I Have A Qi Fortune Altar Chapter 428 - 428 358

Chapter 428: 358 Chapter 428: 358 Having said that, Ouyang Zhi leaped down from the high platform and sat down slowly among the people.

There was no pause in the scene. After he stepped down, a big man dressed in a yellow robe leapt into the center of the high platform and said to everyone with a fist:

“Fellow daoists, I am Kong Zengshan from Yellow Wind Valley. Who is interested in stepping forward for a battle?”

“I will!”

A man in black shouted lowly, with barely any greeting, he drew out his treasured sword and sent out a wave of Sword Qi.

Instantly, on the high platform, two figures began to engage, with sword lights flickering and Sword Qi scattering. The murderous intent was diffused within a hundred ters, and the two went all out as soon as they took action.

They constantly struck violently on the high platform.

The green stones on the ground were sliced open by the Sword Qi, and then the two of them fought while treading on air.

After a short while, at the most critical mont of the exchange, Kong Zengshan from Yellow Wind Valley seized the opportunity, thrust his sword directly, and the Sword Qi burst forth, piercing through the shoulder of the man in black.

The superior was imdiately determined!

Kong Zengshan was superior by a margin. He gave a respectful fist salute to the reluctantly retreating man in black, who was disgruntled but helpless, saluted with a fist, and then, holding his wound, he stepped down from the high platform.

“Is there another fellow daoist willing to step forward to compete?”

The martial artists below, coveting the Spirit Sword, glanced at each other, and for a mont, no one dared to step forward. This was quite normal, after all, the strength that Kong Zengshan had shown was among the strong within the Heavenly Elent Level.

The peer at the sa level was defeated in a mont, sufficiently demonstrating his might.

Han Yu looked around, saw no one stepping up, exchanged a look with Chen Yuan, and then the next mont, he stepped out, looked down from a high position at Kong Zengshan, and said loudly:

“Loose Cultivator Han Yu, wishes to experience your esteed moves!”

“Han Yu!”

As he made his appearance, the Reach Profound experts present all turned their gazes towards him, so with scrutiny and doubt.

Because they had never heard of this man, and the only impression of him these past few days was his attentive attitude towards Chen Yuan, which annoyed many, feeling that he was violating the ethics of Jianghu.

Who would have thought that he would team up with the arrogant royal henchman, Chen Yuan?

Kong Zengshan was one of them.

He was previously one of Dong Shi’s supporters, but he had been intimidated by Chen Yuan’s ferocity, not daring to speak out then, but he still felt aggrieved.

“You petty fellows, dare to be fierce, look at how I handle you!” he said.

Not daring to lay a hand on Chen Yuan, could it be he did not dare to act against a naless nobody by his side?

With a low shout, his long sword unsheathed, charging toward Han Yu.

Chen Yuan, watching from the stands, his gaze turned slightly solemn. He had long harbored doubts about Han Yu’s strength, and now he could witness it for himself. He hoped he would not be disappointed.

Chen Yuan was not disappointed. Han Yu won.

He won very convincingly. Just thirty breaths of ti had passed, and he placed his sword at Kong Zengshan’s throat, lightly saying:

“How about that?”

Kong Zengshan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his eyes filled with terror.

He had not expected the previously slighted man to be so strong. His Cultivation was nothing extraordinary, but his strength was extrely formidable, especially the Sword Array he displayed alone, so solid it was terrifying.

He tried all ans, but failed to break through.

As the opponent’s Sword Array shifted, dozens of Sword Qi surged directly towards him, quickly leading to his defeat.

“Brother Han, please spare my life, I’ve lost,” Kong Zengshan conceded.

Han Yu nodded. He flicked his long sword, releasing a Sword Qi that pierced through Kong Zengshan’s Dantian, crippling his Cultivation.

Then, turning around, he looked at the crowd on the high platform, mirroring Kong Zengshan’s previous words:

“Which fellow daoist is willing to challenge next?”

At this mont, everyone was silent.

With the strength Han Yu had just demonstrated, apart from a few individuals, no one was his match, and he also earned a sideways glance from Chen Yuan.

He had not misjudged. Although Han Yu’s Cultivation was only at the early stages of Heavenly Elent, his strength was already approaching the late stages of Reach Profound, at the level of martial artists from the Heavenly Palace.

Had he not broken through before, facing Han Yu’s Sword Array, he might not have been able to win quickly and could have wasted so ti, and this… was already quite extraordinary.

“Valley Master Ouyang, may I take this sword?” Han Yu asked after seeing no one else coming forward, directing his gaze towards Ouyang Zhi.

“Brother Han, it’s yours for the taking,” replied Ouyang Zhi with a smile, nodding. However, his eyes also flashed a hint of shock as he looked at Han Yu, not anticipating that Brother Han’s strength would be so formidable.

Probably after the Divine Weapon Conference, he would rank within the top fifty of the Hidden Dragon List!

“Good.”

Han Yu beckoned with one hand, and the distant Spirit Sword fell straight into his grasp. He pulled out the long sword; it emitted a cold light, with a faint Spirit within.

He reseated himself and replaced the Spirit Sword with the precious sword he had before, carrying it on his back.

“Brother Han’s strength is extraordinary. It’s likely that in a few days, you’ll rise to the Hidden Dragon List,” remarked Chen Yuan.

“Brother Chen flatters , it’s just a modest amount of strength,” Han Yu responded with the sa attitude as before, not showing any sign of arrogance, because he knew Chen Yuan’s strength was even more terrifying!

Ouyang Zhi did not step down but continued saying:

“Next, the Fiery Sun Saber. Gentlen, please!”

After these words, the hall fell silent. At that mont, everyone’s gaze instantly focused on Chen Yuan and Yun Han, for they had heard that these two were set for a life-and-death battle today.

The Spiritual Weapon was just an extra.

Even, most of the attention today was on their battle, who would erge as the victor?

Since entering Jianghu, Chen Yuan had never been defeated, at worst tied, acknowledged as being unparalleled in talent over the past few decades, his actions even more fierce and ruthless, easily obliterating families and sects.