Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 172

“What senior is he? He’s not even worthy of being my disciple!” Jiang Tian walked lazily, as if strolling in a park, shaking his head slightly with disdain.

“Young man, you are too arrogant!”

“Is he crazy? How dare he be so disrespectful to our master?”

“What kind of person are you? How dare you talk big and spout such nonsense?” Many members and disciples of the Zhang family began to shout, their faces flushed with anger, as if their lungs were about to explode.

“What’s going on?”

“How dare you insult Grandmaster Jiang? Are you insane?” Seeing them criticize Jiang Tian, many War Dragon members, not understanding the situation, came over. Some were already furious.

“Grandmaster Jiang is truly an extraordinary man!” Zhang Qitian’s face darkened, ugly to behold. He pointed at Jiang Tian arrogantly. “Your words are vast enough to swallow the sun and moon, encompassing heaven and earth. Well then, may this junior have the honor of experiencing your high skills?”

“You are not worthy!” Jiang Tian shook his head slightly, his gaze filled with disdain.

“I’m not worthy?” Zhang Qitian was slightly taken aback, then sneered mockingly. “Then who do you think is qualified to compete with you? Do you want my father to personally step in?”

“He is not worthy either!” Jiang Tian stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm and relaxed as he shook his head gently.

“What? Young man, you are too arrogant! You look down on everyone!” Zhang Qitian’s expression changed drastically. He clenched his fists angrily, wishing he could tear Jiang Tian apart.

“Haha, Brother, why bother with him? He’s clearly afraid of you, afraid of losing face, and doesn’t dare to fight!” Zhang Mingli’s face was full of ridicule as she shook her head disdainfully.

“Such a disappointment. After Master retired, have the War Dragons really fallen to this state?”

“Yeah, hiring such a cowardly fraud as a martial arts consultant is simply ruining their own future!”

“With such garbage standards, and you, Feng Xiguang and Shu Wei, still shouting about ‘building a second Dragon Group’—I think even after a hundred years, you still won’t compare to the Dragon Group!” Many Zhang family members, assuming Jiang Tian didn’t dare to accept the challenge, began to mock and sneer, even targeting Shu Wei and Feng Xiguang.

For a moment, the air was filled with ridicule and scorn.

Meanwhile, Jiang Tian picked up a glass of white liquor, took a sip, and remained silent, as if he had nothing to say and couldn’t bear to show his face.

Zhang Qitian thought the same. No longer angry, he sneered, “Young man, you really are arrogant. Even my father isn’t worthy of fighting you. So who do you think is worthy?”

“In all of China, only a handful of people are worthy,” Jiang Tian said with a faint smile, leisurely sipping his drink. “Only people like Ye Zhantian, the Dragon Head of the Dragon Group, or Lin Zhenyu, the leader of the Big Circle, would do.”

“What? Ye Zhantian? Lin Zhenyu?” The Zhang family members present were stunned, unable to believe their ears. They began to bark like wild dogs that had stepped on their tails.

“Young man, do you know what kind of existences they are?”

“Lin Zhenyu dominates overseas, the top expert of the Big Circle. Ye Zhantian is a once-in-a-century cultivation genius, the only person in this era who is expected to step into the Divine Realm within his lifetime! And you say only they are qualified to fight you? Who do you think you are?”

“That’s right,” Jiang Tian picked up a peanut, slowly peeled off the red skin, and popped it into his mouth, eating it with relish.

“Grandmaster Jiang truly is domineering!” Hearing this, Shu Wei, Feng Xiguang, Zhang Lang, and many War Dragons felt a surge of admiration. Recalling the majestic sight of Jiang Tian sweeping away an armored vehicle with a flick of his sleeve, they couldn’t help but feel awe and respect.

“This guy talks big and has no sense of proportion!” But the Zhang family members hadn’t witnessed it firsthand and didn’t believe it at all. They thought Jiang Tian was just boasting.

By now, Zhang Wendao was utterly disappointed in Jiang Tian. He shook his head and said, “For martial artists, the higher their cultivation, the more they realize their own gaps and shortcomings. He looks down on everyone, even the strongest in the world. He’s clearly an ignorant fool living in a well!”

“Why waste words on him?” Zhang Qitian slowly drew his treasured blade from his back. The gleaming blade pointed at Jiang Tian as he snarled, “Someone this ignorant deserves to be taught what a true martial artist is! Young man, draw your blade!”

This treasured blade had a wide back inlaid with purple gold, exceptionally heavy, while its edge was as thin as a cicada’s wing, razor-sharp, capable of splitting a hair. The lacquer on the hilt had peeled off, exuding an aura of ancient times.

The Snow Wave Golden-Back Blade was crafted by Master Lu Yezhi of the Lu Family Fort. In the past, Zhang ancestors had relied on this blade to slay countless experts, dominating the Chinese martial arts world.

“Grandmaster Jiang, fight him!” Seeing the other party repeatedly disrespect Jiang Tian, Tyrant Dragon’s eyes turned red with anger. He pulled out a sharp mountain-cleaving blade and offered it to Jiang Tian.

“Grandmaster Jiang!”

“Grandmaster Jiang, make your move!” Many War Dragons shouted loudly, unable to bear the insult to Jiang Tian.

“Old Master Zhang, please stop this! Qitian will only suffer if he fights Grandmaster Jiang!” Seeing this, Shu Wei and Zhang Lang grew anxious and stepped forward to persuade.

“Haha, Old Zhang is too arrogant. Someone needs to knock him down a peg!” But Feng Xiguang stroked his chin, smiling without a word, a hint of schadenfreude flashing deep in his eyes.

