Chapter 207: The Holy Land Successor is Actually a Man-Hater? (1)

[A/N: We are just a few more golden tickets away from reaching another milestone!!]

Jian Chen stood in the center of the square, his posture as upright as a pine tree. Although the ancient sword on his back remained unsheathed, the clanging of swords already echoed from the Void, and the piercing Sword Intent made the surrounding air feel several degrees colder.

As a Holy Son, he possessed the Immortal Spiritual Sword Body, and his understanding of the Dao of the Sword far surpassed his peers. His strength was firmly ranked in the top three among the ten Great Holy Sons and Saintesses, giving him the capital to be arrogant.

"The Immortal Spiritual Sword Body truly lives up to its reputation; Senior Brother Jian Chen’s Sword Intent is becoming increasingly pure and sharp."

"Indeed, a Saint Realm at such a young age. Looking across the entire Desolate Heaven Immortal Domain, he could probably rank in the top hundred of the younger generation."

"That successor may be strong, but thinking Senior Brother Jian Chen can’t even take one strike is perhaps a bit too overconfident."

"Just watch, Senior Brother Jian Chen has mastered the true inheritance of the ’Supreme Sword Scripture.’ Its power is boundless; he will definitely be able to block this strike, and might even make that successor see him in a new light."

The crowd buzzed with discussion, most of them having confidence in Jian Chen.

After all, the combination of the Immortal Spiritual Sword Body and the "Supreme Sword Scripture" was extremely prestigious in the Taiyi Holy Land and even the Desolate Heaven Immortal Domain.

Jian Chen took a deep breath. Facing Ji Siyu’s unfathomable icy coldness, he did not dare to be the least bit negligent.

Saintly power surged within his body, and every pore seemed to erupt with fine Sword Qi. A hazy and massive sword-shaped Dharma Image slowly condensed behind him.

Although not completely materialized, the intent to cleave the heavens already made the hearts of countless Disciples tremble.

"Supreme Sword Scripture, Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Ancestor - Defensive Stance!"

Jian Chen shouted low and formed hand seals. The sword-shaped Dharma Image behind him shone brightly, and countless streams of Sword Qi flowed like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, weaving into an airtight, brilliant sword shield in front of him.

Radiance flowed with natural Dao rhythms; its defensive power could be called the Peak of his level.

At the very moment his defense took shape, Ji Siyu on the high platform moved.

She made no extra movements, not even taking out any weapon. She simply pointed her fingers like a sword and made a casual swipe in Jian Chen’s direction.

"Buzz!"

A cold sword beam shot out from her fingers!

At first, it was as thin as a hair, but in an instant, it surged into a heaven-shaking streak of light spanning the sky.

The sword beam displayed an extreme deep blue color, as if it were condensed from eternal, unmelting profound ice and the starlight from the Nine Heavens.

Wherever the sword beam passed, space let out an overburdened wail, torn open with a clear mark. A bone-chilling cold swept out, making the Disciples who were closer feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, their blood nearly freezing.

"What?"

"What terrifying Sword Intent!"

"Is this really just a casual strike?"

Feeling the destructive power and bone-chilling cold contained within that strike.

The anticipation on the faces of the crowd instantly turned to horror. Many Disciples with weaker cultivation turned pale and instinctively retreated.

Being the primary target, Jian Chen’s expression changed abruptly the moment the sword beam approached.

The sword heart he was so proud of wavered like a candle in the wind before this cold sword beam.

It was an absolute crushing defeat in terms of level!

"Block it for me!"

Jian Chen roared, pouring his entire body’s saintly power into the sword shield before him without reservation. The sword-shaped Dharma Image also emitted a piercing light, intending to clash head-on.

"Boom!"

A world-shaking explosion erupted over the square!

The blue-white cold sword beam collided violently with the brilliant Supreme Sword Shield. The violent energy shockwave spread like a tsunami, kicking up dust everywhere and shattering the white marble slabs on the ground inch by inch.

However, the expected stalemate did not occur.

Ji Siyu’s seemingly casual strike contained a terrifying power that could destroy anything in its path.

The Supreme Sword Shield that Jian Chen had built with all his strength lasted for less than a breath’s time. With a crisp cracking sound, it was filled with spider-web-like cracks and then shattered completely.

