Zhao Letian's arrogance was beyond what those Inner Sect Disciples had expected, leaving them both shocked and furious, wishing they could slaughter the brat on the spot.

"Die? The one who's going to die is you, isn't it? The rest of you, forget the Mantis, go and cripple him for me." Yan Kuan sneered coldly, speaking with a vicious tone.

"Understood!"

Those at True Martial First Realm nodded and immediately controlled their Spiritual Artifacts to fly over, surrounding Zhao Letian.

"Squeak!"

As soon as those in the True Martial Realm left, the Mantis let out a sharp scream, attempting to flap its wings and escape.

"Just a beast from the Primordial Martial Realm, I'm not interested, but I can't let it be taken by any Tom, Dick, or Harry, so die." Yan Guan smirked evilly, waving his hand to send out a Sword Qi, which directly killed the Mantis.

He wanted to tell Zhao Letian that anything he set his eyes on, even if he didn't want it, was not for someone like Zhao Letian to touch. He was just that overbearing. What could Zhao Letian do about it?

"You should be the ones to die."

Zhao Letian's expression darkened as he swung his longsword, slashing at the people around him. He was extremely furious that the Spiritual Beast he had been chasing for a long time was killed with a single strike by Yan Kuan. The la$te.st! c*h!ap&t+ers are a#lwa.ys* a%v#a-il+able+ f!i%rst on *-.$

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

Zhao Letian knew that the people in front of him were stronger than those who had been trapped in the Mysterious Dragon Formation for a long time, so he didn't hold back, immediately releasing three Dragon Roars.

"Ah!"

As the Dragon Roars sounded, those at True Martial First Realm, and even Yan Kuan at True Martial Second Realm, felt their cultivations suppressed. The piercing sound waves invaded their brains, causing their Divine Souls to tremble violently, feeling as if their heads were splitting open, and they fell from their Spiritual Artifacts to the ground.

"Die!"

The next moment, Zhao Letian executed the Body Technique "Carefree Travel," his figure darting around like an illusion. Wielding the azure longsword, under the enhancement of the Three Armor Power and sword momentum, accompanied by endless sound wave Sword Qi, he slashed across, instantly killing all of those at True Martial First Realm, leaving behind a tragic arc.

"Clang!"

However, when the azure longsword was swung at Yan Kuan, it was blocked by his sword, the violent True Yuan Power dissipating around them, causing both to stagger back.

"Hm?" Zhao Letian frowned, internally sighing that those at True Martial Second Realm were indeed formidable, not only higher in cultivation, but also with more robust Divine Souls compared to those at True Martial First Realm, less affected by the Dragon Roar, thus allowing Yan Kuan to quickly recover; otherwise, he too would have been taken by surprise and killed by a single strike.

"This is impossible! How can you, merely someone from the Primordial Martial Realm, possess the strength to match mine?" Although Yan Kuan blocked Zhao Letian's attack, his heart was immensely shocked. He had exerted his True Yuan Power, but it seemed to gain no advantage against Zhao Letian.

"Nothing is impossible. Today, I will make you understand that a higher cultivation doesn't give you the right to look down on others and be overbearingly tyrannical. You will die here, just like them." Zhao Letian said indifferently, again swinging his longsword, leaping forward, slashing towards Yan Kuan.

"Hmph! That sword strike just now must have been your strongest attack, but you couldn't harm me. How do you expect to kill me? My True Essence Power is incomparably mighty, far beyond the mere Primordial Energy of you ants in the Primordial Martial Realm. I can fight for a very long time. Once you've exhausted your internal Primordial Energy, your death will be at hand!" Yan Kuan coldly snorted, a vicious light flashing in his eyes as he gathered his True Essence Power and swung his sword to meet the attack.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

In the dense forest, sword lights intertwined, like a weaving shuttle crisscrossing, as if the Milky Way poured down. The trees that were struck were severed in mid-trunk, scattering leaves and branches everywhere, leaving the forest in disarray.

