Chapter 762 - 404: Too Slow

"It’ll be more effective if you’re the one to say it, not me."

"Huh? But..."

Chang Wang froze. This was even more shocking than he had anticipated, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond.

The other disciples in the hall were speechless when they heard what Yang An said, their jaws hanging so wide they nearly hit the floor.

’Has this guy gone mad?’

’Is he here to join us or to tear the place down?’

’Challenge everyone in the mansion? Doesn’t that include the Mansion Master, and even the Supreme Elder? How dare he!’

"Whether I can win or not is my business. It has nothing to do with you. Just tell me, will you do it or not?"

"Well..."

Chang Wang was clearly still hesitant. ’If I help Yang An spread this news,’ he thought, ’and then he gets defeated, won’t that make me look even more foolish?’

Besides, he hadn’t cleared this with the Mansion Master. He didn’t dare act on his own authority. If anything went wrong, he’d be the first to suffer the consequences.

Seeing the man’s indecisiveness, Yang An couldn’t help but sigh.

"If you don’t do it, I’ll go back right now and tell everyone in the mansion how I took someone down with a single punch and even destroyed his Magical Treasure."

"You! You’ve gone too far!"

Chang Wang’s expression soured the moment he heard Yang An’s words.

In an instant, he waved his hand. A seven-colored light shot out from before him, transforming into a longsword that lunged abruptly toward Yang An.

Its incomparably sharp Sword Qi instantly sliced through the surrounding space, thrusting forward with unstoppable momentum.

The blade moved at an imperceptible speed, aiming straight for Yang An’s Dantian.

But just as the blade was about to pierce Yang An’s body, a hand easily stopped it.

The hand seized the chillingly sharp blade. With just a firm squeeze, the longsword instantly shattered into countless fragments.

Before Chang Wang could even react, another hand had already slammed into his chest.

Chang Wang’s eyes bulged as he was sent flying backward once again. This time, he even coughed up a spray of blood.

It all happened and ended in a flash. By the time the others in the hall could react, Chang Wang had already slammed into the hall’s wall, smashing a huge crater into it and shaking the entire building.

"Master!"

The Cultivators immediately scrambled toward Chang Wang, their faces etched with panic and fear.

’Who knew how they’d started fighting again at the drop of a hat? And of all things, it was their own master who got beaten up again.’

"You know, you should’ve just given me a straight answer. Yes or no, it’s that simple."

"Now you’ve lost two Magical Treasures, not just one. What are people going to think?"

Yang An casually tossed the sword fragments in his hand to the ground, where they landed with a crisp clatter. "What a waste," he sighed.

’This guy... if he wanted to test my strength, he didn’t have to go to all this trouble.’

With the help of his disciples, Chang Wang soon struggled back to his feet. He looked even more pathetic than before, his robes spattered with blood and his entire body covered in dust.

Now, he truly believed that Yang An had the power to back up his words. He no longer hesitated.

"Fine! I’ll do it. I’ll have someone spread the word right now."

’In for a penny, in for a pound,’ he thought. ’Why should I be the only one to get beaten up? Let’s see how the others like it.’

"But I have one condition."

"What is it?"

A look of delight appeared on Yang An’s face when he heard Chang Wang agree.

Chang Wang looked back with a pained expression at the large crater he’d made in the hall’s wall.

"You can’t set up your challenge arena here. You have to pick another spot."