204: Chapter 204 The Vajra Gate Comes to Challenge

When Xiang Tian said this, his tone was resonant and righteous.

There was not a hint of evasion.

He took a step forward, his tone softening slightly, carrying a hint of cunning.

"Xiaoyun, you wouldn't want me to become an irresponsible scumbag, would you?"

He slowly stretched out his arms and pulled both Xiahou Yun and Feng Huowu into his embrace.

Seeing this scene, Ouyang Qing's cheeks flushed red, and she hurriedly turned and left.

She really couldn't handle such an intimate scene.

Just as the three were in the midst of tender affection and the atmosphere was perfect.

Master Miaoxian's cold voice suddenly arrived.

It fell clearly into the ears of the three: "The people from the Vajra Sect have come to challenge us. Xiang Tian, go take a look."

Upon hearing this, Xiang Tian's eyes lit up instantly, and a flash of excitement crossed his eyes.

He thought to himself: They came at the perfect time; I'll slap the face of the Vajra Sect and boost the prestige of the Heavenly Sword Sect at the same time!

"I'm going right now!"

He immediately released the two women in his arms and darted out, fearing that if he was a step too slow, he would miss the good show.

Watching his hurried back, Feng Huowu furrowed her dark brows.

She turned to look at Xiahou Yun and asked softly: "Xiaoyun, is the strength of this Vajra Sect very strong?"

Xiahou Yun's expression was grave.

She nodded gently: "They should be very strong. As far as I know, they are the strongest Sect in Huang Province, and their overall strength is slightly better than our Heavenly Sword Sect."

"Since they are so powerful, let's go over and take a look to see if Xiang Tian can handle them," Feng Huowu said.

She then pulled Xiahou Yun and quickly followed.

...

The Heavenly Sword Sect's Martial Arts Hall.

At this moment, it was already packed, filled with people, and bustling with noise.

Before Xiang Tian even stepped into the hall, he heard bursts of loud noises coming from inside.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

Immediately after, several arrogant and mocking voices reached his ears.

"The Disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect are nothing more than this, vulnerable to a single blow!"

"With only this bit of ability, you dare to call yourselves a prestigious Sect in Huang Province?"

Xiang Tian looked up and saw a group of people wearing clothing completely different from the Disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

They were standing on both sides of the hall with disdainful expressions, wearing uniform golden outfits.

On their hems and chests, the characters for "Vajra" were clearly printed.

"You of the Vajra Sect are despicable and shameless. Knowing full well that your Vajra Sect restrains our Heavenly Sword Sect, you still came to fight on purpose; you have ill intentions!"

"That's right! Taking advantage of others, what kind of heroes are you!"

"Hmph! Don't be smug; our Heavenly Sword Sect's experts will deal with you!"

"..."

A group of Heavenly Sword Sect Disciples were so angry their faces turned red, and they clenched their fists.

But they were helpless and could only grit their teeth and retort angrily.

Xiang Tian did not make a scene; he quietly blended into the crowd and scanned the hall quickly.

In the center of the hall stood a giant arena.

Above the arena, a young man in a golden outfit stood with his hands behind his back, his expression arrogant.

And below the arena, several Heavenly Sword Sect Disciples were lying on the ground in a sorry state.

Around the arena, two rows of seats were placed.

A group of middle-aged and elderly people sat there, divided into two distinct sides.

One side was the Sect's higher-ups led by the Great Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect, their expressions grave;

The other side, judging by their clothing, were the Elders of the Vajra Sect, all with arrogant expressions and eyes full of provocation.

The leading Elder of the Vajra Sect hooked the corner of his mouth into a mocking, evil smile.

His tone was contemptuous: "The Genius Disciples of your Heavenly Sword Sect this generation are too pathetic, right? They can't even beat the ordinary Core Disciple of our Vajra Sect."

The Great Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect's expression sank.

He coldly shouted: "Don't you be too smug, Vajra Sect! Our Heavenly Sword Sect's Personal Disciple is already on their way here!"

Xiang Tian understood in his heart that the one fighting on the arena right now.

Was not the strongest of the Vajra Sect's Genius Disciples, but merely someone who barely reached the standard of a Core Disciple;

But looking at the Heavenly Sword Sect's side, those who went up were veteran Core Disciples.

Among them was even the fifth-ranked Core Disciple, Baili Shouyue.