After a long battle, neither could gain an advantage over the other. Even though Zhao Letian had slain a True Martial Second Realm opponent just after emerging from seclusion, that person's strength was far inferior to Yan Kuan's. Moreover, the opponent had been trapped for a long time which allowed Zhao Letian to kill him easily.

On the contrary, Yan Kuan was different. As the younger brother of the third-ranked talent of the Inner Sect, Yan Peng, the cultivation resources he received were unparalleled among his peers, making his strength superior to many at his level. It was difficult for Zhao Letian to kill him.

"The strength of this man is on par with mine, and his internal True Essence Power is even denser than mine. He can fight for longer. If this drags on, it will surely be me who ends up dead," Zhao Letian thought while fighting.

To kill Yan Kuan, he would need to break through and bring out greater strength, but from the beginning of the fight, he had gone all out with nothing held back; how could he achieve a breakthrough?

"Unless I break through to the True Martial Realm, or, summon the Martial Soul to fight," thought Zhao Letian. Those were the only two ways.

However, while his Primordial Energy had accumulated to the peak of the Primordial Martial Realm, he had yet to find the opportunity to break through to the True Martial Realm, his Primordial Energy had not yet transformed into True Essence Power.

As for summoning the Martial Soul to aid in battle, while it could enhance his strength, it was extremely risky. Once the Martial Soul was damaged, it would impact the very foundation of one's martial path; at best, one's cultivation might decrease, negatively affecting future practice, at worst, it could lead to death on the spot. Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, few would summon their Martial Soul to fight.

Besides, even if he were to summon his Martial Soul, it was predicated on it being stronger than the opponent's. Otherwise, if summoned, his Martial Soul would still be suppressed by the opponent's. Zhao Letian's cultivation was too weak; clearly, his Martial Soul could not compete with Yan Kuan's.

"Ha ha, boy, have you run out of tricks? In contrast, I still have a trump card I haven't played. You are doomed, Sword Martial Soul, come forth!" Although Zhao Letian tried to remain calm, Yan Kuan detected a flicker of anxiety and couldn't help but laugh wildly, filled with arrogance. With a thought, he summoned a white light sword over a foot long, with a shape slightly different from Zhao Letian's Sword Martial Soul—more slender, meaning its quality was not as good as Zhao Letian's Sword Martial Soul, but it was stronger.

"Whoosh!"

As soon as the light sword Martial Soul appeared, it slash toward Zhao Letian with astonishing speed and dexterity, in concert with Yan Kuan.

Zhao Letian furrowed his brows immediately. He had been on equal footing with Yan Kuan, but with the addition of this Sword Martial Soul, he was quickly suppressed and forced into a passive defense, struggling to find an opportunity to attack as his internal Primordial Energy was rapidly depleting.

At this moment, if Zhao Letian chose to flee, he had a great chance to escape from the dense forest using the Body Technique "Carefree Travel," but such a retreat would affect his Martial Arts Heart, detrimental to his future cultivation.

Moreover, Zhao Letian had never intended to flee. This battle was an excellent opportunity to temper himself, possibly allowing him to find the opportunity to break through to the True Martial Realm.

"Boy, accept your fate. Your internal Primordial Energy is already depleted. You should be proud to die by my hand, Yan Kuan!"

As his internal Primordial Energy gradually dwindled, Zhao Letian's movements slowed down a bit, and in an unguarded moment, his arm was wounded by the Sword Martial Soul, which made Yan Kuan even more wildly arrogant. Although he too had consumed a lot of True Essence Power, he could sustain himself for a much longer time—the tremendous advantage of someone in the True Martial Realm over someone in the Primordial Martial Realm.

"I said, you, like those before, will die here. I, Zhao Letian, never speak in jest." Despite the severe depletion of Primordial Energy, Zhao Letian showed no fear. Instead, because he still hadn't found the opportunity to break through to the True Martial Realm, he grew angry. With a ruthless determination, he directly took out all the elixirs that could improve his cultivation from his storage ring and swallowed them all in one gulp.