The War Dragons were elite forces, and many coveted positions within them. Feng Xiguang and Zhang Wendao had some history and conflict between them.

Sure enough, faced with persuasion, Zhang Wendao remained unmoved. He smiled faintly and said, “Shu Wei, martial arts exchanges should stop at the appropriate point! This will be a learning experience for both Grandmaster Jiang and Qitian!”

“Hah, with your skills, are you even worthy of using a blade?” Jiang Tian pointed to the silk belt around Tang Linglong’s waist. She quickly untied it and handed it to him.

“Young man, you’re too arrogant! Prepare to die!” Seeing this, Zhang Qitian was nearly driven mad with rage. With a loud shout, he exhaled forcefully, stepped hard with his right foot, and shot toward Jiang Tian like a furious dragon.

Everyone watched in shock as the special concrete ground caved in under Zhang Qitian’s foot, shattered by the sheer force.

“Is this the power of a peak Internal Force expert? It’s terrifying!” Many gasped, their faces turning pale with horror.

Zhang Qitian gripped the blade with both hands, slashing down toward Jiang Tian’s head. The gleaming long blade carried a fierce gust of wind, making it hard to breathe.

“White Tiger Leaping Over the Ravine, swift and fierce! With this strike, Senior Brother Qitian could even cut through steel plates!”

“Hmph, this kid is done for!”

“He’s far too overconfident. Even if he’s at the peak of the Iron Body level, or even a Grandmaster, if he’s at a disadvantage in weapons, he’ll still be killed by this strike!”

“Right, this is the Snow Wave Golden-Back Blade! It can even break through a Grandmaster’s protective energy!” Many disciples of the Zhang Family’s Five Tiger Severing Gate Blade looked at Zhang Qitian with worship and admiration.

They held Jiang Tian in utter contempt. In their eyes, Jiang Tian was as good as dead.

“Hmm, this child has truly grasped the essence of the Five Tiger Severing Gate Blade!” Even Zhang Wendao nodded repeatedly, a look of praise and a faint, gratified smile appearing on his face.

But before his smile could fully form, it froze on his face, never to be completed.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Jiang Tian smiled faintly and gently raised the silk belt in his hand.

Whoosh!

Jiang Tian swung it down.

In that instant, the silk belt, infused with Jiang Tian’s abundant True Essence, became as straight as a rod, transforming into the sharpest blade in the world.

The sharpness and ferocity of this strike were beyond description, like Pangu wielding his giant axe to split the primordial chaos and create a universe.

“Not good!” Zhang Wendao and the others’ expressions changed drastically. They cried out in alarm, wanting to save Zhang Qitian, but it was already too late.

Zhang Qitian also sensed the sharp blade energy. A warning surged in his heart, but he only had time to switch from offense to defense, raising his blade horizontally above his head to block.

Crack! A crisp sound rang out.

The Zhang family’s heirloom, the Snow Wave Golden-Back Blade crafted by the great master swordsmith, shattered as if made of paper.

The silk belt in Jiang Tian’s hand, its momentum unabated, changed from a slash to a strike and slapped onto Zhang Qitian’s shoulder.

Zhang Qitian felt an irresistible force crash down on him, as if Mount Tai were pressing on his shoulder. He fell to the ground with a wet smack, like a toad, blood streaming from all seven orifices as he instantly lost consciousness.

With his supporting palms and knees at the center, cracks spider-webbed across the concrete ground, a shocking sight.

“Jiang, you are too cruel!” Zhang Mingli and the other Zhang family members cried out in alarm, pointing at Jiang Tian angrily.

Zhang Qiming was their most respected senior brother, a seed player with the potential to reach the Grandmaster realm and lead the family in the future. To see him seriously injured and unconscious now—how could they not feel heartache and anger?

“Grandmaster Jiang won!”

“What a beautiful move!” The War Dragons cheered and leaped for joy, as if pumped with adrenaline.

“Grandmaster Jiang is too strong! An instant knockout!” Even Shu Wei and Feng Xiguang looked shocked and incredulous.

They had expected Zhang Qitian to lose, but not to lose so miserably, without even blocking a single move.

“What’s the big deal? You’re all so inexperienced. My master can even kill Grandmasters!” Tang Linglong, long accustomed to Jiang Tian’s formidable strength, curled her lip.

She thought to herself, Master crushed the Shennong Sect and killed so many Internal Force and Grandmaster experts. Now that was true dominance.

“All of you, be quiet!” Zhang Wendao trembled all over, his face deathly pale, as he sharply silenced his disciples.

Jiang Tian had used his True Essence to infuse the soft silk belt, turning it into a peerless divine weapon. This was already the Grandmaster realm where even flying flowers and plucked leaves could be used as weapons.

As the saying goes, a Grandmaster must not be insulted. If these disciples offended Jiang Tian and were killed on the spot, there would be nothing they could do.

Everyone fell silent, mouths shut tight.

Zhang Wendao took a deep breath, forcibly calming his turbulent emotions. He bowed respectfully to Jiang Tian with clasped fists. “It seems this old man’s eyes have grown dim, failing to recognize a true master. Grandmaster Jiang is undoubtedly a true martial arts Grandmaster.”

“I injured your son. Do you not hate me?” Jiang Tian asked with a faint, curious smile.

“This…” A flash of pain and anger crossed Zhang Wendao’s face, but he quickly concealed it. Clasping his fists and bowing respectfully, he said, “Others may not see clearly, but this old man understands a little.”

“At the last moment, Grandmaster Jiang changed his technique, turning the slash into a strike, deliberately suppressing its lethality. If you had struck directly, how could my worthless son still be alive?”