The spiritual energy was restored, and he became a mortal immortal in two days.

The appearance of Wen Jiabao's patriarch has escalated the severity of the situation dramatically.

However, Chen Xuan didn't even glance at the overwhelming sword strikes, continuing to tread on the half-dead Wen Jingyao.

Then, he swung a blade of energy backward, severing the ropes binding Lin Xiaoman and the others.

After landing, Lin Xiaoman quickly ran over and whispered, "Be careful. According to the information Ling Xiao gathered, this old guy is stronger than Xu Songyan."

Aunt Pan was still somewhat lucid and said with remorse, "Chen Xuan, I've dragged you into this. If you have a chance, don't worry about me, just escape on your own."

Grandpa Tian didn't say anything. His eyes were red. He looked around on the ground, picked up a long knife, and raised it. It seemed he wanted to help.

Dr. Wang acted even faster, and immediately contacted the higher-ups at Lingxiao after escaping the predicament.

To their astonishment, they discovered that all messages were blocked by the force of the blade and could not be transmitted.

"It's alright, just step back a few steps to avoid getting blood on you."

Chen Xuan waved to them, then stepped forward, blocking all the overwhelming sword pressure in front of him.

"Um?"

"You actually grasped the essence of the sword?"

"No wonder he can learn my Xuan Yi Cheng Tian Blade."

The Wen family patriarch sensed something amiss and couldn't help but glance at Chen Xuan again, leaning forward slightly and scrutinizing him with an intimidating gaze:

"I have only passed on this swordsmanship skill to Yao'er."

"Where did you learn that?"

"If you confess the truth, I can spare your life and take you into the Wen family as a disciple, considering your talent in swordsmanship."

At this moment, Wen Jingyao, who was being trampled underfoot, cried out hoarsely, "Ancestor, you mustn't! This brat has gone too far, disgracing the Wen family's prestige. He should be torn to pieces!"

"Shut up!"

The Wen family patriarch sternly rebuked, "With my sword intent within you, how could you lose to an outsider? Your aptitude is too poor; you are not capable of inheriting my sword path."

Upon witnessing this scene, a group of scions of prominent families paused slightly, casting envious glances at Chen Xuan.

Does this mean that as long as this guy submits, he can become the disciple of the Wen family patriarch and even obtain his sword-wielding supernatural abilities?

"Old man, I don't care about your swordsmanship skills."

"You don't need to be angry. You and Wen Jingyao are no different. You both fell to my blade."

Chen Xuan discarded the stolen knife; he wasn't used to it. No matter what kind of Dao sword or spirit sword it was, none were as good as the ones he could condense himself.

These words were spoken.

Everyone present was stunned, as if their throats had been choked and they were unable to utter a sound.

Could it be that this young man actually wants to challenge the Wen family patriarch to a sword duel?

The Wen family patriarch's face suddenly turned ashen, his gaze sharp as a knife as he locked onto Chen Xuan from afar: "It seems that my worthless great-grandson has made you mistakenly believe that my swordsmanship is nothing special."

"It's not just so-so."

Chen Xuan corrected him seriously, "Excuse my bluntness, but after thousands of years and two lifetimes, I'm still just as trash."

Lin Xiaoman's heart skipped a beat.

Dr. Wang's body trembled slightly, and he almost lost his grip on the communicator.

The two looked at each other, both on the verge of tears.

Sir, is it really okay for you to provoke the other person like this?

Even the Wen family patriarch was almost caught off guard when he suddenly heard these words.

Even now, given his status, position, and level of strength, how can he still be called trash by someone pointing fingers at him?

"You're practically asking for it!"

"Stubborn and unruly! Arrogant and conceited!"

"Does such a person even deserve to comment on my swordsmanship?"

boom!

A terrifying aura suddenly erupted.

The invisible sword energy that filled the sky materialized in the blink of an eye, like long swords floating in the air, emanating a chilling aura.