The sword beam’s momentum did not slow down. Although its power was slightly weakened, it still carried a heart-palpitating coldness as it struck Jian Chen’s natal ancient sword, which he had hastily held in front of him, and the Dharma Image behind him.

"Poof!"

The Dharma Image shattered instantly. Jian Chen felt as if he had been struck by lightning; he spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying like a broken kite, crashing heavily onto the ground dozens of yards away.

The light on the ancient sword in his hand dimmed, letting out bursts of mournful cries.

Silence!

Everyone’s eyes widened, looking at this scene in disbelief.

Even someone as strong as Jian Chen, who possessed the Immortal Spiritual Sword Body and used the defensive stance of the Supreme Sword Scripture, could not even take one casual strike from Ji Siyu.

A moment later, a deafening uproar suddenly broke out.

"One strike! It really was just one strike!"

"Senior Brother Jian Chen lost? He lost so completely!"

"My god, what level has this successor’s strength actually reached?"

"So strong! No wonder the Holy Lord values her so much and established her as the future successor."

"With such elegance and strength, I am thoroughly convinced!"

Exclamations, praise, and awe intertwined. When everyone looked at the white-clothed figure on the high platform again, their gazes had completely changed, filled with shock and submission.

Those Holy Sons and Saintesses who were originally somewhat unconvinced also had slight changes in their expressions, the wariness in their eyes deepening.

They asked themselves, if it were them, could they take this strike?

The answer made their hearts heavy.

In the crowd, the corner of Chen Chuan’s mouth curled into an imperceptible arc.

Thinking of having designs on his Divine Emperor wife?

This is the consequence!

At the same time, he secretly clicked his tongue: "The speed at which my wife’s cultivation is improving is too terrifying. It’s even faster than me, who has a cheat. As expected of a Divine Emperor’s reincarnation."

Jian Chen struggled to crawl up from the ground, his face pale and his Aura withered.

He glanced at Ji Siyu on the high platform, who remained as cold as snow. A hint of complexity flashed in his eyes—shock, unwillingness, but mostly a dejection from recognizing reality.

He difficultly cupped his hands, said nothing, and silently retreated to the side, taking a Medicinal Pill to begin healing.

After this defeat, the slight burning desire he had for Ji Siyu was completely extinguished.

At this time, another figure walked out gracefully; it was a woman dressed in a water-blue long dress.

She had a cool temperament and exquisite beauty. She was Nangong Wan, ranked second in strength among the ten Holy Sons and Saintesses, possessing the Profound Nether Spirit Body with a cultivation level already at the eighth level of the Saint Realm.

Seeing Nangong Wan step forward, everyone perked up again.

"It’s Senior Sister Nangong! She’s taking action!"

"Senior Sister Nangong’s Profound Nether Spirit Body and ’Profound Nether Holy Son Art’ are peerless in power. Her strength is a notch higher than Senior Brother Jian Chen’s. Perhaps she can force out more of the successor’s strength."

"Exactly, I’m looking forward to Senior Sister Nangong’s performance."

Nangong Wan walked into the field and nodded slightly to Ji Siyu: "Nangong Wan requests your guidance."

Ji Siyu’s gaze fell on Nangong Wan, still using that eternally unchanging cold tone: "Take one strike from me."

Hearing this familiar request, everyone felt a wave of emotion.

This successor is truly concise and consistent in style.

Nangong Wan’s brows furrowed slightly. Ji Siyu’s indifferent tone made her feel as if she were being looked down upon.

She took a deep breath and said, unwilling to show weakness, "I am not Jian Chen. I hope you will use your full strength."

Upon hearing this, a cold light flickered in Ji Siyu’s eyes as she responded coldly, "If I use my full strength, you will lose your life."

"Whoa!"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was another uproar all around.

The confidence and assertiveness in these words were simply suffocating.

Nangong Wan’s pretty face flushed red, and the feeling of defiance in her heart grew even stronger.

She said no more; she would only use her strength to prove that she was worthy of the other party’s full effort.

"Please advise!"

Nangong Wan gave a soft shout, and the "Profound Nether Holy Son Art" within her body operated at full capacity.

An extremely cold Aura, seemingly from the Nine Nether Lands, erupted. Unlike Ji Siyu’s starlight coldness, her cold Qi was more feminine and bone-corroding.