Ten Thousand Dragons Technique

Chapter 714: Chapter 712: Blood-Drinking Blade!

Zisu and the others didn’t believe Lin Xuan’s words. In their view, it was impossible for him to defeat a late-stage Three-Star Grandmaster.

On the other side, the members of the Demon Sect sneered relentlessly.

"What’s this kid talking about? Defeating the Blood Blade? What a joke."

"Who does he think he is?"

"Even if all these Saint Academy disciples attacked together, they wouldn’t be a match for the Blood Blade."

"These Saint Academy disciples might have some talent, but they’re foolish and lack brains."

"Just you watch. He’ll suffer a great loss for daring to underestimate the Blood Blade."

"Blood Blade, please make your move! Kill him in a single strike!"

The Martial Artists of the Demon Sect jeered.

Lin Xuan, however, said, "Is a late-stage Three-Star really that impressive? It’s not like I haven’t killed one before."

His words shocked the entire audience.

The people from the Demon Sect were dumbfounded.

"You’ve killed a late-stage Three-Star?"

Lin Xuan replied, "Of course. There was a guy named Xue Tu. I was the one who slew him."

"What? Xue Tu died at your hands?"

"That’s impossible!"

The Demon Sect members were completely taken aback. They naturally knew of Xue Tu, who was also a late-stage Three-Star Grandmaster with power comparable to the Blood Blade. How could such an expert have fallen, let alone at the hands of this boy? This kid is definitely bragging. It has to be fake. They simply refused to believe it.

The Blood Blade didn’t believe it either. Him, slay Xue Tu? What a joke. His opponent’s arrogant attitude had thoroughly enraged him. He would certainly not let him off.

With a cold snort, he swung his arm, and a blood-red blade of light slashed forward.

"Lin Xuan, dodge quickly! Don’t try to block it head-on!" Zisu exclaimed.

Zhang Shaochu’s face turned pale with fright. "You can’t block that!"

The other new disciples also shouted in unison, "Lin Xuan, dodge!"

However, Lin Xuan did not evade. Instead, he reached out his hand to grab the blood-red blade of light.

When she saw this, Zisu nearly fainted from shock. Zhang Shaochu’s scalp tingled with fear. The other new disciples cried out in alarm.

"Has he gone mad? This kid must be insane!"

Even the hidden fourth-stage disciples frowned. This Lin Xuan truly doesn’t know his own limits. To think he’d try to face this bloody strike with his bare hands... isn’t he afraid of being killed instantly?

Thinking this, these fourth-stage disciples looked toward Mo Fan.

"Aren’t you going to do something?"

"Are you just going to stand there and watch this kid die?"

But Mo Fan simply smiled. "There’s no need. Lin Xuan can handle everything."

Hearing this, the other fourth-stage disciples were stunned.

"Mo Fan, have you lost your mind? You actually believe what this kid says?"

"Exactly! How could this boy possibly contend with a late-stage Three-Star?"

"If you don’t intervene now, he’s really done for."

However, Mo Fan remained perfectly calm and composed. "My help is not needed at all," he said.

Beside him, Ning Yu also smiled. "Don’t worry, everyone. Lin Xuan’s strength is far beyond your imagination."

He’s crazy. They’re all crazy. Now another one has gone mad. Even Ning Yu had lost her mind. The other fourth-stage disciples shook their heads. Without Mo Fan’s protection, this Lin Xuan is in for a world of hurt. If Lin Xuan dies, Mo Fan will be punished as well.

Meanwhile, when the members of the Demon Sect saw Lin Xuan dare to face the attack with his bare hands, they began to laugh with disdain.

"What an idiot."

"He truly doesn’t know his own limits."

"Just watch. A single strike will turn him to ashes."

A trace of contempt flickered in the Blood Blade’s eyes. Although this is just a casual strike, not even a mid-stage Three-Star Grandmaster could withstand it. This kid trying to block it with his bare hands is just asking to die.

BANG.

Lin Xuan’s palm collided with the blood-red blade of light, producing a thunderous roar. However, his palm didn’t crack; it was completely unscathed. Not only that, but he had actually caught the blade of light, holding it suspended in mid-air.

The entire crowd was stupefied.

Everyone’s eyes went wide, their faces frozen with expressions of disbelief, as if they had just seen a ghost. Heavens, what did we just witness? Lin Xuan actually blocked that strike with his bare hands? This was simply incredible.

"Oh heavens, am I dreaming?" the new disciples of the Sacred Institute exclaimed one after another.

