Chapter 154: The Might of the Ancient Sword

Whoosh!

From the depths of the crater, a figure transformed into a streak of sword light and soared into the sky.

"Elder Zhou, you are celebrating far too early!"

In mid-air, Mo Yongjian stood upright, completely unscathed!

Zhou Wenhai's heart suffered a violent jolt!

How could this brat be completely unharmed?!

He should have been severely injured!

"Young Mo, do not push yourself. Our duel has concluded, and this old man will not strike at you again."

Zhou Wenhai was terrified!

If the fight continued, he had absolute zero confidence in his ability to defeat Mo Yongjian.

Zhou Wenhai was acting rather shamelessly.

Clearly failing to win, he pretended to be magnanimous and called off the fight.

Anyone with discerning eyes could easily see through it.

"Since you will not attack, admit defeat immediately."

Mo Yongjian replied coldly.

"Elder Zhou, hurry up and concede," a young man echoed.

"Indeed, Elder Zhou, there is no shame in losing to Brother Mo. Just admit defeat."

"Haha, earlier someone claimed they would defeat Brother Mo with a single palm strike. Why are they turning coward now?"

Several youths below spoke loudly, deliberately provoking Zhou Wenhai.

Zhou Wenhai's face flushed crimson, veins bulging across his forehead.

He finally realized that if he did not thoroughly suppress this brat today, he would likely become a permanent laughingstock.

With no other choice, he had to bite the bullet and step up once more.

"There is simply no reasoning with you youngsters. Since you wish to fight, this elder shall grant you one final chance.

"A single strike decides the outcome!"

Zhou Wenhai had already made up his mind to execute one last move.

As for whether Mo Yongjian would be wounded or killed, that was no longer his concern!

"Very well, that suits me fine!" Mo Yongjian agreed instantly.

"Make your move then!" Zhou Wenhai deliberately assumed the imposing posture of a seasoned senior.

"Elder Zhou, since you said a single strike decides the outcome, I will hold nothing back!"

Ancient, primitive sword-shaped runes flickered across Mo Yongjian's body.

Clang!

The ringing of a sword, as if echoing from the primordial era, fell upon everyone's ears.

"Sword of Primordial Desolation!"

The next moment, Mo Yongjian transformed entirely into an ancient sword, plunging toward Zhou Wenhai with unstoppable, majestic momentum.

"This!"

Zhou Wenhai's eyes widened in horror.

That ancient sword locked his body in place, its overwhelming sword qi piercing straight through his soul.

Down below, even Xia Jiuhuan could not help but nod in approval.

"This kid Mo Yongjian is not bad at all; he has secretly comprehended a fraction of the primeval sword Dao."

Xia Jiuhuan smiled, as Mo Yongjian's performance had even exceeded his expectations.

"Young Master, if this person can stay by your side and continue to receive your guidance, his future achievements might surpass the Sword Master level." Li Luoyan also recognized Mo Yongjian's immense potential.

"Hehe," Xia Jiuhuan chuckled. "Judging by his overall aptitude, I might just cultivate him into a Sword Emperor."

"A Sword Emperor!"

Li Luoyan gasped in astonishment.

She had once been a Sword Emperor herself, yet compared to a true Sword Emperor, she was light-years apart.

She was not even qualified to catch a glimpse of a Sword Emperor's shadow!

"Surprised?" Xia Jiuhuan raised an eyebrow.

"Mm!" Li Luoyan nodded without hesitation.

"There is no need to be. Your future will not be inferior to his. Moreover, the Sword Emperor I speak of is not the same realm you are imagining," Xia Jiuhuan said.

Indeed, Li Luoyan was merely a Sword Emperor of a minor world, with extremely limited comprehension.

Whereas the Sword Emperor Xia Jiuhuan referred to was one of the vast heavens and myriad worlds; the two were incomparable.

"Luoyan understands."

Li Luoyan harbored not the slightest doubt regarding Xia Jiuhuan's words, and anticipation surged endlessly within her heart at the prospect of one day becoming a Sword Emperor!

"Brat! This old man concedes!"

Feeling the terrifying aura of that ancient sword, Zhou Wenhai could no longer care about pride or face.

