Chapter 1327 - 1330: Killing the Enemy in One Move

"I, Wan San, challenge Celestial Venerable Asura!"

Sect Leader Wan San of Myriad Swords Sect jumped onto the ring and spoke to Yun Hao.

"Heh, you're not qualified!"

Briefly glancing at Wan San on the ring, Yun Hao shook his head disdainfully.

Arrogant!

Boastful!

So boastful that it knows no bounds!

Ye Wuqing flashed to the edge of the ring, staring intensely at Yun Hao.

In terms of Wan San's power, he still somewhat acknowledged it. Although compared to himself, Wan San was far inferior, he was still very strong.

"Celestial Venerable Asura, since parting at the Land of Trial, it has been quite a while. I wonder if your cultivation has improved, as sharp as your verbal skills are?"

Wan San was a prominent figure in the Upper Realm; who in all of the Upper Realm didn't know the name of Wan San, the Sect Leader of Myriad Swords Sect?

When the reclusive noble Ye Wuqing hid from the world, he shared similar fame and status with Long Zhantian.

He still remembered the day after when Yun Hao, even with the Secret Technique amplifying his cultivation, was no match for Wan San.

Now hearing that a young man who was once easily defeated dared say Wan San was unqualified to challenge him, how could Wan San's heart not stir?

"I won't make a move lightly, but once I do, prepare for death without injury—are you ready?"

Yun Hao spoke slowly, his expression not seeming to joke, looking at Wan San opposite.

Chu Yan and her group looked at Yun Hao at this moment, feeling a touch of unfamiliarity for some reason.

Since Yun Hao's arrival, he hadn't spoken a word to them, nor even glanced at them.

Moreover, at this moment, Yun Hao appeared to have a sense of age, like an elder with many experiences, akin to a sovereign emerging from the river of time and existing with the heavens and earth.

The crowd listened to Yun Hao's gentle question, all feeling a supreme pressure, as if Yun Hao were sitting there like a supreme being.

"Hmph, I'm ready, watch the sword!"

Wan San also felt that uneasy apprehension, but he knew he couldn't falter now and refused to believe he'd lose against Yun Hao.

With a cold snort, Wan San held his longsword, swung it horizontally, and unleashed a fiercely sharp Sword Qi, sweeping boldly toward Yun Hao.

The ferocity of this Sword Qi was felt even by Gu Feng and others standing behind Yun Hao.

Gu Feng, too, wielded a sword, so facing Wan San's Sword Qi, he felt somewhat restless internally.

But Gu Feng knew, given his current cultivation, charging forward would likely result in his demise.

He could feel the power of this sword, akin to the sixth sword of the Heaven-Slaying Seven Swords from Mingjian Pavilion; he couldn't take it!

"Call Wind!"

As the Sword Qi slashed forth, Yun Hao softly shouted, gently fanning his right hand.

Suddenly, a peculiar Qing Feng emerged from behind him. Once it appeared, it scattered Wan San's Sword Qi effortlessly.

Then, the Qing Feng blew toward Wan San on the ring.

When the Qing Feng arrived, the water remained unperturbed...

Yet this breeze, which wouldn't even stir water, blew away Wan San's Sword Qi with ease.

Similarly, when Wan San slashed out Sword Qi again, it remained so powerless, dissipated by the breeze.

Pfft!

When the Qing Feng brushed against him, Wan San spewed a mouthful of blood and his body, like a kite with a broken string, crashed hard backward off the ring, landing at Ye Wuqing's feet.

The crowd looked incredulously at Wan San, only to find that he was already dead, even his Divine Soul was dispersed.

Shock!

Amazement!

What cultivation does Yun Hao have?

To kill the peak Eighth Grade Wan San with just one move!

This level of cultivation...

Could it be...

Could it be the legendary Ninth Grade?

Gasp...

A sound of cold air sucking in rang out, the crowd felt a chill swiftly rise from their feet to their heads, almost making their hair stand on end.

Madness, a freak.

So freakishly powerful!

"Immortal Technique? Why do you have Immortal Technique?"

Ye Wuqing didn't even glance at the deceased Wan San, instead stared unblinkingly at Yun Hao, questioning in disbelief.

"Just an Immortal Technique; why wouldn't I have it?"

Yun Hao snorted disdainfully, looking up at the clear sky, slowly shaking his head.

"Rain Summoning!"

As Yun Hao spoke, a large mass of dark clouds suddenly drifted across the sky, quickly blocking out the sunlight...

Rumble!

The sound of thunder rang out, shaking the surrounding crowd who couldn't help but cover their ears.

It's not that they were petty, but the thunder was so loud it seemed to explode right by their ears.

Who exactly is Yun Hao?

To be able to control the weather!

First, he could call the wind, now he can summon rain and thunder...

Could Yun Hao indeed be a deity?

"I, Long Zhantian, challenge Celestial Venerable Asura!"

Long Zhantian jumped out, his old face demanding death!

Having fought with Wan San for years, Long Zhantian knew the opponent's strength well.

Long Zhantian and Wan San's strengths were very close, and since Wan San couldn't survive a single move from Yun Hao, neither could he.

But as the decision was made, there was no room for compromise. The only relief was that, before Ye Wuqing emerged, Long Zhantian and Wan San joined forces to send Long Fei away.

This way, they avoided Long Fei being killed as well.

Both being Long Fei's grandfather and master, they naturally wouldn't want him involved.

Though they didn't expect Yun Hao's power to increase so quickly, they still knew one thing: the man who once repelled the Upper Realm and attacked the Immortal Realm wouldn't allow them to rampage in the Mortal World.

"Stand back!"

Fortunately, Ye Wuqing knew that even if Long Zhantian fought against Yun Hao, it would only add another corpse, so he stepped forward, speaking softly.

"Celestial Venerable Asura, I challenge your Immortal Technique!"

Ye Wuqing came onto the ring, proudly looking at Yun Hao in the stands opposite.

Whoa!

Suddenly, a torrential rain descended on everyone's heads...

No one was too surprised by the sudden rain, as the dark clouds and thunderclaps had already given them forewarning.

"Make your move!"

Looking at Ye Wuqing on the ring, Yun Hao spoke slowly, still seated, seemingly not intending to stand up.