Why isn’t this Yan Guichen falling for it?
In the past, the slightest taunt would be enough to make him jump out and fight, no matter who the opponent was.
But now, it was like the sun had risen in the west.
Yan Guichen actually chickened out?
This was even more baffling to them than their own defeat at Chen Xuan’s hands.
"Yan Guichen, this isn’t like you. You weren’t like this before. Don’t you boast that you could eat three jin of Iron Weights? Why don’t you dare to go up against Chen Xuan?"
Someone else goaded him.
"I might be daring enough to eat Iron Weights, but I’m not a fucking idiot."
Yan Guichen sneered and said, "You bunch of idiots got beaten to your knees, and now you want me to suffer the same fate? As if!"
"You fucking..."
The man instantly became enraged.
The others were even more furious.
’Did this Yan Guichen get smart?’
’How fucking bizarre!’
Suddenly, Yan Guichen raised his head, his eyes blazing as he looked toward the figure on the distant floating platform.
"This Yama Chen is truly formidable. To be able to single-handedly beat down so many people... a man like that is destined for greatness. I think I’d like to befriend him!"
With a single leap, he sped toward the deeper section of the floating platforms.
Everyone’s gaze swept over, their faces filled with eager anticipation.
「Deeper onto the floating platforms.」
Chen Xuan’s expression flickered. He suddenly turned his head. "Someone else is here."
Beside him, Chai Yuan and his two siblings immediately turned to look.
Suddenly, Chai Yuan’s eyes lit up. "Is that him? ’Iron Weights’ Yan Guichen?"
"..."
Chen Xuan frowned.
’What the hell kind of nickname is that?’
’He thought his own nickname, ’Iron-faced Yama,’ was ridiculous enough.’
’And someone is called ’Iron Weights’?’
’Why not just call yourself ’Iron Bucket’ or ’Iron Spoon’ while you’re at it?’
In the blink of an eye, Yan Guichen landed on a nearby platform. His eyes burned as he looked over, clasped his fists in a salute, and said, "You must be the renowned Iron-faced Chen Yama. I am Yan Guichen!"
"What is it?"
Chen Xuan asked.
"I’ve heard of Yama Chen’s great reputation and admire you immensely. I came specifically to make your acquaintance."
Yan Guichen said.
"Oh. Alright."
Disappointment showed in Chen Xuan’s eyes.
’He wants to be friends?’
’And here I thought he was another one coming to deliver some points.’
"Yama Chen, I have one more, rather presumptuous request."
Yan Guichen clasped his fists again, his gaze sharp. "I am a Martial Madman. I know your power is profound, and I would never dare to spar with you, but... I would like to test you."
"Test me?"
Chen Xuan raised an eyebrow.
"Don’t misunderstand."
Yan Guichen quickly explained, "It’s not me who wants to test you, but this saber of mine. It has a spirit and refuses to be drawn. Even an Inner Realm master would be absolutely unable to pull it free. In this Grotto Heaven, the most powerful geniuses are helpless before it. Since the day I was born, this saber has only been unsheathed three times, each time when I was facing a terrifying crisis. I’d like to ask you, Yama Chen, to try and see if you can draw this saber!"
His eyes blazed as he looked at Chen Xuan.
Although he knew he couldn’t defeat Chen Xuan in a fight, surpassing him in another area would be enough to make him proud.
This saber was, without a doubt, the greatest source of his confidence!
Once, an expert at the Inner Realm Fifth Layer had exhausted every method at his disposal and still failed to draw the blade.
"A saber like that exists?"
Chen Xuan was skeptical.
"It’s true."
Chai Yuan immediately whispered in Chen Xuan’s ear, "That guy’s saber has rarely been drawn, ever since he was a child. It’s basically just for show. The story goes that when he was born, a white crane brought the saber over in its beak and laid it beside him. The crane then flew away, and the saber has been with him ever since."
Chen Xuan frowned.
’What a load of nonsense.’
’Could this guy be some kind of Son of Providence?’
"Alright, let me have a look at it!"
Chen Xuan’s tone was indifferent.
He was intrigued to try his hand at a saber that was supposedly impossible to draw.
"Please!"
Yan Guichen’s eyes burned with intensity as he solemnly handed the treasured saber to Chen Xuan.
Chen Xuan grasped it.
The moment his hand closed around it, he could feel that the saber was extraordinary.
Its weight alone was incredible!
It was around a thousand jin.
At the same time, waves of formless emotional attacks surged into his mind.
But he possessed Indestructible Fist Intent (Level 2), so these emotional attacks were completely useless against him.
Chen Xuan gripped the scabbard with his left hand and the hilt with his right. He circulated his Primordial Barbaric Energy, and the True Essence within him surged like a raging tide. Currents of scorching magma seemed to flow through his body, and his palm instantly grew as hot as molten iron. An immeasurable amount of power erupted from his arm.
A terrifying, scorching heat instantly surged into the saber’s body.
It was as if he had poured a whole sea of burning magma into it.
At first, the saber could still send out emotional waves to frantically resist, but in the blink of an eye, all those emotions were incinerated and turned to ash.
SHIIING!
A clear, ear-splitting metallic sound rang out.
The black treasured saber was drawn on the spot in Chen Xuan’s hands.
With a roar, the entire blade, which Chen Xuan had infused with immense flames, began to emit a deafening hum, like a demon being consumed by a raging inferno.
Chai Yuan and his two siblings stared at Chen Xuan, completely dumbstruck.
Even Yan Guichen’s eyes were wide with disbelief.
’He drew it?’
’Chen Xuan actually drew it?’
’Is this some kind of joke?’
’Besides someone on the Heavenly Ranking, who could possibly draw this saber?’
"It seems this is all there is to it. And here I thought it was something special," Chen Xuan said calmly, sizing up the blade.
’I drew it without even using my triple combat power.’
’The only reason this saber is hard to draw is because of its emotional attacks, which can interfere with a person’s Spirit.’
’But since I have Indestructible Fist Intent (Level 2), those emotional attacks are less than nothing in my eyes.’
’With just a little bit of force, the saber came right out of its sheath.’
SHIICK!
The treasured saber returned to its sheath, and all of the Fire Attribute Primordial Qi was retracted. Chen Xuan casually tossed the black saber back to Yan Guichen. "Take it back. It’s nothing special."