Daoist Competition

Bai Kechuan’s experience in fighting compared to Zhang Yan is not as distant as heaven and earth, but also extremely far apart. On top of that, he is not very courageous. After being cornered by those ten Divided Light Sword Shadows, considering his life, he didn’t dare to cross the Thunder Pool.

Yet he knew that continuing like this was not a solution. His Protective Treasure Clothes needed a constant infusion of Mana to protect his body. Zhang Yan didn’t even need to make a move; once his Mana was exhausted, he would end up defeated and dead.

He originally wanted to use the Chenhu Card to sweep away those ten close sword lights. However, whenever the Four Qi pillars hit down, although they knocked them aside each time, those sword lights would only rotate around to the perimeter and return, unable to be chased away.

In his anxiety, he glanced over and saw Zhang Yan had already swept away his fellow disciples. At this moment, Zhang Yan turned around and was heading this way.

Fear gripped his heart; he dared not let him approach. He immediately activated a spell, forcing Spirit Light from the Chenhu Card that slightly enlarged in an instant, merging into one, as a glistening wave-like pillar fell down. But this time, it wasn’t aimed at Zhang Yan but instead shrouded himself.

Under the protection of this Dharma Treasure, his Heart and Spirit settled slightly. He looked toward Zhang Yan, lowered his posture a bit, and reluctantly forced out a smile, saying, "Esteemed Daoist, today was merely a misunderstanding. You’ve already dealt with my fellow disciples, which should have relieved some of your anger. How about this, as compensation those Dharma Treasures can serve as an apology, and let’s halt our fight and cease the battle now, what do you think?"

Zhang Yan saw that he was guarding himself faithfully and thus didn’t approach, instead standing with hands behind his back in the clouds, saying casually, "Today you came in pursuit to capture me, letting you return like this, would seem I’m too easily bullied?"

Ever since Bai Kechuan began Cultivation, everything had been smooth for him. When had he ever been humbled like this? Listening to these words, anger and shame stirred in his heart, unable to bear it, he clenched his fists and cursed, "You Daoist, don’t push your luck. I am a Divine Altar Disciple of the Lie Xuan Sect, offering incense before the Ancestor master belongs to me. My teacher Pang Yuzhong is a Nascent Soul True Master. If you capture me, neither my mentor nor the sect elders will let you off."

Zhang Yan observed him as strong outside but weak inside, laughing, "Now that you’re in front of me, even if your teacher’s cultivation were ten times higher, what could he do to me?"

Bai Kechuan’s breath froze. His personality was fickle, and considering his current plight, his eyes revealed some anxiety. Yet with an obstinate heart, he refused to lower his head, shouting sternly, "You think you’re certain to win against me?"

Bai Kechuan bit the tip of his tongue until it bled, spitting upwards, spraying Essence Blood that instantly stained the Chenhu Card.

The card, gaining strength from the Essence Blood, trembled suddenly, emitting dozens of brilliant flame lights, growing to ten feet high. The Four Qi transformed, spreading, and falling, its momentum now several times fiercer than before.

Smirking, Zhang Yan said, "Your Dharma Treasure may have some qualities, yet breaking it isn’t difficult for me."

Without noticeable movement, he lightly shrugged his shoulders, and behind him, a misty green light rose, limitless in its vitality. As it rose, it collided with the Four Qi light. At the rumbling sound, radiant streams scattered, and all elements of water, fire, wind, and thunder dispersed, with the green light soon clipped away slightly.

Seeing Zhang Yan confront his mighty Dharma Treasure head-on, Bai Kechuan showed a pleased expression, secretly thinking, "What an ignorant wild Daoist, if you persist in dodging I truly cannot deal with you, but since you charged in, let me show you the power of my mentor’s bestowed Dharma Treasure."

However, his joy didn’t last long; his face began to change.

Although the Four Qi radiance fell like hail, regardless of how hard he exerted himself, he couldn’t destroy the green radiance, whereas his opponent seemed like grass on the plains, endlessly regrowing, boundless and ceaseless.

Smiling slightly, Zhang Yan thought, Bai Kechuan may appear imposing, as if holding the upper hand, but his forceful stance won’t last long. As soon as this round of attacks ends, he’ll be defeated.

The Chenhu Card, though extremely powerful, had its force determined by the Mana of its holder. Within a few moments, Bai Kechuan felt fatigue overwhelming him.

Seeing his Dharma Treasure failing against Zhang Yan, his fighting spirit took a huge blow, giving rise to despair, inevitably begging again. But this time, Zhang Yan pretended not to hear and ignored him.