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

The ferocious ancient sword had already descended right above his head.

Left with no choice, Zhou Wenhai had to unleash his full strength to fend off the incoming ancient sword.

Boom!

Burning the vital blood within his body, he swung his staff with all his might.

Crack!

Upon impact, a sea of flames spread outward.

Bang!

The very next instant.

The blazing fire staff in Zhou Wenhai's grasp shattered on the spot.

"Puff!"

A mouthful of blood spewed wildly from Zhou Wenhai's mouth.

His body was forcefully slammed down toward the ground.

Rumble!

Sand and stones flew everywhere, dust filling the sky.

"Elder!"

Upon witnessing this scene, members of the Zhou family immediately rushed forward to inspect his condition.

Bang, bang, bang...

However, the flying shards of rock blasted numerous people backward.

"What terrifying power!"

The onlookers could not help exclaiming in awe.

Mere flying debris alone was enough to send several practitioners at the peak of the Mortal Realm flying.

Just how terrifying must the attack endured by the elder have been!

After a moment, as the chaos subsided, the Zhou family members dared to step forward once more.

They dragged Zhou Wenhai out from a deep crater in the ground.

At this moment, Zhou Wenhai's hands were reduced to a bloody pulp, and the bones throughout his entire body had been shattered by the immense force.

Even his aura had grown exceptionally faint, indicating severe injuries.

Without timely treatment, he would likely lose his old life.

The Zhou family members hurriedly administered healing elixir to Zhou Wenhai to preserve his life.

"Brother Mo, well done!"

"Brother Mo is truly formidable, we are deeply impressed!"

"Splendid! Brother Mo has truly saved face for our eldest brother today! Let's see who dares to look down on Big Brother again!"

The group of youths cheered jubilantly.

Even Zhou Tao from the Zhou family clapped gently, displaying evident delight.

"You ungrateful dog! Your third grand-uncle is injured to this extent, yet you are still applauding an outsider, you beast!" An elder of the Zhou family felt an urge to choke Zhou Tao to death.

"Heh heh, Third Grand-uncle isn't going to die," Zhou Tao replied with a thick-skinned smile. "Let me tell you, the reason Mo Yongjian has the strength he has today is entirely thanks to Big Brother Xia's guidance. Do you still oppose me following Big Brother Xia now?"

The several elders of the Zhou family fell into deep thought.

"Tao'er, are you speaking the truth? Did Mo Yongjian truly become this powerful solely because of Xia Jiuhuan's guidance?!" the head of the Zhou family asked in a deep voice.

Only then did Zhou Tao turn serious. "Reporting to the Patriarch, every word I speak is true!"

"You brat, I am your father!" The Zhou family head slapped Zhou Tao heavily on the head.

At this moment, the Zhou family patriarch's heart was filled with hesitation as he waited to observe the reactions of the other aristocratic families!

Mo Yongjian descended from the sky, landing before the Zhou family members.

"My deepest apologies, senior predecessors. I lack combat experience, so I accidentally used too much force. I hope you seniors will not hold it against me," Mo Yongjian said, cupping his fists.

"Enough, kid, this cannot be blamed entirely on you!"

The Zhou family members wore grim expressions. In their eyes, Mo Yongjian was not apologizing at all; he was practically slapping the Zhou family across the face.

However, with the other party's ancestor present, and considering this was a consented duel, the Zhou family naturally dared not flare up.

Mo Yongjian said nothing further and walked straight toward his own ancestor.

As he drew closer, he noticed that his ancestor remained completely motionless, as if petrified.

Two trails of cloudy tears slowly leaked from the old ancestor's dimmed eyes.

"Yongjian, just now... was that the atavistic ancient sword physique?!"

Spotting Mo Yongjian, the old ancestor grabbed his shoulders in intense agitation.

"Reporting to Ancestor, under Big Brother Xia's guidance and assistance, this junior managed to roughly comprehend some ancient sword runes and barely managed to awaken the atavistic sword physique."

Mo Yongjian spoke calmly, yet his face radiated a proud demeanor.

This pride stemmed not from his own strength, but entirely from Xia Jiuhuan!