Chapter 513: Third Uncle, Don’t Tell Me You’re Afraid to Spar?

Chapter 513: Chapter 513: Third Uncle, Don’t Tell Me You’re Afraid to Spar?

Zhou Shilong’s expression changed. ’Third Uncle is only a Martial King, while the Young Master is already a Martial Emperor. I can’t let the Young Master badly injure him!’

’If that happens, Master will never forgive me!’

Zhou Shilong quickly tried to play peacemaker. "Young Master, let’s forget about sparring for now. The guests are already waiting. We should hurry upstairs. There will be time to spar later."

Duan Lang shot Zhou Shilong an irritated glare.

"Zhou Shilong, it’s not your place to speak in front of me and my Third Uncle. Whether we spar is for him to decide! Third Uncle, surely you aren’t afraid of getting hurt? You wouldn’t dare spar with me, would you?"

Cheng Yuan grinned. "Oh, I’m certainly afraid someone will get hurt. But it won’t be me, Nephew. It’ll be you. And if I accidentally injure you, it’ll be hard to explain to Second Brother."

Duan Lang’s expression darkened. "Third Uncle, don’t worry about injuring me! Just use your full strength! As the junior here, I’ll even give you a three-move handicap."

Cheng Yuan could see that Duan Lang was a young man who had never suffered a setback. ’In that case,’ he thought, ’it’s time he experienced one.’

"I don’t need three moves. One will be enough. Prepare yourself, Nephew. If you can withstand a single move from me, I’ll concede."

Cheng Yuan’s words made Duan Lang absolutely livid.

’If Cheng Yuan wasn’t Duan Yanming’s sworn brother, if Duan Yanming hadn’t repeatedly warned him to respect the man, Duan Lang would have beaten that foul mouth of his until it was swollen shut.’

"Fine! Bring it on, Third Uncle! I’m ready!"

Cheng Yuan’s expression turned serious. In a deep voice, he announced, "Celestial Witch Nine Extremes—Duan Jiang!"

BOOM!

The True Essence within Cheng Yuan’s body began to surge like a great river!

A vision materialized before Zhou Shilong, Lin Shaofeng, and Duan Lang!

It was as if a great river, hundreds of meters wide, had appeared out of the void!

And Cheng Yuan himself seemed to transform into an ancient giant, wielding a great blade dozens of meters long!

A blade aura, also dozens of meters long, radiated from the edge of the great blade!

The ancient giant violently swung the long blade in his hand!

SLICE!

The great river was severed!

The terrifying Blade Aura shot straight toward Duan Lang!

WHOOSH!

Cold sweat beaded on Duan Lang’s forehead.

’What kind of Cultivation Technique is this?’

’It’s too terrifying!’

The Blade Aura of Duan Jiang was simply too shocking, too domineering!

Just from the aftershocks of the Blade Aura, Zhou Shilong could barely take it, stumbling back several steps with a deathly pale face.

Zhou Shilong was absolutely certain that if he were the one facing Duan Jiang, he would now be a corpse.

’There would be no escape!’

Zhou Shilong stared at Cheng Yuan in utter terror. ’I thought Third Uncle just had great potential,’ he thought, ’I never imagined his actual combat strength was this terrifying!’

Lin Shaofeng was in an even worse state. He fell right on his rear, and if he hadn’t just relieved himself, he probably would have pissed his pants in fear.

Under the pressure of the Blade Aura that was dozens of meters long, Duan Lang’s knees buckled, and he nearly fell to the ground.

But the pride of the Heir of Dali would not allow him to kneel!

Duan Lang stumbled back several steps, struggling to keep his balance.

Just staying on his feet exhausted all his strength. He had no power left to resist and could only watch helplessly as the Blade Aura closed in on his head.

Duan Lang’s mind went blank.

’Am I going to die?’

’No!’

’I can’t die!’

’I am the greatest genius of the Dali Duan Dynasty!’

’Even in the Five Great Holy Lands, a genius like me is a rarity!’

"Six Swords Attack Simultaneously!"

Duan Lang roared, channeling all the True Essence in his body!

It had to be said, Duan Lang truly was a genius.

