The leader's attitude was slightly better.
The other few almost all looked at Yang Yan with sideways glances, the disdain in their eyes utterly evident.
This is actually normal.
Any man of spirit would feel greatly insulted if provoked like this.
Especially for these geniuses who entered Ancient Abyss Sect as Inner Sect disciples?!
"Are you ready?"
The steward of the first platform, who had never asked this question, asked Yang Yan before the match began.
"I'm ready."
Yang Yan nodded.
This biased scene from the steward, in the eyes of a few, made them even more furious.
After Yang Yan nodded, nine flashed past and surrounded him in a ring on the vast number one platform.
"Then let's begin! Wind and Fire Wheel!"
One of the disciples shouted loudly, and a half-human-high arc of fla appeared in front of him.
"Slash!"
The fire wheel spun rapidly, suddenly adding a gust of wind.
The fire borrowed the wind's power, becoming even mightier!
"Offended!"
After one person began, the other eight disciples launched their attacks.
At this ti, naturally no one cared about disdain or unfairness anymore.
Anyway, it was Yang Yan's own fault, no wonder they were attacking.
For a mont, several astonishingly powerful magic techniques bombarded Yang Yan.
Moreover, two disciples relied on their body techniques to follow closely behind these magic techniques, seemingly wanting to defeat Yang Yan with their fists and feet.
This was an outright humiliation!
Cultivators cultivate the Dao.
Daoist techniques and magic are their strengths.
Otherwise, do you think they fight like ordinary people with their fists and feet?
Then what's the point of cultivating Dao!
This kind of array directly stunned tens of thousands of disciples below the stage.
Is this a battle of life and death?
Coming up so relentlessly...
Most of them thought that these Inner Sect disciples, considering their identities, would sowhat show restraint.
At most, they would take turns in a battle of attrition against Yang Yan.
Unexpectedly, they all ca together!
Co on!
The more fiercely they co, the more fun it is.
Facing the magic techniques encircling him from all sides, Yang Yan not only didn't show the slightest panic but gently curled his lips into a smile.
He laughed, the smile so relaxed.
He stood motionless, seemingly ready to take on these magic techniques with his body.
At this mont, even the two elders had widened their eyes, ready to intervene and rescue at any ti.
This was Ancient Abyss Sect's Celestial Flood Dragon Saint Body!
If he died or sothing happened in their presence, the Sect Leader and Ancestral Master wouldn't even need to step in—they'd have to cripple their own cultivation and fall to re mortals.
However, a secret law began to rotate around Yang Yan.
The space mysteriously beca sowhat illusory, seemingly twisting.
The nine Inner Sect disciples closest felt it most deeply.
However, everyone focused and rely assud they were witnessing a mirage.
In the eyes of those watching, seven imnsely powerful magic techniques collided fiercely with Yang Yan.
Then suddenly exploded!
The magic techniques collided, directly canceling each other out.
The massive impact of the explosion caused the two Inner Sect disciples who followed closely behind hoping to humiliate Yang Yan with fists and feet to have their breath churn.
Had they not firmly supported their protective shields, they would likely have been severely injured by their own comrades.
"Where is he?!"
"What's happening?"
"No, he's right there!"
…
The magic techniques failing to injure Yang Yan and instead colliding for a terrifying explosion stunned everyone.
Looking carefully now, they found Yang Yan still standing in place, calmly watching them.
Though others might not know, the two elders on the high platform had widened their eyes, full of disbelief.
One of them, after three seconds, rubbed his eyes and turned to the other elder:
"Bai Sheng, did I see wrongly? That's... Space Law?!"
The other elder shook his head bitterly and sighed:
"If you've seen wrongly, then I must have too. Even our Ancestral Master can only touch the edges of Space Law!"
At this mont, they both shared one thought:
No wonder he's the Celestial Flood Dragon Saint Body, truly extraordinary!
"Dear Senior Brothers, you are too kind to . Your attacks are too light; they can't hurt ! Though it's just a match, please don't hold back—after all, true strength is shown in combat."
Yang Yan couldn't help but provoke them again with words as he looked at their alternating blue and purple faces.
As if with an unspoken line:
I just love seeing your expressions when you want to hit but can't.
"Kid, don't be arrogant! Watch Summon Celestial Thunder!"
A disciple twisted his face, performing the magic technique.
The sky cooperatively conjured a large mass of dark clouds, rolling thunder deafening.
"Summon Nine Heavens Divine Thunder!"
An ordinary Qi Cultivation stage of seven, naturally couldn't summon any Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.
But it was certainly thunder.
While just ordinary Celestial Thunder, it was thick as a barrel, quite terrifying.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"
Several Celestial Thunders fell, electrical arcs danced, thunder rumbling.
Other disciples quickly scattered, desperately wanting to avoid it.
Lightning is a thing—if it strikes, you're either burned to a crisp or charred inside and out. No one likes inviting it.
Of course, Yang Yan didn't want to try.
After the last erratic silver snake faded in the air, everyone saw him unhard.
Just standing there calmly, still with the previous smile.
"Wow!"
The crowd was amazed imdiately, followed by discussions.
"Is he a deity? Why is he unhard?"
"How can he be like a deity? Only level-three sects have ever produced flying immortals!"
"What magic technique did Yang Yan use? Why have I never heard of it?!"
"If you'd heard of it, you wouldn't be a Nad Disciple!"
…
The audience was in shock, while Yang Yan was quite at ease.
"Senior Brothers, have you had enough?"
He asked slowly.
The nine Inner Sect disciples looked at each other, all showing helplessness and confusion.
They started with their most powerful magic techniques, though not their ultimate moves, they represented their true abilities.
Yet after their barrage of magic techniques, Yang Yan remained unhard.
How could they continue to fight?
One disciple unwillingly stepped forward, his nostrils flaring to express his disdain for Yang Yan.
"Yang Yan, though I don't know what magic technique you used, even if we can't strike you, so what? I imagine you can't strike us either in such a state."
"If you dare attack, you will surely lose! If not, it's just a draw! Is that what you're after—a draw?"
Yang Yan blinked knowingly and coldly asked:
"Oh, really? But what if I not only strike you but also win?"
"Impossible!"
The sa disciple didn't hesitate and cried out.
Yang Yan imdiately laughed.
The brilliant smile was like sunshine, causing several female disciples to cover their left chest and blush slightly.
Then, Yang Yan rose from the ground, standing proudly in the air, looking down at the few below.
At the mont of ascending, everyone could see that Yang Yan's previously sowhat illusory figure had distinctly beco more real!
"This move is my own creation, listen clearly, this move is known as—Azure Vault First Technique, Shattering Heaven!"
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