The blade's energy surged, and the killing intent was overwhelming.

"If you survive one of my strikes, then we can discuss my swordsmanship!"

Enraged, the Wen family patriarch directly activated the power of his golden core, using the sword intent of the Xuan Yi Cheng Tian Blade to draw upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, transforming it into sword energy.

This strike, imbued with all its power and carrying a trace of the power of heaven and earth, was like ten thousand blades returning to the sea, slashing towards Chen Xuan with overwhelming force.

"Fine! This time, let's see if you'll actually die!"

Wen Jingyao let out a venomous sound, staring intently at Chen Xuan.

Lin Xiaoman and the others' hearts clenched instantly.

If it were anyone else standing in their way, they would have given up hope by now, but standing before them was Chen Xuan.

Now, the best way to counter this attack is to summon the Tai Xuan Sword and use the way of the sword to fight against the way of the blade; perhaps then there is a chance of victory.

This patriarch of the Wen family is not at the early stage of the Golden Core realm, but at the middle stage, and his cultivation level even surpasses that of Xu Songyan!

"I also have a knife; let's see if you survive this time."

Chen Xuan spoke calmly, then his eyes turned cold, his fingers condensed in the air, and sword energy spewed out, transforming into flying knives as thin as cicada wings.

"go."

With a flick of his finger, the flying knife transformed into a streak of light, its power alone capable of countering the thousands upon thousands of sword energies unleashed by the Wen family patriarch.

"What? Why isn't the master using swordsmanship? Why is he using the way of the knife?"

"Isn't this using one's own weaknesses to attack another's strengths?"

"etc--"

"Sir, could you really know the way of the sword?!"

Upon witnessing this blow, Lin Xiaoman blurted out a scream.

"Sword cultivators don't use the way of the sword, but instead use the way of the knife... Isn't that a bit presumptuous, sir?" Dr. Wang muttered to himself.

"Wow, that's amazing! That's so mysterious! I don't understand it."

Aunt Pan turned to the two of them and asked, "Can Chen boy win?"

"It's hard to say..."

This time, even Dr. Wang, who had always had great confidence in Chen Xuan, could only manage a wry smile.

"Look, everyone!"

At this moment, Grandpa Tian suddenly pointed to the sky and cried out in surprise.

Even without his reminder, everyone who was paying close attention to the situation was already shocked to discover that Chen Xuan's throwing knife had actually broken through the overwhelming force of the blade.

As if entering an empty field, no matter if you have ten knives, a hundred knives, or a thousand knives, as long as they touch this throwing knife, they will shatter instantly!

The Wen family patriarch's "Ten Thousand Blades Return to the Sea" technique was like a mud wall; before it could even be pressed down, it collapsed completely and ceased to exist.

Swish!

The throwing knife flew straight through, slicing across the left cheek of the Wen family patriarch with the force of a falling meteor, leaving a trail of blood mist.

Even after passing by, it continued its momentum, speeding forward relentlessly.

Where the arrow streaked through the air, faint scorch marks even appeared, lingering for a long time.

It wasn't until Chen Xuan waved his hand that the flying knife stopped, and then with another wave, it vanished into nothingness, as if it had never existed.

"You won?!"

Lin Xiaoman rubbed her eyes hard, her eyes widening to round bulge.

"So it turns out that not only in swordsmanship... sir, you are also at the pinnacle in the way of the blade!"

Dr. Wang jumped up excitedly and threw a powerful punch.

Looking at the old patriarch of the Wen family again, ever since Chen Xuan revealed his sword, he seemed to have turned into a clay statue, his mind in a daze, as if he had lost his soul.

He reached out and touched the old scar on his right cheek, then touched the new scar on his left cheek...

Pfft!

His knees buckled, and he slid to his knees on the spot, his voice barely audible in his utter disarray.

"So it was this cut... the same technique... the same scar..."

"I...I've lost again..."