersed, returning to their territories to discipline their disciples. Who asked them to embarrass themselves in front of the Sect Master?
You ask why they were embarrassing? Because the Sect Master himself had not taken any disciples, while they had taken so many, yet not a single one was useful.
This led to a wave of disciple discipline within the sect. After all, they didn't dare to vent their anger on their superiors, so they could only vent it on their subordinates. The Sect Master took it out on the elders, the elders took it out on the disciples, and the senior disciples took it out on the junior disciples. Thus, the cycle continued. The entire sect, except for the Sect Master and Yang Tiankui, were inexplicably scolded.
Yang Tiankui returned to his own mountain peak, hearing the sounds of elders disciplining their disciples from all around. He shook his head with a smile, then closed his eyes, beginning to gradually comprehend sword intent. After all, as an ancient sect, the Myriad Sword Sect contained numerous sword dao classics that could be of great help to him.
The path of the sword requires diligence and daily practice; otherwise, one's sword dao will regress.
This was a key point of caution from the inheritance Yang Tiankui had received, and for many years, Yang Tiankui had adhered to this principle. The sword, not a single day can go unpracticed.
The author is inserting an aside, dear readers.
Little Mu knows that the content he has been updating these past few days is extremely poor. After all, most people have contracted COVID, and Little Mu is no exception. These days, he has had a fever of over 38 degrees Celsius.
He has been feeling groggy. It was only in the last two days that he took cold medicine to reduce the fever and, enduring his discomfort, forced himself to update the novel. One can imagine that in such a dazed state, the content he has updated these past few days is truly like dog shit. He himself cannot bear to read it; it is extremely subpar. He hopes for everyone's understanding.
He had originally planned not to update for a few days, but unexpectedly, the editor told him that there was a book review going on these days and he couldn't stop updating. He had no choice but to force himself to update. His entire day was spent on these four thousand characters, and he could only manage to churn out this much after a full day's effort. It's truly difficult and uncomfortable. Currently, his head is still spinning. He also hopes everyone can understand, as times are difficult for everyone. Thank you for your support.