Chapter 1893: Borrowing the Sword

Thinking they were doomed this time, they never expected that Zhang Xuan, who wasn't exactly on good terms with them, would suddenly appear and charge forward without the slightest hesitation.

Watching the dazzling spear strike in the sky, a move he could never muster even with all his life's strength, Yan Qing Ancient Sage was moved and said with shame, "Yes, he is a teacher. For the sake of humanity, personal grudges mean nothing. I was too petty!"

This man, for humanity, was willing to bear infamy, even feign death, infiltrate the Otherworldly Tribe, and pacify them. From this alone, one could see his virtue was no less than that of Confucius.

With such a noble character, how could he stand by and watch others die in the face of the current situation?

Yan Qing Ancient Sage felt ashamed, while Kong Shiyao and the others were stunned speechless. They couldn't find words to describe the power of that spear strike, perfectly aligned with the Heavenly Dao, giving a sense of natural perfection. In that instant, their pain and weakness seemed to fade away, and their entire spirits were lost in that spear strike, unable to extricate themselves.

The "Deity" floating in the air seemed stunned as well, not expecting such a powerful figure hidden here, no weaker than himself. In his hesitation, the spear was already at his throat.

Puchi!

Blood splattered as the spear pierced his skin and plunged in. But before it could go even a finger's depth, it felt like striking an iron plate, unable to advance any further.

"I didn't expect such a strong cultivator to emerge in a place with such thin spiritual energy. Not bad, not bad. I'll take you too..."

With a flash of cold light, the "Deity" sneered and immediately reached for the spear at his throat.

Zhang Xuan shook the spear, and the black shaft instantly transformed into a black dragon, coiling around the "Deity's" entire body.

Not expecting the spear to be so powerful, the "Deity" was taken aback, then filled with rage.

A mighty expert from the Upper Firmament, bound by a mere mortal from the lower realm—this was a sheer humiliation: "You're asking for death!"

He strained his arms, muscles bulging, intending to shatter the black dragon, when his vision darkened and a huge brick fell from the sky, smashing straight into his face.

Bang!

The Gold Origin Cauldron, refined by Zhang Xuan into a Saint Lord treasure, had absorbed ancient sage power during the month in the Otherworldly Tribe and broken through to the ancient sage level. Though still far from shattering the void, its immense weight combined with its hard material left even the "Deity," extraordinary as he was, dizzy and ringing with tinnitus, nearly fainting on the spot.

Of course, the most important thing was the humiliation!

A super expert from the Upper Firmament, face-smashed by a native's brick... The intense frustration nearly made him explode.

Just as he was about to lose his temper, he heard the "brick's" voice: "Let me clarify beforehand, I'm not a brick. I'm a cauldron. What smashed your face is my butt!"

With that, it deliberately rubbed its butt against his face a few times.

Kong Shiyao and the others were dumbfounded.

How could this super expert have such a despicable weapon?

And... it claimed to be a cauldron. What cauldron? It was clearly a giant brick. What part of it looked like a cauldron?

Were they seeing things?

"Ahhh..."

Feeling the other's butt rubbing incessantly against his face, as if coal cinders were falling into his eyes, the "Deity" went completely mad: "Get off..."

Boom!

A surge of powerful aura erupted. The Dragon Bone Divine Spear binding him could no longer withstand it and was sent flying backward, reverting to a spear in Zhang Xuan's hand.

Thud!

A fist smashed into the Gold Origin Cauldron.

"My butt..." With a shriek, the Gold Origin Cauldron shot straight into the sky, spinning incessantly as if burned.

"You all will die..."

Hearing the thing shout about its butt, the "Deity's" face twitched again. Unable to contain himself any longer, he suddenly struck at the young man before him.

His body swayed, and the Zhang family bloodline within Zhang Xuan was activated. With a gentle step, he crossed a distance of several hundred meters. With a flick of his long spear, it tore through the air once more.

"Time True Solution?"

Seeing him dodge the attack as if teleporting, the "Deity" snorted coldly. Just as he was about to use his power to imprison the man, he heard a clanging sound in the air again. He quickly looked up, and his pupils involuntarily contracted.

At some point, the sky was filled with weapons—long swords, broadswords, iron hammers, long spears... each one added together, there were hundreds of them.

Whoosh!

His vision blurred, and they came crashing down.

"Do you think these trash weapons can hurt me?"

The "Deity" sneered.

Although he had only glanced at them, he could already tell that this pile of weapons were all at the Great Sage level, not a single one at the Ancient Sage level. Weapons of this level, let alone hurting him, couldn't even pierce his skin if they landed on him.

"I didn't expect them to hurt you..."

Zhang Xuan responded.

These weapons were all obtained from killing powerful members of the Alien Spirit Clan and from the Confucian Temple. There were many of them, but they were of little use against ordinary Ancient Sages, let alone cultivators who had shattered the void.

"Didn't expect?"

The "Deity" was stunned. Just as he was about to speak, he felt his body tighten again. He quickly looked down and saw that the long spear from earlier had somehow turned back into a black dragon, binding him tightly, making it impossible for him to escape.

"You..."

He gritted his teeth, so angry he felt like exploding.

After all this fuss, the rain of weapons in the sky was just a diversion; the real move was here!

But then, what does it matter if it binds itself?

As long as I use all my strength, I can break free soon. And this black dragon—how many times can it hold on?

Though it is a weapon tempered many times, its cultivation is inferior to mine. Forcibly binding me, it will be injured each time I break free. In my eyes, it absolutely cannot withstand five consecutive attempts!

Just as he was about to use all his strength to shake off the spear again, he saw the young man before him suddenly lower his head: "Kong Shiya, right? Lend me your longsword!"

"Longsword?"

Kong Shiya was startled. Knowing the situation was critical, she did not hesitate and flicked her wrist.

Whoosh!

The sword in her palm immediately flew toward Zhang Xuan.

"This sword is a heirloom of our Kong family. Without Kong bloodline, it cannot be refined. If you want to use it, I can lend you a drop of blood..."

Seeing the young man grab the longsword ready to use, Kong Shiya gritted her silver teeth and spoke quickly.

This longsword was forged by an ancestor of the clan. Its blade had already reached the peak realm of blood rebirth, only a step away from shattering the void. Without sufficient bloodline, it could not be driven. Even she had spent nearly three years refining it, only unlocking a fraction of its power, unable to use it fully.

If this man truly wanted to use it, he could only rely on her blood.

"No time..."

Shaking his head, Zhang Xuan flicked his wrist.

Hum!

The longsword let out a sharp ring, and the next moment, it obediently submitted, like a tame house dog.

"Ref... refined?" Kong Shiya's mouth could not close.