Under the immense pressure of Duan Jiang, he broke through his limits and successfully executed Six Swords Attack Simultaneously for the very first time.

Six dazzling pillars of light erupted from his fingertips!

Each pillar of light was a Divine Sword!

Six Swords Attack Simultaneously was not as simple as merely firing six swords!

The six swords worked in concert, their power increasing exponentially.

Countless Sword Auras seemed to fill the void.

Zhou Shilong, watching from the side, had tears welling up in his eyes as he roared, "The Crown Prince is incredible! He’s finally mastered Six Swords Attack Simultaneously! From now on, the Young Master will be the true authority in the Dali Duan Dynasty!"

Six Swords Attack Simultaneously was the most difficult technique of the Six Meridian Divine Sword, requiring both immense True Essence and powerful Spiritual Power.

Legend had it that only one who mastered Six Swords Attack Simultaneously was qualified to even glimpse the realm of a Martial Saint.

Duan Lang’s face was also flushed with excitement. ’I did it! I actually did it!’

’I’m finally qualified to become a Martial Saint!’

"Break!!!"

Duan Lang roared, channeling his True Essence to its absolute limit!

The six Divine Swords soared upward, radiating a terrifying divine might!

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Six crisp chimes echoed throughout the entire White Palace.

A brilliant white light erupted from the point of impact between the six swords and the Blade Aura.

Duan Lang and Zhou Shilong stared with feverish eyes at the point of collision.

In their minds, Six Swords Attack Simultaneously would surely shatter the Blade Aura in an instant.

However, to their astonishment, the six Sword Auras were nothing before the colossal Blade Aura. They didn’t last even a second before being utterly crushed.

With the ease of snapping a dry twig, the terrifying Blade Aura continued on its path, straight for Duan Lang’s head.

THUD!

Duan Lang could no longer maintain the dignity of the Heir of Dali. His knees gave out, and he collapsed to the ground, shutting his eyes in despair.

Facing such a terrifying Blade Aura, only one emotion remained in Duan Lang’s heart.

Despair.

Utter despair.

Zhou Shilong’s face was deathly white with fear. Terrified that Duan Lang would die in the White Palace, he screamed, "Third Uncle, show mercy!!!"

A slight smile touched the corners of Cheng Yuan’s lips. With a mere thought, he halted the blade’s unstoppable momentum.

The chilling Blade Aura stopped right above Duan Lang’s head, severing a few strands of his hair.

Duan Lang stared blankly at the Blade Aura hovering above him and muttered to himself.

"Impossible... Absolutely impossible! Six Swords Attack Simultaneously can defeat opponents of a higher level! How could it possibly lose?!"

Cheng Yuan gave a casual wave of his hand, and the Blade Aura hovering over Duan Lang’s head simply vanished.

Cheng Yuan reached out, helped Duan Lang to his feet, and said gently, "Nephew, I’ve used Duan Jiang to slay an Emperor Level Peak before. There’s no need to be discouraged for losing to it."

Cheng Yuan’s attempt at consolation only made Duan Lang feel worse.

’Third Uncle is only at the Martial King Middle Stage, yet he’s slain an Emperor Level Peak.’

’And I’m already at the Emperor Level Early Stage, and the strongest I’ve ever beaten was at the Emperor Level Middle Stage.’

’The gap I can bridge is between minor stages, while Third Uncle bridges entire major realms!’

’The gap between us is just too vast!’

Duan Lang gave a bitter smile. "Today, I finally understand what a true genius is. Don’t worry, Third Uncle. I won’t give up. I’ll work hard to catch up. Someday, I will catch up to you and be worthy of standing as your equal!"

Cheng Yuan grinned. "You’ll have to work very hard, then. I’m confident I’ll reach the Martial Emperor realm within two months. By then, I’ll have the combat power of a Martial Saint Level fighter."

The corner of Duan Lang’s mouth twitched uncontrollably.

’How long did it take me to go from Martial King Middle Stage to Martial Emperor?’

’I think... five years!’

’And Third Uncle only needs two months.’

’Isn’t Third Uncle just too much of a monster?’

Duan Lang said with a wry smile, "To be born in the same era as you, Third Uncle, is both my greatest fortune and my greatest misfortune."