Zisu stared, utterly astonished, while Zhang Shaochu stood frozen in place. This outcome was completely beyond their wildest expectations.

Even the fourth-stage disciples were dumbfounded.

What? The kid actually blocked it! How is that possible? How could his Physique be so strong? I’d heard he was a Dragon Warrior, but I never expected a Dragon Warrior’s Physique to be this heaven-defying. He truly lives up to the legend.

The fourth-stage disciples were amazed. No wonder Lin Xuan was so confident. No wonder Mo Fan didn’t plan on saving him. So this is how strong Lin Xuan really is.

As for the people from the Demon Sect, they were simply stunned. Their eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. How is this possible? That kid blocked the Blood Blade’s attack! This has to be a joke! They couldn’t accept it.

The most shocked of all was the Blood Blade himself. Previously, he hadn’t given Lin Xuan a second thought. In his mind, a casual strike was all it would take to annihilate him. But the result? He had been slapped hard in the face! His opponent had actually blocked his blade of light, and with his bare hands at that. It was truly unbelievable.

"Well, kid, you’ve got some skill. I really did underestimate you," the Blood Blade growled. "But now you’ve thoroughly angered me. Let me show you my true strength!"

The Blood Blade drew the long blade from his waist. It was a blood-colored weapon covered in crimson patterns. An overwhelming, baleful aura of blood erupted from it, as if a peerless Demon Beast had just awakened. The very air began to tremble violently. The people around them shuddered, their scalps tingling. The new disciples especially felt as if the blood in their veins was about to fly out of their bodies.

"Heavens, what is that thing? It’s terrifying!"

"That blade... it seems like it can drink blood!"

Even the hidden fourth-stage disciples were shocked. They communicated secretly, "That looks like an extraordinary Spiritual Artifact."

"That’s right. The blade is extremely sinister. It must have blood-drinking abilities."

"This time, Lin Xuan won’t dare to face it with his bare hands, right?"

"Of course not. Our own qi and blood are being affected from this far away, let alone Lin Xuan’s."

Seeing this, the members of the Demon Sect cheered excitedly.

"Excellent! The Blood Blade is finally using the Blood-Drinking Blade!"

"Hmph, let’s see how the kid blocks this!"

"If he dares to try and stop it with his bare hands again, he will surely die!"

The Blood-Drinking Blade was a weapon of the Demon Sect. The long blade possessed a Bloodthirsty Power; once it struck an enemy, it would absorb and devour their blood. Often, a single slash was enough to reduce a foe to a pile of white bones.

The Blood Blade grasped the Blood-Drinking Blade and looked at Lin Xuan again, his voice cold. "Do you dare to take another one of my slashes with your bare hands?"

"Why wouldn’t I dare?" Lin Xuan boomed. This blade is indeed incredibly sinister, but so what? I possess the Myriad Dragon Physique. My Dragon Blood is not something a mere Blood-Drinking Blade can devour. This weapon might be a threat to other Grandmasters, but it poses no threat to me. Lin Xuan’s qi and blood remained as stable as a mountain, completely unaffected.

What?

Hearing his response, the faces of the others changed drastically. He’s going to fight it bare-handed again? Is he crazy?

Zisu cried out, "Lin Xuan, don’t be reckless!"

Zhang Shaochu added, "You absolutely cannot be careless! That blade is too sinister! It can devour qi and blood!"

Lin Xuan just smiled. "Don’t worry. It’s not capable of devouring my qi and blood." He gave a great wave of his hand, a picture of utter nonchalance.

His attitude left Zisu and Zhang Shaochu dumbfounded.

Even the hidden fourth-stage disciples frowned. Has this Lin Xuan become too arrogant? Does he really think that just because he blocked one of the Blood Blade’s attacks, he can disregard everything? That was just a casual strike. This time, his opponent has drawn the Blood-Drinking Blade. Can he block the Blood-Drinking Blade? If he can’t, he’ll be reduced to a skeleton.

Across from him, the Blood Blade’s expression darkened as he swung the weapon in his hand. The Blood-Drinking Blade slashed down. Lin Xuan thrust his palm forward to meet it.

The crowd gasped. "What? Is he really fighting it with his bare hands?"

"He must be insane!"

This time, even Mo Fan’s expression changed dramatically. He sent a telepathic message, "Lin Xuan, get out of the way! Don’t try to block it, you can’t!"

However, Lin Xuan did not pull back his hand. His palm once again collided with the long blade.

It’s over. Mo Fan despaired.

Ning Yu’s face went pale.

Zisu, Zhang Shaochu, and the others squeezed their eyes shut in despair, unable to watch any longer.