I Have Awakened The Deduction System

To be able to defeat a Buddhist expert with just one move was genuinely terrifying.

"We must join forces. This person's strength is not something we can deal with alone!" Another half-step saint cultivator from Wudang Sect said.

The strength that He Chuan displayed caused them to be extremely shocked.

At the same time, they understood the gap between them.

If the four of them worked together, there was a chance of victory.

A considerable amount of true energy swept toward He Chuan, who was holding an iron sword. The four of them stood side by side, and their aura reached its peak.

However, He Chuan was calm and had a smile on his face.

He stood still, facing the combined attack of the four of them.

No matter how strong he was, just his calm demeanor was enough to make everyone present admire him.

A strong wind was gradually blowing in the field, and the sandstorm made it hard for people to open their eyes.

The Alliance Army soldiers protected the eight vassal kings and retreated. The battle in a while would be earth-shattering. It was better for ordinary people to stay away from the battlefield.

Not to mention ordinary people, even Xiantian cultivators didn't dare to come close. Otherwise, just the aftermath of the leak could seriously injure them.

The seven sect leaders' faces were solemn. They retreated ten miles away, but their eyes were fixed on the changes in the field.

"This man is definitely not that nine thousand years old Wei Zhengchun. He is a famous half-step saint cultivator in the martial arts world. I have heard of Wei Zhengchun but have never heard of this person," Said Zhou Ganming, the sect master of the Kongtong Sect.

It was true that they had never heard of the mysterious evil-warding sword technique. Such a powerful cultivator must be well-known in the martial arts world, but neither the sect master of the Kongtong Sect nor the other six major sects had heard of him.

"Is this man really an expert of the Imperial Palace?" The Wudang Sect leader, Zhang Junbao, gripped the hilt of his sword nervously.

He had seen the strength of the two half-step saint cultivators of the Wudang Sect before, and with their exquisite Wudang Sword Technique, hardly anyone in the same realm could rival them.

But now, they had been defeated so cleanly, which refreshed their worldview.

"Haha, you guys should have attacked together a long time ago. In this way, you were only giving me a little fun!" He Chuan felt a little unsatisfied when facing a one-on-one attack.

Before he could exert any strength, his opponent had already fallen.

The four half-step saint cultivators quickly spread out and surrounded He Chuan from all directions.

A terrifying aura spread out and enveloped He Chuan within.

Everyone raised twelve percent of their true energy and did not dare to hold back. The mysterious expert in front of them was too powerful, and they had to use all of their strength.

Would keeping this person alive be a huge threat in the future? The four of them felt that He Chuan would likely break through to become a saint cultivator.

Little did they know that He Chuan was suppressing his strength to play with them. If he had used his full force, they would have long been crippled.

Nine thousand years old Wei Zhengchun had already suppressed the seven great sects for a long time. If another one appeared, wouldn't the seven great sects be unable to raise their heads? This mysterious expert must die.

Killing intent soared into the sky.

Initially, he wanted to play a little. He didn't think these people didn't know what was good for them and wanted to kill him.

It seemed that he had to teach the four of them a lesson.

His eyes suddenly became extremely sharp. The metal sword in his hand buzzed as if it had a life of its own.

"Violet Energy of the East!" He Chuan was like a rising sun, surrounded by violet energy.

He swung his sword forward lightly. Time seemed to stop at this moment, and the sword intent seemed to pierce through the sky!

The sword intent traversed 30,000 miles, and its light could freeze nineteen continents!

The powerful sword's intent made people unable to resist!

The four half-step saint cultivators were terrified and quickly used their strongest moves to resist.

First, the Wudang cultivator was sent flying by the sword intent. His clothes were torn like rags, and he spat a mouthful of blood.

Then, the sword intent streaked across the sky. The other Wudang cultivator was also unable to resist. The sword in his hand shattered, and a deep wound appeared on his chest.

"Amitabha. Senior brother, resist together with me!"

The two prominent Shaolin monks were quite shrewd. They knew that it was very difficult to resist the sword intent alone. There was still a chance if they attacked together.

"Wishful thinking!" He Chuan sneered. His sword intent had already reached its peak. Even if the four of them attacked at the same time, they still wouldn't have the chance.

Not to mention the two people just now.

In front of the sword intent, the protective energy was as fragile as a thin piece of paper. It was easily cut open. The Golden Bell Shield, which the Shaolin Sect was proud of, was extremely weak.

The sword intent injured the two half-step saint cultivators of the Shaolin Sect. Their chests were filled with crisscrossed wounds.

This result shocked everyone present.

The half-step saint cultivators of Wudang and Shaolin Sects hadn't even taken a single move from He Chuan.

Just what kind of mysterious background did this expert have?

Back then, even the nine thousand-year-old Wei Zhengchun might not have been this strong.

It was too terrifying!

Could it be that the martial arts world no longer had a chance to resist?

He Chuan threw away the iron sword in his hand. In his hands, even flowers, plants, and trees could become divine weapons. He had just wanted to test the power of the evil-warding sword technique on a whim and did not use the system's reward sword.

Otherwise, these people just now would probably be dead by now!

Swoosh!

A poisonous needle secretly attacked He Chuan!

However, it directly melted half a meter in front of him!

"So it's you!" He turned his eyes to Daoist Tieling, the sect master of Kunlun Sect, and suddenly remembered that Zhou Shimin had been poisoned.

Daoist Tieleng initially thought that although He Chuan had defeated four half-step saint cultivators with one sword, his breath was definitely unstable now. If he took the opportunity to hurt the other party with the poisonous needle, he could turn the defeat into victory.

However, things didn't go as planned. He Chuan's strength was far beyond his imagination. When Daoist Tieling saw his fierce gaze, he turned around and wanted to escape!

That's right, as the sect master of Kunlun Sect, he was scared out of his wits under just one gaze!

"You still dare to run!" He Chuan said disdainfully.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed at the air. Daoist Tieling, who had just flown into the air, seemed to be controlled by an invisible force. He couldn't even move his fingers.

He Chuan slowly walked in front of Daoist Tieling, and his gaze landed on his dantian.

"No! Senior, spare me!"

As a Xiantian ninth-stage expert, once his sea of energy was crippled, he would no longer be able to practice martial arts. He would be a complete cripple for the rest of his life.

This was worse than death.

"You have to pay the price for doing something wrong!" He Chuan slowly stretched out his index finger and pointed at Daoist Tieling's dantian.

A shrill scream rang out.

Daoist Tieling's sea of energy was like a deflated rubber ball. His true energy kept dissipating until he became an ordinary person.

The Kunlun sect leader was crippled, and the others were so scared that they did not dare to move.

What if this mysterious expert was unhappy and crippled them all.

Seeing that everyone had become more obedient, He Chuan nodded his head in satisfaction.

"If you dare to take another half a step into the ordinary people's dispute, I will cripple all of you. Stay in the mountain gate and cultivate. Don't meddle in worldly affairs all day long! If there is a next time, don't blame me for being merciless!" He Chuan waved his sleeve, and he threw Daoist Tieling to the feet of the other six sect masters.

Seeing the miserable state of the Kunlun Sect master, they could only nod their heads obediently!

A breeze blew past, and He Chuan's figure had already disappeared.

The people at the scene felt as if their acupoints had been pressed, and they were unable to regain their senses for a long time.