At this moment, he was knocked to the ground, in a pathetic state.

Such a gap made the high-level officials of the Heavenly Sword Sect look ugly.

After all, this concerned the face of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

"Personal Disciple?" The leading Elder of the Vajra Sect sneered dismissively.

"So what if you have a Personal Disciple? Do you think our Vajra Sect doesn't have a Personal Disciple?"

Just then, a young man wearing the clothing of a Heavenly Sword Sect Personal Disciple walked over quickly.

He bowed and cupped his hands to the Second Elder: "Master."

The Second Elder's eyes lit up.

He hurriedly said: "Liu Bei, you came just in time! Go on stage quickly, spar with the Vajra Sect's Disciple, and win some face for our Heavenly Sword Sect!"

"Yes!" Liu Bei replied in a deep voice.

Without extra words, his figure flashed, and he leaped lightly onto the arena.

The Grand Elder leaned into the Second Elder's ear and whispered softly.

"Second Elder, can your Disciple, Liu Bei, do it?"

The Second Elder waved his hand.

His tone was firm: "Rest assured, he has now reached the cultivation of the Half-step Saint Realm; dealing with such an opponent should be no problem."

Upon hearing this, the Grand Elder said no more.

This match concerned the face of the Heavenly Sword Sect and could not tolerate any mistakes.

On the arena.

Liu Bei stared sharply at the Vajra Sect Disciple opposite him.

"It is said that your Vajra Sect's 'Golden Bell Shield' is world-famous and as hard as a turtle shell. Today, I want to try and see if I can break your turtle shell!"

Liu Bei's figure flashed, and the long sword in his hand unsheathed with a sound.

"Cling"

The cold light was biting; he stabbed directly at the opponent's chest with one sword.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound of metal collision suddenly rang out.

Liu Bei's palm went numb, and his long sword trembled slightly from the shock.

He was secretly shocked: It really lives up to its reputation; this Golden Bell Shield is truly hard!

"It seems that if I don't use some ultimate Move, I might really not be able to beat you." Liu Bei took a deep breath.

His Aura suddenly surged, and the Spiritual Qi in his body surged crazily.

"Sword Qi Rampage!"

With his low shout, the Spiritual Qi around him became even denser.

Countless sword-shaped Spiritual Qi condensed and formed around him.

In just a short moment, thousands of sword-shaped Spiritual Qi surrounded him.

Cold light flickered!

The Aura was imposing!

"Swish, swish, swish—!"

The thousands of swords formed by Spiritual Qi instantly split into tens of thousands.

Like a rainstorm, they shot towards the Vajra Sect Disciple, dense and numerous.

"Golden Bell Shield!"

The Vajra Sect Disciple's expression tightened, and he shouted sharply.

A layer of golden halo instantly appeared around his body, wrapping himself inside like a bronze wall and iron bastion.

"Cling"

The halo became increasingly intense.

But just after a few breaths,

"Crack"

A crisp sound came.

The Golden Bell Shield around the Vajra Sect Disciple shattered in response!

"Ssh—!"

Immediately after, harsh sounds of cutting flesh rang out.

The tens of thousands of Spiritual Qi swords instantly penetrated his defense and landed on his body.

"Puff!"

The Vajra Sect Disciple suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his figure retreated repeatedly.

The golden outfit on his body was already in tatters, and his body was covered in dense wounds.

Blood flowed continuously; he was extremely pathetic!

"Get down!"

Liu Bei's eyes turned cold, and his figure approached rapidly.

He kicked hard at the opponent's chest.

"Bang"

He kicked him off the arena; he fell to the ground and could no longer get up.

For a moment, the Martial Arts Hall instantly boiled over.

The Heavenly Sword Sect Disciples were passionate and shouted loudly.

"Well done, Senior Brother Liu!"

"Too amazing! Our Heavenly Sword Sect has finally won a match!"

But the people from the Vajra Sect still had expressions of disdain.

Someone sneered: "Tch, a Heavenly Sword Sect Personal Disciple beating one of our Vajra Sect's Core Disciples, is that worth being so proud of?"

"Exactly! Even if you won, it's just beating a piece of trash!"

Although these words were harsh, they were the truth.

Personal Disciples are naturally a cut above Core Disciples; winning is normal.

