Unparalleled Martial God

The clear sound stopped and Nangong Ying finally opened his mouth, "Everyone, Chu Yang will be a core disciple of our Martial Arts Academy from now on, everyone please be careful."    

Not too bad, but every deacon understood what that meant. This was a warning, a warning from Nangong Ying.    

He was warning the Zhao Family!    

Whoosh!    

The tense atmosphere instantly disappeared, and all the deacons sighed in relief. If they were to lose all decorum then it would be a fierce battle, and as for what this meant, they were all too clear about it.    

As for the Zhao Family and the Coiling Dragon Martial School, it was hard to say who would win in the end.    

Zhao Du's taut heartstrings loosened. So what if the Zhao Family had defeated the entire Coiling Dragon Martial School? There was a gigantic figure behind the academy, the Five Elements Sect.    

Dou Antai was already paralyzed with fear on his chair. If Nangong Ying had decided to make things difficult for the Zhao Family, he would be the first one to die.    

Chu Yunlong did not say anything, but the killing intent in his heart was uncontrollable. Earlier, he should have killed Dou Antai and plotted to kill his son. No father would let go of an enemy like this.    

"Trash, you have made me look forward to it for nothing!"    

Li Yu closed his eyes and spoke to himself, causing everyone's mouth to twitch. Only he dared to say Nangong Ying was trash.    

"Alright, let me take a look and see if Big Li isn't trash or if the little sheep he's talking about is really that shocking."    

Nangong Ying's final word, this was the situation. In an instant, all of the deacons' eyes turned to look at the stage. They also wanted to know if Chu Yang was that amazing.    

Naturally, Chu Yang and Ji Jingcheng, who were on the arena, did not know about the higher ups of the Coiling Dragon Martial School.    

Ji Jingcheng's sword martial spirit was famous for its swordsmanship in the Coiling Dragon Martial School. It had a very good cultivation, reaching the peak of Houtian seventh stage and could reach the Houtian eighth stage anytime. He was already considered a core disciple.    

"You won't be too disappointed."    

With Ji Jingcheng's challenge, the sword martial spirit in Chu Yang's consciousness became more active and his battle intent soared.    

Chu Yang had a feeling that if he fought with Ji Jinglang, his swordsmanship would have a big breakthrough.    

With a "peng" sound, Chu Yang pulled out a sword from his storage ring.    

The three foot long green steel sword had a cold glint on its edge. It was a very ordinary sword, but to the eyes of the crowd, it was very different. At this moment, Chu Yang felt like a drawn sword, showing its sharpness.    

Ji Jingcheng's pupils shrank. In his mind, his sword martial spirit seemed to have met a great enemy and started to tremble. This situation had never occurred before.    

Clang!    

Ji Jingcheng also drew out his own sword. It was about three feet long, and its entire body was a white jade color. There was a cold aura emitting from it, and when the sunlight fell on it, it emitted a blinding cold light.    

His sword was clearly a treasured sword, much better than Chu Yang's.    

Martial Arts in the Origin realm were divided into high school and middle class. Weapons in the Origin realm were also divided into upper, middle, and lower class. This was a high-grade treasure sword.    

"I don't think so. Bullying others with my sword!"    

Ji Jingcheng's words shocked everyone. He completely treated Chu Yang as an extremely strong opponent and would not let go of any of his advantages.    

Below the stage, the surrounding Martial Arts School disciples could not help but stare with wide eyes. This was Chu Yang's first time using his sword. Even when he faced the foreman, Dou Antai, his sword hadn't come out yet.    

As for how Chu Yang's sword technique was like, they could already see it from Ji Jingjing's attitude. But the details were so astonishing that no one could imagine it. Their minds were all filled with thoughts of Chu Yang using a mere Tempest Palm to instantly kill his opponent.    

Sword attack!    

Chu Yang moved.    

Seascape also moved.    

The two swords intersected, giving each other a light touch.    

With the sudden change in auras, the spectators below the arena suddenly felt as if the air had been stifled, and their minds were suppressed to the point that they couldn't even breathe. They were completely intimidated by the two's explosive auras and sharp sword auras.    

Swish!    

The sword moved like a snake, it was impossible to find. It seemed like it was possible in every direction, the sword light enveloped Chu Yang's face, throat, chest, and many other vital spots.    

A hissing sound could be heard. The sword was like a huge snake, but it was also like the sound of a crossbow being fired. It split the air, and while he was exerting his strength, the big veins on his body were like bowstrings as they buzzed.    

This sword strike did not seem like a sword attack to the disciples of the Martial Arts Academy. Instead, over a hundred archers were shooting their arrows at the same time. The arrows penetrated their hearts.    

"Alright!"    

Chu Yang could not help but praise it. Just like that, he felt a bloody aura, like the iron hooves of an army. Wherever it went, heads would roll and people would not be afraid.    

This time, when he went to the spring to call upon the old tribe, the flag of 100,000 soldiers beheaded Yan Luo!    

Such a poem couldn't help but surface in Chu Yang's mind, causing him to be stunned.    

A good opponent was hard to come by.    

Only with a good opponent would he be able to continuously improve and unleash his potential.    

In the vast sea of people, it was hard to find a confidant.