Chapter 2101 - 2099: Mountain-Shaking Ninefold Blade

Chapter 2101: Chapter 2099: Mountain-Shaking Ninefold Blade

Never concede defeat even in loss.

Even if he couldn’t beat that Feng Yang, Yang Dian reluctantly had to admit it. But for Feng Yang to casually send out a servant and speak such words was blatant contempt and provocation.

Yang Dian would never back down.

Yang Dian smirked disdainfully, disregarding Yang Feixue, and instead stared at Li Feng, saying, "You said it. If I injure or kill your servant later, don’t deny it."

Li Feng looked at Yang Dian, chuckled softly, "In front of so many witnesses, if I go back on my word, I’d only be slapping my own face."

"So, feel free to unleash all your strength on me, don’t hold back for my sake."

Yang Dian listened to Li Feng’s "mockery" and snorted coldly, "I won’t hold back even if you didn’t say."

With that said, Yang Dian suddenly turned to face Yang Feixue, "Prepare yourself. I’ll knock your teeth out."

The person opposite was only a little older than him, with a rebellious face and arrogant eyes, just like Feng Yang, deserving a beating.

Moreover, the opponent’s aura was unstable, perhaps due to a recent breakthrough or an error in cultivation causing unstable conditions. For the Fengyang Sect to send such a person to deal with him was clearly intentional humiliation.

He not only had to win but win beautifully, thoroughly crushing the opponent beneath his feet, and then see what Feng Yang would say.

Thinking, Yang Dian turned and walked towards the open ground nearby. The wine daoist watching squinted his eyes, not speaking to stop them.

"Yang Dian is a bit impulsive today."

A noble from Ancestor Dragon City sighed.

Tang Lin countered, "Is it the first time you know him? His straightforward nature, no persuading him once he sets his mind, nine oxen couldn’t pull him back. Feng Yang defeated his Shaking Mountain Camp with the first three blades, leaving him quite disgraced."

"If he doesn’t reclaim this dignity, can he still be Yang Sanlang, who’s willing to risk his life? Let him fight. If he doesn’t vent this anger, I’m afraid his future cultivation would be flawed."

"Moreover, his opponent looks unstable in aura, of average strength, just right to serve as a punching bag."

Tang Lin didn’t stop it because Feng Yang was not the one fighting; otherwise, it wouldn’t be revenge but self-inflicted humiliation.

Others heard this and unanimously focused on Yang Feixue, agreeing with Tang Lin’s analysis.

The stronger one’s strength, the natural aura would emerge unless they reached the return-to-void level. But at that level, though the aura returns to its essence, they become transcendent, simply described as floating like immortal energy.

In general, a strong aura cannot be concealed, only changing outwardly or inwardly.

Elsewhere.

Yang Feixue also walked to face Yang Dian, raising his eyes to look at his kin, defiantly saying, "Camp Master of the Shaking Mountain Camp, you must be practicing the Yang Family Blade."

"I’ll let you strike three times first."

"Bring it on."

Yang Dian looked at the defiant face across from him, snorted coldly, "Ha, letting me strike three times, that’s bold of you, fear you can’t even withstand one blade of mine."

Yang Feixue laughed, "Ha, are all Yang Family Blades as talkative as you? If so, no wonder you lost so embarrassingly."

Yang Dian clearly raised his bushy brows, anger surged, "What do you know to dare comment on my Yang Family Blade."

Yang Feixue laughed coldly, "I said so, now strike me."

Yang Dian burst with fury, "Good, very good, you’ve successfully angered me." Before his words settled, his Shaking Mountain Technique frantically circulated within, Golden Core Power spreading through his body, finally condensing on the blade in his hands.

A surge of majestic Sword Energy resonated on the blade. Yang Dian raised his sword as if lifting a mountain.

Then he slashed at Yang Feixue. Instantly, the wind pressure of this blade’s Sword Energy loomed over Yang Feixue like Mount Tai.

Yang Dian’s blade descended like a mountain tipping down, Yang Feixue drew his sword to bear it. The dense Sword Energy directly fractured the ground beneath Yang Feixue’s feet, creating a dirt pit, lowering Yang Feixue a notch in height.

The front and back of Yang Feixue, Sword Energy penetrated the ground, ripping a fissure, while the blade pressure formed a vacuum in the air, and the compressed air beneath struck the ground around Yang Feixue like an air hammer.

In an instant, the ground boomed downward, surface fissures appearing with cracks.

At the blade’s end.

Yet Yang Dian didn’t stop after one slash, utilizing blade momentum, spinning his body. After a 360-degree turn, Yang Dian swung single-handedly, blade aura rising further.

Helical Slash.

Sword Energy as before, looming like Mount Tai again.

"Yikes, Yang Dian truly holds nothing back, Mountain Nine Layers." A noble took a deep breath.

"Mountain Nine Layers, Shaking Mountain Technique’s profound meaning, Mountain Formation Nine Layers, each layer riskier than the last, continually stacking. Using the Yang Family Blade’s heaviness and aura, each subsequent layer’s blade momentum doubles on the previous, forming a relentless wave-like offensive."

"It’s said that upon striking the Ninth Layer Blade, the blade’s momentum can cleave a kilometer-high mountain flat."

"Yes, but Yang Dian’s strength probably can’t unleash the full Mountain Nine Layers yet."

"Even three layers are formidable enough, strong enough to kill above rank. His opponent dares to let three blades, that’s arrogance beyond measure."

Second blade landed amidst conversation, its strong Sword Energy burying half of Yang Feixue’s body in dirt. Surrounding pits couldn’t withstand Sword Energy, crushed to powder, then the soil turned into sand, blown everywhere by fierce winds.

Before the blade’s power subsided, Yang Dian’s third blade followed closely, Shaking Mountain Technique·Mountain Nine Layers. These layers of blade momentum linked seamlessly, like waves crashing, leaving no time for adjustment. If you couldn’t catch a breath, you’d end up heavily injured by Sword Energy.

Boom.

The third blade landed, a breath ago Yang Feixue had been standing, now buried entirely, the pit like a dug grave, ready to be leveled, marked by a gravestone as a tomb.

After three blades.

Yang Dian spun back and sheathed his blade, slashing thrice rapidly with satisfaction, venting all accumulated anger.

As blade pressure dissipated, scattered strong winds slowly faded, the ground powdered sand settled down.

"Truly brutal, buried the person entirely."

A noble watched, clicking his tongue.

Yang Dian sheathed his blade but didn’t look at the pit, instead provocatively looked at Li Feng, unable to fully exert Mountain Nine Layers’ profound meaning yet. When he could, slaying gods blocking his way, buddhas too.

Li Feng saw Yang Dian’s gaze, smiling slightly.

"It’s not quite over yet, is it?"