The Heavenly Sword Sect Disciples were so angry that the veins on their foreheads were popping.

They opened their mouths to retort, but found they were speechless.

Even if the Heavenly Sword Sect had a few Core Disciples whose strength was stronger than the Personal Disciples.

That was just an individual case and could not represent the whole.

"Hehe, trash!" The Vajra Sect Disciple chuckled again.

The mockery in his tone was undisguised.

Like a basin of cold water, it instantly extinguished the enthusiasm of the Heavenly Sword Sect Disciples.

The Vajra Sect Elders didn't care about this at all; the leading Elder glanced indifferently at a young Disciple standing beside him.

"Xiang Ying, you go up."

"Yes, Master!" Xiang Ying bowed and replied.

His figure flashed, and he leaped lightly onto the arena.

His movements were crisp and neat, without any hesitation.

After getting on stage, he cupped his hands to Liu Bei in salute.

His tone was concise: "Xiang Ying."

Liu Bei also hurriedly returned the salute and responded in a deep voice: "Liu Bei."

As soon as the words fell, Xiang Ying stopped wasting words.

His Aura suddenly surged; he fiercely sent out a palm, whistling towards Liu Bei's face.

"Bang!"

Liu Bei reacted extremely quickly; the long sword in his hand stabbed out accordingly.

Aiming directly at Xiang Ying's palm, wanting to force him to retract his Move.

But Xiang Ying had no intention of dodging at all, meeting Liu Bei's sword tip head-on.

"Hmm?" Liu Bei's brows suddenly furrowed.

A powerful force of counter-shock instantly came from his palm, shaking his arm numb, and his long sword almost slipped from his hand.

"Hmph!" Xiang Ying gave a low shout, and his palm exerted force suddenly.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound.

The long sword in Liu Bei's hand was instantly covered in cracks, and it looked like it was about to shatter.

Liu Bei was shocked in his heart; after realizing it.

He immediately retreated, pulling away, feeling wary in his heart.

Xiang Ying shook his head, his tone contemptuous: "Your sword... is not good enough."

"As expected of a Vajra Sect Disciple, you really have some ability." Liu Bei took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart.

"Clang"

He threw the long sword, which was on the verge of shattering, onto the ground.

He then took out another long sword from his storage ring and gripped the hilt.

He said in a deep voice: "Watch the sword!"

He once again used "Sword Qi Rampage," and the Spiritual Qi around him surged crazily.

Countless sword-shaped Spiritual Qi condensed again, even denser than the last time, and the Aura was even more majestic.

But this time, Xiang Ying did not use the Golden Bell Shield.

He just casually stretched out a palm and took the initiative to slap towards the sky full of Sword Qi.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Just after a few breaths.

The sky full of Sword Qi released by Liu Bei was all dispersed by Xiang Ying, one palm after another.

Not even a ripple was left behind.

Xiang Ying kept one hand behind his back, stretched out the other, and hooked his finger at Liu Bei.

His tone was indifferent: "Liu Bei, I'll give you a chance; whatever Moves you have left, use them all; don't waste time."

Liu Bei was so angry his face turned red and his neck thickened, and his whole body trembled slightly.

This "Sword Qi Rampage" was already his strongest Move.

But in front of Xiang Ying, it was so vulnerable.

Where would he have any stronger Moves to use?

The onlookers under the stage were exceptionally excited and shouted loudly one after another.

"Senior Brother Liu, hurry up and attack!"

"That's right, go up, don't be a coward!"

"Beat him to death, win glory for our Heavenly Sword Sect!"

"..."

Liu Bei smiled bitterly in his heart; how could he not want to win?

But he had already tried his best, and he couldn't even break the opponent's casual block.

The gap between the two was simply too vast.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the unwillingness in his heart, and cupped his hands to Xiang Ying in salute.

"Xiang Ying, you people of the Vajra Sect are indeed very strong; I admire you!"

Xiang Ying shook his head gently.

"No, I don't count for anything; our Vajra Sect's Great Senior Brother is the truly powerful one."

Immediately, he looked at Liu Bei.

With confusion in his eyes: "Are you, giving up?"

Liu Bei closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was no more unwillingness in his eyes, only relief.

While it's not too pathetic yet, admitting defeat voluntarily is the best choice.

It can also preserve a shred of face for the Heavenly Sword Sect.