Chapter 1894: He Is Zhang Xuan

Zhang Xuan's current combat strength had reached the Blood Rebirth realm, and with the Dragon Bone Divine Spear, he was comparable to a Void Shattering expert. Refining a peak Blood Rebirth longsword was a piece of cake for him.

Once the longsword was refined, he raised it overhead and slashed fiercely at the trapped 'god' before him.

Clang!

With a loud crash, sparks flew from the latter's head, and a layer of scalp was shaved off.

Ahhh... The 'god's' eyes turned bloodshot.

Kong Shiyao was stunned: 'That's not how you use a sword...'

Others wielded swords with agility as the key, but he swung it like a cleaver, smashing down. No matter how good the weapon, used like this, it would be ruined...

Clang, clang, clang!

Within a single breath, the longsword struck hundreds of times, all landing on the same spot. The 'god's' skull was split open with cracks, and brain matter seemed visible.

Boom!

Driven mad by the strikes, the 'god' shook his entire body again, sending the Dragon Bone Divine Spear flying. Just as he was about to strike, the brick came down again, smashing hard into his face, hitting the wound and covering his face with blood.

Damn it...

The 'god' went insane.

This guy's fighting style was utterly despicable, without any bottom line!

We are all experts, peak-level ancient sages. Shouldn't there be some grace in battle?

You hit me with a fist, I stab you with a sword—elegant and chivalrous, each displaying heroism... But this? Wielding a longsword, a spear, even a brick, and just flailing around?

I'll kill them first...

Just as he was about to strike, the young man once again used his bloodline power to flee far away. The 'god' could no longer hold back, turning to look at Yan Qing and the other ancient sages, murderous intent boiling over.

He could spare Kong Shiyao, but the rest—he would kill them first and talk later.

He hammered downward fiercely, but before the blow landed, a long spear blocked the way. Zhang Xuan hovered in midair, gave a cold smile, and crooked his finger in a provocative gesture.

"If you've got the guts, kill me first!"

Swish!

Immediately, countless more weapons flew over, as if his arsenal were inexhaustible.

"Fine, I'll kill you first..." His gaze turned icy. The "Deity" stamped his foot and charged forward.

He was not fast, but with each step, surging power caused the surrounding sky to shatter, as if he were walking on floating ice. Where he passed, others could no longer tread.

With his speed, he could not catch Zhang Xuan, but by shattering space, the latter would surely be unable to escape.

"Ruthless!"

Seeing this fellow directly shatter space, Zhang Xuan's mouth twitched. He turned to look at Yan Qing and the other ancient sages: "You all hurry up and recover. I'll kill him first..."

With that, he darted away like a fish into the distance.

Seeing him flee, the "Deity" was about to turn back and capture Kong Shiyao, but Zhang Xuan immediately turned and ambushed him, hurling cauldrons, longswords, and long spears all at once, even occasionally tossing two or three corpses that self-detonated.

Dizzy with rage, the "Deity" could no longer suppress his fury and charged over swiftly.

If this fellow did not die, he would drive him mad sooner or later. Better to kill him outright.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

One chased, one fled, occasionally exchanging blows. The entire Kunxu Realm shook incessantly.

...

Bang!

Another great scholar was sent flying backward. Fan Xiaoxu stood still, glanced around, lonely and desolate: "Anyone else want to test my strength?"

Mi Xuan and the others had come to the exit earlier to wait for the newcomers. Many other great scholars who had not yet arrived, hearing that a freshman was so powerful, all rushed over. One by one, they suppressed their cultivation to fight him, but sadly discovered that no one could withstand a single move!

Most crucially, this Fan Xiaoxu, through constant battle, seemed to grow stronger in his understanding of something. At the same level, no one could contend with him anymore.

Even... those one level higher were no match.

"No need. At the same level, you are invincible..." Zhong Qing shook his head with a bitter laugh.

With the fight having reached this point, the contest held no meaning.

"Then... whom should I choose as my teacher?"

Fan Xiaoxu looked around.

Though he had defeated so many great scholars, he was still just a freshman and needed a teacher to guide him.

"I cannot do it."

"I am not worthy either..."

All were disheartened, each one filled with embarrassment.

Such a strong student—everyone wanted to take him as a personal disciple, but... having been defeated, what face did they have to teach him?

Whenever Fan Xiaoxu looked at someone, that person would shyly cover their face. After a long while, no one spoke, and silence fell all around.

"I actually already have a teacher in mind. I wonder if I can apprentice to him."

Seeing that no one dared to agree, Fan Xiaoxu, as clear as a mirror, smiled slightly and said.

"Who might that be?"

Hearing that he already had a candidate for apprenticeship, Zhong Qing looked over.

"His name is Zhang Xuan! I am not sure which teacher he is."

Fan Xiaoxu said.

"Zhang Xuan? Is there a Zhang in the Great Scholar Hall?" Zhong Qing was startled.

The Great Scholar Hall consisted of descendants of the Hundred Schools of Thought. How could there be a Zhang Xuan?

"I know one named Zhang Xuan..." After a pause, Nangong Yuanfeng suddenly stepped forward.

This name was not well known in the Great Scholar Hall of the Kunxu Realm, but in the Master Teacher Continent, it was a household name.

"Hmm?" Zhong Qing and Fan Xiaoxu both looked over.

"He is not from the Hundred Schools of Thought, but a super master teacher from the Master Teacher Continent, the head of the Zhang family. The reason we failed to obtain the World-Transmitting Heavenly Talisman was because we were defeated by him!" Nangong Yuanfeng said.

"Him?"

Zhong Qing narrowed his eyes.

The Hundred Schools of Thought went to seek the World-Transmitting Heavenly Talisman and entered the Confucian Temple, only to fail at the last moment. As a top teacher of the Great Scholar Hall, he naturally knew something about it, but he hadn't expected it to be this person.

"You... how do you know his name?" Zhong Qing stared at the young man before him.

Even he had not heard of it, yet this fellow blurted it out—it was bound to raise suspicion.

"I..." Fan Xiaoxu stiffened.

He had originally thought that this Zhang Xuan was an ancient sage of the Great Scholar Hall, but it turned out he was not from the Hundred Schools of Thought!

No wonder he had to borrow his body to come here.

"You live here and have never left, yet you know his name. Could it be... that Zhang Xuan has come to the Kunxu Realm?"

With a jump of his brow, an ominous thought emerged in Zhong Qing's mind.

The person before him had suddenly become so powerful and had uttered the name Zhang Xuan. As an Immortal Realm Great Perfection expert, it was easy to associate this with the possibility that the master teacher from the Master Teacher Continent had already arrived.

"He..."

Just as Fan Xiaoxu was at a loss for how to answer, a whistling sound rang through the air, and then the clear sky began to collapse incessantly.

Everyone looked up and saw two figures locked in combat. With each clash, a rift tens of kilometers long appeared in the sky, accompanied by countless thunderbolts, as if the world itself could not bear it.

"Who exactly are you? I do not kill nameless men!" The one behind, a man with blood all over his head, gritted his teeth.

"Your grandfather, Zhang Xuan!"

The young man in front chuckled.

"He is Zhang Xuan?"

Everyone was stunned.