Chapter 1738: Ambushing the Ancient Saint

Whoosh!

The seal outside the Dacheng Hall flashed with light, and Zhang Xuan and Zhao Ya flew out.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

The Slipper Youth and his group surrounded them in unison.

“What, still want a beating?” Zhang Xuan frowned and snorted.

He had spared their lives, yet they showed no gratitude and even blocked his way here. Did they really think he wouldn’t kill?

“We just want a fair duel with you, one-on-one, no weapons or beast pets allowed! Dare you or not?”

The Slipper Youth gritted his teeth.

“Fair duel? What’s the wager?” Zhang Xuan raised an eyebrow.

Without a wager, he had no time to waste on these people.

"Brother Hongtian just gave you five drops of ancient saint blood. If you compete with them, I will likewise offer five drops of blood as a wager!"

Before the sole youth and the others could reply, the voice of the ancient saint from before rang out: "That's our wager. What's your wager?"

"Mine?"

Zhang Xuan paused: "I can go easy on them and not kill them!"

"..." The ancient saint felt a tightness in his chest.

In a fair duel, who wins and who loses is still uncertain. I offer five drops of ancient saint blood, and you give this as your wager—do you really think you'll win?

"If you lose, hand over the Four Seasons Diagram!"

"That's right, wager the Four Seasons Diagram!"

...

The sole youth and the others shouted out one after another.

Before the voices died down, Zhang Xuan looked at them as if they were fools: "Are you not awake yet? Do you think those few drops of his crappy blood can match the Four Seasons Diagram?"

"That... this wager of yours is definitely not acceptable. If you lose, the bet doesn't need to be honored!"

After a moment of silence, the crowd spoke again.

"..." The Ancient Sage felt his chest ache even more.

"Whatever, I didn't want to compete anyway. If we don't compete, that's fine..." Zhang Xuan stretched lazily.

He hadn't planned on competing anyway; not competing was just as well.

"How about this: five drops of Ancient Sage blood in exchange for one opportunity to advance in your Four Seasons Diagram?"

The voice of the Ancient Sage from the Hundred Schools of Thought rang out.

"This... it's possible, but I'm at the peak of the Golden Body realm, while they are at the peak of the Immortal realm... two major levels apart, and weapons and spirit beasts are not allowed. Is this fair?"

Zhang Xuan said.

Anyway, he wouldn't lose; one advancement opportunity was nothing.

"Fine, I'll have them suppress their cultivation to the same level as you!" said the Ancient Sage.

Not allowing weapons or spirit beasts was already very restrictive; relying on higher cultivation to fight was indeed unfair.

"Then it's settled. Let's begin!"

Zhang Xuan stepped forward and chuckled: "To save time, you can all come at once. But... if so many attack simultaneously, I might not be able to hold back. If a few die, I hope the elder will forgive me!"

"If you want to kill us, it depends on whether you have the strength..."

The sole-wearing youth clenched his teeth, immediately suppressed his cultivation to the peak of the Golden Body realm, and charged forward first.

His speed was extremely fast; using some unknown martial technique, he arrived in an instant, fingers spread, striking down from above.

Just as he thought the opponent was doomed, his chest ached, and before he could react, he saw the other's palm already pressed against his chest.

Bang!

He flew backward, landing on the ground and spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

How the opponent moved, how he struck... he hadn't even seen it!

"Come at me together. One person alone can't win!"

Having sent the sole-wearing youth flying with a single palm strike, Zhang Xuan looked over calmly.

"All together now!"

The others had seen the previous fight and knew that, at the same level, this young man's combat ability far exceeded theirs. Without further hesitation, they charged at him simultaneously.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Before they could reach him, Zhang Xuan charged forward like a tiger among sheep; no one could withstand even a single blow.

Those he fought were all prodigies from the Hundred Schools of Thought, who believed no one of the same level could match them, yet before him, they seemed as laughable as children.

"So strong..."

Watching this scene, the ancient sages knew they had lost.

This fellow, though only at the Golden Body Realm Great Perfection, possessed combat power comparable to that of an Immortal Realm expert!

Such ability to challenge those above his level had only been seen in Kong Shiyao throughout the entire Hundred Schools of Thought!

"You are no match... admit defeat!"

After fighting for a while longer, seeing that indeed no one could withstand a single blow, the ancient sage's voice rang out, though he was reluctant to admit it.

But before his words ended, a sudden change occurred.

Zhang Xuan, surrounded and under attack, made a mistake, which the sandal-wearing youth seized, forming his fingers into a sword and thrusting forward.

Just as it was about to pierce his heart, Zhang Xuan raised his palm and slapped toward the youth's head.

It was a mutual destruction: the sandal-wearing youth could pierce the latter's heart, but his own head would be smashed into pulp, killing him instantly.

Most critically, judging by their states, neither could withdraw.

"Stop!"

The ancient sage shouted, and a surge of power burst forth, enveloping the surrounding space, intending to halt the deadly confrontation.

But as the power was released, he saw the youth whose heart was about to be pierced transform his body into a strange trace, dodging the attack.

The next moment, a long blade appeared in his palm.

Swish!

He slashed toward the sandal-wearing youth.

"This... is a divine weapon of the Ancient Saint level..."

The Ancient Saint's pupils contracted.

He hadn't expected that this fellow's so-called flaw was merely a lure to get him to attack, so as to pinpoint his location!

He shrank his body, trying to dodge, only to find himself enveloped by the aura of the long blade, unable to escape.

Puchi!

The blade's light pierced his body, and blood gushed out.

"Haha, many thanks!"

With a light laugh, a gourd appeared beneath Zhang Xuan, catching all the blood—over twenty drops.

Five drops of Ancient Saint blood naturally wouldn't have made him act; he had calculated from the start to make this fellow lose more.

Earlier, he had been suppressed to the point of being unable to move, and had long wanted to teach him a lesson. Now that he had this chance, how could he let it go?

"You..."

Having lost too much blood, this Ancient Saint's face turned pale. Furious, he wanted to strike, but felt a force locking onto him.

Knowing that Zhang's Hongtian ancestor was ready to act at any moment, he stopped, despite his anger.

An esteemed Ancient Saint, outwitted by a mere Golden Body Realm brat, and even wounded—if word got out, no one would believe it.

"Truly, heroes emerge from youth. Not bad, not bad! Today, the Hundred Schools of Thought lose. Farewell!"

Whoosh!

A gust of wind swept by, taking the sandal-clad youth and the others. The Ancient Saint swayed and was about to leave.

"You lost, but you haven't given me the five drops of Ancient Saint blood yet? What, trying to renege?"

Seeing him go far, Zhang Xuan couldn't help but say.

"..." Stumbling, the Ancient Saint's throat went dry, nearly spitting out a mouthful of blood. He flicked his finger, sending a jade bottle flying backward.

He turned and left.

Afraid that if he said more, he would be infuriated to death.

He patted his chest... forget it, as if he had no chest at all!