CHAPTER 842: CHAPTER 844: ARE YOU MANGY CATS AND DOGS QUALIFIED TO CHALLENGE I?

The bald monk’s words resulted in complete silence at the venue.

Unable to endure any longer, challenge Yang Yan?

Isn’t this suicide?

The strength of Yang Yan is well known among the sect cultivators present.

A cultivator at the Saint King Realm is nothing compared to Yang Yan.

But they were familiar with the bald monk, their martial uncle, whose cultivation was at the Great Saint Realm.

Speaking of the Great Saint cultivation, in the Third Layer Heaven, such cultivation isn’t weak at all.

It could even be said to be a top-tier level of strength in this layer of heaven.

Yet compared to Yang Yan, the gap is too wide.

It’s not just one bald monk; even a hundred or a thousand couldn’t kill Yang Yan.

Going against Yang Yan like this is not just a matter of suicide, but also implicating them.

Because once Yang Yan makes a move, he doesn’t just kill one person, he kills a group, a sect of people.

Provoking such an existence is exceedingly unwise.

The elders of the sect were instantly anxious.

"Senior Yang, my martial uncle has a quick temper and speaks without thinking..." a sect elder hurriedly explained.

This time, before Yang Yan could speak, the bald monk rebuked the other party.

"Who do you say is not thinking? I’ve carefully considered this, and that’s why I want to challenge Yang Yan.

You are all cowards!

It’s true that Yang Yan is strong, but no matter how strong he is, can he surpass so many of us cultivators?

Can he possibly oppose a hundred alone?" the bald monk shouted loudly.

"They have come to bully us at our doorstep, and we must endure.

When have we ever endured such humiliation?"

His eyes fixed on Yang Yan.

"Since you don’t dare to make a move, then I will.

I take responsibility for my own actions, Yang Yan, I am the one provoking you.

This matter has nothing to do with them. If you want to kill, kill me; I have no regrets."

The bald monk then glanced at the sect cultivators.

"I hope my death can teach you all the meaning of courage."

He spoke with great righteousness!

The sect elders and disciples wore conflicted expressions.

They didn’t know what to say!

What the bald monk said was true; they had been bullied and still had to endure.

Truly lacking in courage!

They should stand up and resist Yang Yan together.

They shouldn’t endure Yang Yan’s bullying.

But they hadn’t, and now they were afraid of dying, retreating into the shadows, afraid of being implicated.

That’s the reality; it’s just that Yang Yan is too powerful.

To oppose someone like him is incredibly unwise.

They only hoped that, should Yang Yan make a move next, he wouldn’t implicate them.

"Master, what do you say?" A sect elder, not wanting the bald monk to act rashly, cautiously asked the sect master.

The sect master remained calm and composed.

"He can do whatever he wants to do.

I don’t care about it!

Moreover, whatever he does, it’s all his own idea, unrelated to the sect, or to us."

Then he bowed slightly to Yang Yan.

"Please, Senior, see clearly!"

Yang Yan looked at them indifferently, feeling amused in his heart.

Perhaps the sect elders and disciples weren’t acting, but the bald monk and the sect master’s master certainly were.

Did they really think he couldn’t see through their intentions?

They merely wanted to use a cultivator’s death to test his strength.

If his strength wasn’t strong, they naturally wouldn’t relinquish the sect’s foundation and might even attack him.

If his strength were formidable, they had already claimed that it was solely the bald monk’s idea.

They weren’t involved, nor could they stop it.

At that point, they hoped they wouldn’t be implicated, a very clever plan.

Unfortunately for them, they faced Yang Yan!

"People always like to think they’re smart.

They believe things they haven’t seen with their own eyes might be false.

So they think of testing to find the other’s limits.

Also, reducing their losses to a minimum," Yang Yan spoke slowly.

"But you’ve all imagined my limits too high!"

As Yang Yan finished his speech, the bald monk and the sect master’s face changed.

Their plots had been seen through by Yang Yan.

Trouble!

"Senior, we..." The sect master urgently tried to explain.

But Yang Yan didn’t give them a chance, raising a hand, he pointed.

Sword Qi swept across, crushing everything below.

This power was infused with the Supreme Sword Dao.

Supreme, unmatched Supreme Sword Dao, unparalleled, nothing could compare to it.

Never mind cultivators at the King Realm, even those at the Saint Level or those cultivated at the Great Saint Realm, were far behind compared to his Dao.

Therefore, only practitioners at the Saint cultivation and Great Saint cultivation could barely endure this sword stroke.

Cultivators at the King Realm facing it would only meet death.

A streak of Sword Qi shot forth, tearing through the void.

Transforming into an expanse of Sword Qi descending from the sky.

Sharp, cutting Sword Qi cascaded down like a torrential rain.

"Ah..."

In the blink of an eye, thousands of sect disciples were slaughtered by the Sword Qi.

Screams filled the air, piercing and distressing.

"Senior Yang, it was I who challenged you, I who offended you.

I already said it had nothing to do with the sect disciples.

Why did you kill them? They were innocent, you are murdering the innocent!" The bald monk anxiously said.

He immediately made a move, his power surging, trying to block Yang Yan’s Sword Qi.

"What you say, I must listen to and agree to?

What are you, a nobody!

You dare presume?

Besides, after killing them, I will kill you as well!"

The power of separation from another world emanated from Yang Yan, easily blocking the bald monk’s attempts to stop his all-encompassing Sword Qi.

The bald monk’s power was thwarted, his face grew more unsightly, forced to watch as sect disciples were slaughtered.

One by one they fell, powerless to aid.

"Master..." the bald monk immediately cried out.

The sect master’s complexion changed, realizing.

Yang Yan’s strength far exceeded his imagination.

His power was exactly as rumored, not false at all.

The opponent was truly formidable.

Just one person, capable of decimating their sect.

"Senior, I am willing to surrender the sect’s foundation, please have mercy." He bowed his head and pleaded.

In that moment, he could no longer maintain his calm and chose to yield to Yang Yan.

"Master..." the bald monk still wished to speak.

He didn’t wish to bow, he intended to fight Yang Yan.

He wanted to kill Yang Yan.

"Since both paths lead to death, Yang Yan, I might as well fight you with everything."

Seeing his master bowing down, refusing to rise, knowing that his master had submitted, surrendered.

His end, too, seemed inevitable.

After speaking, the bald monk immediately lunged towards Yang Yan, intending to kill him.

A force passed through his body.

This force came from behind the bald monk.

Before him stood Yang Yan.

The bald monk lowered his head, turning to look behind.

"Master..." The one who acted was his master, the sect master.

The sect master kept his head lowered.

"Senior, it was my disciple’s disrespect, please don’t be angry." He spoke again.

Blood oozed from the bald monk’s mouth...

"Just not being angry is enough?" Yang Yan said with overwhelming pressure.

The sect master raised his head to glance at Yang Yan, then waved his hand, severing his left arm.

"It is due to my poor teaching..."