Yang Tian saw this and imdiately strode over to grab the teor, holding it in his arms before jokingly saying, "Yan Lan, your cultivation work needs to be even harder!"
"I... I’m preparing to close up for training." Ji Yanran glanced at Yang Tiandao.
Yang Tian chuckled upon hearing this and quickly flipped over his palm, revealing a secret manual which he handed to Ji Yanran.
"What is this?" Ji Yanran asked curiously.
"The Xuan Girl Sword techniques!" Yang Tianxiao said.
Ji Yanran was stunned upon hearing this.
During this ti, from Ma Yu and Ren Yuan, she had naturally learned of the ancient large sects of this world, among which Yang Tian’s sect, Jiang Lan, hailed from the ancient Purple Mist Martial Arts Sect’s Xuan Nu Sword Sect.
Xuan Girl Sword, the mysterious female sword technique!
Such a similar na—is it the power of the mysterious Xuan Girl Sword technique?
"Exactly! It’s the mystical nature of the Xuan Girl Sword, a practical ability for modern mysterious won."
Yang Tian saw the thoughts stirring within Ji Yanran and imdiately offered his explanation.
As for the origin of the thod, he didn’t elaborate.
Seven heroes were encircled by Yang Tian atop Purple Mist Mountain, but all were killed in battle by Yang Tian.
During that war, the modern Xuan Girl Sect’s female expert Xuan Ling also perished at Yang Tian’s hands.
The origin of this technique was self-evident.
Thus, Yang Tian continued to introduce the thod to Ji Yanran.
"The formula for the Xuan Girl Sword—through all my observations up to now—still shines, perfectly suited for won practicing martial arts. While it appears sowhat crude at first glance, its foundational skills are sufficient to lay a solid base. Before you reach the level of Divine Sense, I’ll prepare a new supernatural feat for you afterward!" Yang Tianxiao said.
Yet still eye-catching?
To Yang Tian, even the ancient sect leaders of grand sects paled in comparison, still appearing sowhat unrefined?
Ji Yanran paused briefly, unsure of what to say.
But Yang Tian spoke truthfully. For those holding mories of Demons, he believed in miraculous feats within the world, such as the formula for the Xuan Girl Sword, elevating it before his eyes.
Of course, these were secrets Yang Tian kept to himself. Even Ji Yanran wasn’t privy to them.
So matters were simply better left unrevealed to avoid harming Ji Yanran.
Just as Ji Yanran delicately accepted the Xuan Nu Secret Manual, Ren Yuan and Ma Yu hurriedly entered the back courtyard.
Upon seeing Yang Tian, Ren Yuan imdiately said, "Master, you’ve returned just in ti. The ruins have appeared!"
"Three Immortals Ruins? What’s that?"
Hearing Ren Yuan’s words, Yang Tian frowned.
But Ren Yuan quickly turned his gaze to David and Alice.
As a cultivator wielding the Demon Sword, Ren Yuan had exceptional sensitivity to breathing techniques.
Thus, with just a glance, Ren Yuan could imdiately tell that both David and Alice were cultivators, and that Alice was the strongest among them at the peak of Heavenly Dao.
But as he laid eyes on David, his expression flickered, as did Ma Yu’s.
They were nearly at legend-level stages, standing just a step away from the peak.
David’s breathing was vastly deeper than anyone else’s, leading Ren Yuan to realize instantly that David was undeniably a godlike powerhouse!
Although one of them might be Yang Tian’s disciple and the other his servant, they were well aware of divine power’s existence—once so vague, but now no longer hidden.
Yet, when truly confronted by godlike power, shock was inevitable.
David’s gaze at these two was indifferent, as though facing insignificant opponents.
Legend-tier pinnacle experts might indeed reign supre in this world, eclipsing most entities.
But godlike power was simply on a different level.
Nonetheless, Ma Yu and Ren Yuan stood firm even when faced with this deity. They guarded themselves but showed no sign of cowardice.
