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Jiang Chen looked up at the giant net in the sky and chuckled softly, "If this is all you can do, you won't be able to kill me."
"Hmph, even at death's door, you're still so arrogant," Yan Xiaotian scoffed, extending his hand to summon the giant net down.
Jiang Chen smiled faintly, releasing his Spiritual Energy to form a blue barrier that enveloped the boat. From a distance, it appeared as if a blue bubble was wrapping around the vessel.
The giant net fell, landing on the blue barrier. Yan Xiaotian used his Inner Energy to manipulate the net, but no matter how much he stirred it, he could not break through the blue shield.
Suddenly, flames flickered on the blue barrier, glowing eerily as if they could incinerate the heavens. In an instant, the giant net was reduced to nothingness.
Yan Xiaotian was truly dumbfounded this time.
"Are you from a Daoist Techniques sect?" Yan Xiaotian asked.
There was a significant difference between martial arts and Daoist Techniques. Jiang Chen's move was not something a Martial Artist could execute.
"You don't need to ask because you're about to die," Jiang Chen replied calmly.
Yan Xiaotian's expression turned grave—graver than ever before. He had encountered cultivators before; even those skilled in Zhenren Dao Fa were no match for him. However, Jiang Chen's strength seemed to far exceed that of Zhenren Dao Fa.
"Even if you are a Daoist Practitioner, so what? If you want to kill me, it won't be as easy as you think," Yan Xiaotian said coldly.
"Is that so? If you have any tricks up your sleeve, now is the time to use them. If I make my move, you will undoubtedly die in one strike," Jiang Chen said with a light laugh, his demeanor playful.
The onlookers were dumbstruck; it was simply unbelievable that such a young man could effortlessly neutralize Yan Xiaotian's deadly attack.
Now, no one dared to underestimate Jiang Chen—not even Hu Sanxiong and Mary, whose expressions grew increasingly serious. Jiang Chen's strength seemed even greater than they had imagined; it was uncertain whether Yan Xiaotian could defeat him.
What would happen if Yan Xiaotian lost?
Hu Sanxiong and Mary felt their thoughts grow complicated as they contemplated their escape routes. However, it seemed they had no way out; they had never considered that Jiang Chen could be a match for someone from the Divine Realm.
Yan Xiaotian's usually calm heart began to stir. Jiang Chen's words were too arrogant, yet he had no choice but to take them seriously at this moment.
"You think you can kill me with one strike after just eighty years of cultivation? You overestimate yourself. You probably don't even realize that just now I used less than half of my power. If I unleash my full strength, do you think you could still stand here and talk to me?" Yan Xiaotian said coldly.
"I hope you give it your all; you'll only have one chance," Jiang Chen replied nonchalantly.
"Since you're so arrogant, don't blame me for using my advantage as an elder. Today, I'll show you what true martial prowess is," Yan Xiaotian said in a low voice, his anger igniting. He had roamed the martial world for decades without ever being humiliated like this. A young man behaving so audaciously in front of everyone—if Yan Xiaotian did not kill him today to relieve his anger, his reputation would be shattered and he might become a laughingstock in Huaxia Martial Arts.
Though he was furious inside, Yan Xiaotian did not dare let his guard down. Jiang Chen was not without strength; Daoist Practitioners were always unpredictable and could use magical tools, talismans, and formations to attack. Yan Xiaotian feared that Jiang Chen might have already set up some overwhelming formation here.
The formation could harness the might of heaven and earth, and even Yan Xiaotian had to tread carefully. If it were Jiang Chen, without relying on formations, magical artifacts, or talismans, even if Jiang Chen were a peerless genius in Daoist Techniques, Yan Xiaotian would not fear him.
Yan Xiaotian's expression grew serious as he fixed his intense gaze on Jiang Chen. Suddenly, the aura around him retracted, and with this withdrawal, the atmosphere became eerily silent and oppressive, reminiscent of the stillness before a storm, causing an inexplicable sense of dread and panic.
After a brief silence, Yan Xiaotian's robes billowed as if stirred by an unseen wind, his hair standing on end. A white stream of Jing Qi shot up from him into the sky. In that moment, Yan Xiaotian's momentum reached its peak; he appeared as imposing as a mountain, making those who beheld him feel small.
With fingers outstretched like claws, Yan Xiaotian grasped at the surface of the water. A column of water was instantly lifted by his command, soaring into the air. Under his manipulation, it danced like a dragon in flight. Yan Xiaotian infused Jing Qi into the Water Dragon, which radiated a white halo as if cloaked in holy light, speeding towards Jiang Chen. The rapid movement created a massive wave that split the water surface apart.
Jiang Chen stood calmly on the deck of the boat, leaning against the railing with a serene expression on his youthful face.
Everyone watched with wide eyes as the Water Dragon approached Jiang Chen. Yet he remained motionless; even Peng Tianqi felt his heart leap to his throat.
Suddenly, Jiang Chen moved.
He extended his hand slowly and deliberately. As the Water Dragon surged towards him, he lightly tapped its head with his fingertip.
In that instant, the unstoppable Water Dragon came to an abrupt halt. Then came a crashing sound as it disintegrated into a puddle of water on the river's surface.
Yan Xiaotian's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. This move—Gathering Water to Transform into Azure Dragon—was one of his signature techniques. He never expected it to be so easily defeated before Jiang Chen; with just a single finger, Jiang Chen had neutralized his lethal strike. Shocked and incredulous, Yan Xiaotian could hardly believe what had just happened.
"How is this possible? How did you do that? My Gathering Water to Transform into Azure Dragon contains boundless Inner Energy; how could you break it with just one finger? I refuse to believe it!" Yan Xiaotian asked incredulously.
Jiang Chen merely smiled faintly without answering. Instead, he gestured over the water's surface, summoning forth a silver column that surged upward and transformed into a dragon shape in mid-air. The scales made of water shimmered under the sunlight like silver armor on a giant dragon.
"Gathering Water to Transform into Azure Dragon is indeed a nice name," Jiang Chen remarked with a smile. "But unfortunately, what you conjured was not an azure dragon—not even close to an azure serpent. It was perfectly normal for me to dispel it with just one finger. Now let me show you my version of Gathering Water to Transform into Azure Dragon."
Yan Xiaotian's face turned pale as he watched Jiang Chen's Water Dragon take form. He felt ashamed; compared to Jiang Chen’s creation, his earlier Water Dragon was nothing more than an inferior imitation.
Just as he was taken aback, Jiang Chen pressed forward with an outstretched hand. The Water Dragon lowered its head towards him as he stepped onto its head proudly. The Water Dragon soared into the air with Jiang Chen atop it, flying towards Yan Xiaotian.
Seeing this, Yan Xiaotian had no time for astonishment; he quickly retreated several hundred meters across the water's surface. Once he created some distance between them, he looked at Jiang Chen and spoke again: "Who exactly are you? I refuse to believe someone so young could possess such cultivation!"
"You are already a dead man; why bother knowing so much?" Jiang Chen replied lightly, regarding Yan Xiaotian as one would an insignificant insect. Throughout their exchange, he showed no sign of emotional fluctuation towards him.
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