Chapter 1553: Chapter 1553: This Awesome Point

Han Yan only now realized that Jian Wuchen’s status in the past was so high, being one of the two Saints most likely to take over the position of the Holy Master. However, thinking back to that Dustless Sword Intent when his injuries were first healing, she was relieved. It must be known that back then his meridians had just begun to regain vitality, far from being fully healed, yet that Sword Intent was already reaching the heavens. Now, as his injuries gradually heal, his cultivation must have recovered significantly as well. If Ao Fangchen dares to look down on him like before, he might suffer a great loss.

Han Yan was somewhat looking forward to the confrontation between the two. Of course, she only had such expectations because she knew that Jian Wuchen’s injuries had healed, those who didn’t know would feel differently.

"Elder Ao, the Holy Master has ordered that without his permission, no one is allowed to set foot on Holy Sword Peak. Are you intending to oppose the Holy Master?" Seeing the hostility flash in Ao Fangchen’s eyes, Jin Qisheng became even more anxious and shouted loudly.

"Hmph, Mu Hanyan has caused my disciple to be severely injured with his cultivation ruined. Even if the Holy Master were here today, I would seek justice." Ao Fangchen paid no heed to Jin Qisheng and said coldly.

"Justice, what is justice? According to you, you are justice. Then if I say I am justice?" Jian Wuchen said indifferently.

"Just by you, a cripple, have the right to say this? Draw your sword, I want to see how a cripple like you dares to mention the word justice in front of me." As Ao Fangchen spoke, he slowly drew his longsword and slashed toward Jian Wuchen.

Although his heart was full of disdain for Jian Wuchen, with Ao Wuchen’s years of cultivation experience and mental state, he would not underestimate any opponent. This sword strike still used ninety percent of his power, leaving a bit of reserve to prevent accidentally killing him.

With one sword slash, it seemed as if the entire world was split in half by that towering Sword Light.

Under that Sword power, some younger people with slightly lower cultivation even went weak in the knees, directly collapsing to the ground, their faces pale. Fortunately, Ao Wuchen’s mental state was focused on Jian Wuchen; otherwise, this very Sword power could cause their internal organs to stir and make them vomit blood on the spot.

Ao Fangchen’s approach to Holy Sword Peak created quite a commotion, attracting many Holy Court Disciples who came to watch the excitement. Already harboring enmity towards Han Yan and the others, they naturally hoped to see them suffer. However, they dared not defy the Holy Master’s prohibition and all stopped at the foot of Holy Sword Peak.

Even though they were still a hundred feet away, they still felt Ao Fangchen’s sword’s power, causing many to go weak at the knees and nearly turn and flee.

"Be careful!" Jin Qisheng was also extremely shocked and couldn’t help but exclaim.

With Ao Fangchen’s reputation and experience, he seldom had opportunities to make a move, so this was even Jin Qisheng’s first time seeing him in action, realizing now that the Divine Elder was not famous for nothing; Ao Fangchen’s power was indeed terrifying.

Zhuang Ping’an and other Guardians of the Gods were even more alarmed, their gazes toward Jian Wuchen filled with worry.

"Sword Dao, Dustless!" In their worried gazes, Jian Wuchen also slashed with his sword.

This sword was so calm, so effortless, yet so sacred and flawless, seemingly one with the world, embodying the highest order of the universe.

Under that sacred Sword Light’s shroud, everyone felt a lightness. The sword of Ao Wuchen, originally full of killing intent, suddenly lost all murderous intention, becoming so mediocre, actually being cut through by Jian Wuchen’s seemingly light-as-feather sword.

The remaining sword energy did not diminish, directly striking Ao Fangchen’s chest.

"Pfft!" Ao Fangchen staggered back several steps, a mouthful of blood spattering out.

"This, is my justice." Jian Wuchen extended his longsword toward Ao Fangchen and said indifferently, as if transcending the mundane, towering above the Nine Heavens.

"Wuchen Sword, his injuries have really healed, really healed..." Looking at Jian Wuchen, proud and beyond reach, yet overwhelmingly powerful, Jin Qisheng was in a daze, muttering to himself.

Jin Qisheng suddenly recalled, just after Han Yan made a wild claim last time, he too sensed such a Dustless Sword Intent, but he didn’t believe it then, thinking it a hallucination.

Only now did he realize, it was no hallucination, Han Yan was not speaking boastfully, nor arrogantly. From that moment, she had already begun healing Jian Wuchen’s injuries, otherwise, Jian Wuchen could never have recovered to such an extent.

The Holy Court Disciples below Holy Sword Peak were also stunned, Jian Wuchen’s right arm’s meridians had long been ruined, a fact well known in the Holy Court. Over the past thousand years, countless Holy Court Dan physicians and saints had struggled to heal him but all to no avail, which was no secret. Some even viewed Jian Wuchen as a mere cripple, saying his stay in the Holy Court was a waste of resources.

No one expected that the wounds countless Dan physicians failed to treat would suddenly heal, and the power of Jian Wuchen after recovery was so terrifyingly sublime that even a being like the revered Divine Elder, Ao Fangchen, could not withstand even one of his swords.

"Your wounds have actually healed!" Ao Fangchen wiped the blood from his mouth, saying resentfully.

A thousand years ago, in the great battle with the temple, many of the Holy Court’s old generation masters perished. In the millennia that followed, as the few remaining senior masters gradually passed away, Ao Fangchen’s status grew increasingly elevated and detached, rarely having encounters to battle others. Many Holy Court Disciples even regarded him as one of the few masters on par, except for the Holy Master, yet they never expected that his first action in ages would see him defeated in a single sword by Jian Wuchen, an enormous blow to his prestige.

Saying this, he glared fiercely at Jin Qisheng. Jian Wuchen’s recovery must have something to do with him; if he had given a reminder, he wouldn’t have been defeated so terribly?

Being given a glare by Ao Fangchen, Jin Qisheng felt a tension in his heart, knowing this old man misunderstood, yet could only smile wryly, helpless. He wished Jian Wuchen’s recovery had been his doing, but unfortunately, all the credit belonged to Han Yan, with no part on him.

If it were someone else, perhaps Jin Qisheng would have explained, but knowing Ao Fangchen’s domineering nature, once decided, nothing could change his mind. No matter the explanation, he simply wouldn’t believe it, thus saving his breath.

"Elder Ao, let it go. We have known each other for a millennium, why harm our relations over the matters of the younger generation? Besides, this started with Yutang, let the young settle their own grievances." Jian Wuchen retracted his longsword and said leisurely.

He and Ao Fangchen had known each other for a thousand years and did not wish to sever ties with him over this matter.

"Let them resolve it themselves? Hmph, Jian Wuchen, you speak easily. How can Yutang resolve it himself when Han Yan has ruined his cultivation?" Ao Fangchen snorted coldly.

"So you are determined not to spare Han Yan?" Jian Wuchen said solemnly, his hand gripping the sword hilt again.

While reluctant to break completely with Ao Fangchen, he absolutely could not allow him to harm Han Yan.

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