This wasn’t just bravery!
Yang Tian observed silently, even moving to shield Yan Yanran beside him.
After all, Ma Yu and Ren Yuan had never truly confronted great experts since rely establishing their foundations.
Now, facing soone as godlike as David presented a rare opportunity to test both individuals.
David, sensing Yang Tian’s intentions—as one proficient in soul manipulation—easily deciphered them.
So he promptly unleashed a surge of Divine Qi, directly pressuring Ma Yu and Ren Yuan.
A roar!
In re monts, Ma Yu and Ren Yuan felt the imnse pressure of David’s divine aura, causing their feet to sink into the ground.
Still, neither retreated, instead instantly igniting fiery battle spirits.
"Ha!"
Ma Yu, who trained in the Seven-Split Divine Formula, had endured massive fractures of his body’s ridians during his early cultivation, granting him extraordinary resilience.
His icy breath swept forward, seamlessly transitioning into the technique Magic Braking Sign—the deadly seven-split combat maneuver, Magic Boxing!
"Interesting!"
Watching Ma Yu resist submission under his godlike pressure, even initiating an attack first, David smiled unexpectedly and raised a claw.
Boom!
In an instant, punch and claw clashed fiercely.
The gap between divine and legend-tier power was vast, and as a pinnacle godlike force, David’s might was supre.
At their point of contact, Ma Yu’s fist was shredded by David’s claw mid-air, leaving no trace of resistance!
Yet David didn’t continue pressing his advantage.
He sensed a sudden unease—a feeling he couldn’t pinpoint. As a god forged in countless battles, he trusted his instincts and retreated promptly.
Coincidentally, at the mont David withdrew, a flicker of black sword light suddenly glimred at the back of his neck.
Clang!
With a crisp sound, David’s claw intercepted the sword light, his brows furrowing in response.
Had he ignored his intuition, even a half-second’s delay might have left him wounded.
But the master of the sword, Ren Yuan, vanished into the shadows without striking again.
David surveyed his surroundings, spotting places where Ren Yuan’s silhouette could easily disappear.
The crushing sound waves instantly shook the sand and stones, forcing Ren Yuan out of his concealnt and onto the ground.
"Magic Yellow Seven-Split Fist!"
At that mont, Ma Yu, initially left vulnerable by David’s attack, roared once more.
David watched calmly, again raising his claw to strike.
The monuntal power difference ant David could nullify any attack with ease.
Of course!
David effortlessly blocked Ma Yu’s assault, but Ma Yu staggered back over ten steps as a result.
Still, David’s attention locked on Ma Yu, detecting sothing unusual.
Ma Yu’s punch strength seed to multiply—surely tenfold heavier than monts before.
"Again!" Ma Yu roared fiercely. "Magic Yellow Seven-Split Fist!"
Despite the ineffective attack, Ma Yu remained undeterred, his next strike following almost imdiately.
"Pointless! How many tis will it be the sa?"
David sneered, extending his razor-like claw, sharp enough to rival legendary weapons.
"Hm? Tenfold heavier again?"
David paused in surprise.
"Once more!"
Ma Yu roared onward, launching successive punches. Within re seconds, he’d already thrown six punches at David.
David’s gaze grew increasingly serious, his aura intensifying as well.
He discovered Ma Yu’s punches were steadily growing heavier—each tenfold stronger than the preceding.
Only six punches in, yet he’d already exerted 20% of his power to deflect them.
Who was David?
A godlike figure at the pinnacle.
Ma Yu lingered rely at a legend-tier peak, separated by an unbridgeable gap.
Today, however, Ma Yu forced David’s strength to rise to 20%, an unprecedented happening in David’s life.
"Perhaps this ti, using 50% power, I’ll finish him in one move!"
Thinking this, David’s claw surged with icy blue light, clearly a preparation for a lethal technique!
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