Looking at Ning Tian on the debating stage, gracefully facing several proud young geniuses, Yin San Shi couldn't help but clench his teeth and let out a deep, cold snort.
He turned around to leave.
"Shi Di San Shi, where are you going?"
Just as Yin San Shi had turned around, the voice of Li Changsheng came from nearby.
"Going to the toilet, what, is Shi Xiong Li suddenly interested in men going to the bathroom?" Yin San Shi glanced indifferently at Li Changsheng.
"That is not the case."
Li Changsheng slightly smiled, "It's just that our Demon Sect's grounds are vast, and I fear Shi Di San Shi might lose his way, so I thought I'd accompany him."
"There's no need." Yin San Shi waved his hand, "I have a habit, when people follow me, I can't urinate."
After speaking, he turned and left the debating stage.
Watching Yin San Shi's departing figure, a sharp light flashed in Li Changsheng's eyes, then he signaled his disciples to pass this message to the Great Elder.
The members of the Shadow Demon Sect still needed to be closely monitored.
After leaving the debate stage, Yin San Shi walked to a secluded corner. Once certain no one was around, he activated a spirit communication talisman. The voice of the Hawk-nosed Elder transmitted from it.
"San Shi, how did it go? Did you fiercely slap the face of the Demon Sect?"
The Hawk-nosed Elder's voice contained a bit of confidence.
Clearly, he had great confidence in his disciple.
"No."
Yin San Shi's face was gloomy, his teeth clenched, "Sect Master, it was ruined by a legendary ancestor of the Demon Sect. You'd better come over soon."
"Oh?"
"Even you failed?"
Hearing this, the Hawk-nosed Elder was somewhat surprised, and a cold glint seemed to flash in his eyes. "Well then, just wait for us to arrive."
After speaking, the image on the communication talisman disappeared, severing the connection.
"Hmph!"
"So what if you can talk? Later during the forced abdication, your Demon Sect will still lose face!"
Yin San Shi snorted coldly.
Then, he turned and walked back to the debating stage.
The Debating Stage.
A group of geniuses was sweating profusely, looking at the young man in front of them with shock and awe.
This legendary ancestor of the Demon Sect was too terrifying!
Facing the joint debate by dozens of them at once, he managed to remain completely unpressured!
They were utterly out of options!
While the disciples of the Demon Sect were becoming more and more admiring of Ning Tian, regarding such an ancestor as a god!
"So powerful."
"Is this ancestor a versatile player?"
The corners of the geniuses' mouths were bitter as they just witnessed Ning Tian handle any topic thrown at him.
"It's my turn!"
At that moment, a voice rang out. Finally unable to sit still any longer, Ling Ao shouted out loud, leaped down, and landed in front of Ning Tian.
"Finally!"
"Now there's a good show to watch!"
Seeing Ling Ao take action, the eyes of the crowd of geniuses and Demon Sect disciples lit up!
One of the most powerful geniuses had finally made a move!
Could the ancestor still withstand it?
"I am Ling Ao from Ling Xu Sect, please advise me, Ancestor!" Ling Ao gave Ning Tian a salute and said slowly.
Ning Tian looked at him and asked, "Which Dao do you wish to discuss?"
"Jian (Sword), I want to discuss the Sword Dao."
A sharp light flashed in Ling Ao's eyes as he patted the sword at his waist.
"Sword Dao?"
Ning Tian was stunned for a moment, then his eyes brightened, and he nodded his head.
It had been so long since someone challenged him in the way of the sword.
After the System granted him the comprehension of the Sword Intent '', he hadn't had a chance to use it yet.
Now was the perfect opportunity to test the power of this Sword Intent martial art!
"Sword Dao!"
"Which Ling Ao is most skilled in is the Sword Dao!"
"I wonder if the ancestor can still hold on."
Hearing that Ling Ao actually wanted to discuss the Sword Dao, the crowd of geniuses understood that he was serious.
Ling Ao's strongest skill was the Sword Dao!
"Come on!"
With the corners of his mouth lifted, revealing a confident smile, Ling Ao slowly drew his sword from his waist.
"This Phantom Sword is a treasure-level weapon!"
Holding the Phantom Sword in hand, its blade white and hilt black, it shimmered faintly, revealing its extraordinary nature!
"A weapon at the treasure level!"
Upon hearing Ling Ao's words, many people gasped, envy flashing in their eyes.
Weapons were also graded: Spiritual Tools, Mystical Tools, Treasure Weapons, Immortal Weapons, and Divine Weapons!
Above the Divine Weapons, there were higher grades, but those were beyond the cognition of ordinary people.
In the entire Tian Ling realm, let alone Divine Weapons, even Immortal Weapons were hard to come by.
Thus, Treasure Weapons were naturally extremely precious!
Unexpectedly, the weapon in Ling Ao's hand was a Treasure Weapon, indicating how highly his Ling Xu Sect valued him!
"Treasure Weapon?"
Ning Tian muttered to himself, but he wasn't too worried. Weapons, after all, served mostly as auxiliary tools, and the key still lay with the user!
"Ancestor, why don't you draw your sword?"
Holding the sword, Ling Ao asked Ning Tian.
"I don't have a sword."
Ning Tian shook his head.
Ling Ao frowned, "How can you discuss the Sword Dao without a sword?"
"Ancestor, I have a good sword!"
"I do too, please use mine, Ancestor!"
"Me, me, me! I have one too, my sword is good, it's at the Spiritual Tool level!"
"Ancestor, use mine, and could you give me an autograph by the way?"
As the crowd heard Ning Tian had no sword, their eyes instantly lit up, excitedly pulling out their own swords, shouting towards Ning Tian.
"There's no need."
Ning Tian smiled and declined their kindness, "Although I don't have a physical sword, I do have another kind of sword."
"Another kind of sword?"
Hearing Ning Tian's words, everyone around was stunned.
They saw Ning Tian slowly lift his hand, spiritual energy emerged from his body, and as he operated his Sword Intent martial art, a sword formed of spiritual energy took shape in his hand!
"What is this!"
"A sword formed from spiritual energy?"
Seeing this scene, Ling Ao inhaled sharply.
"Is this, the Sword Intent having reached perfection!?"
In an instant, Ling Ao's expression turned extremely unsightly.
The spiritual energy formed into a sword. The fierce Sword Intent unintentionally released, transforming into a huge dragon, charging at a cliff not far away.
Boom!
Instantly, the cliff was pierced by the Sword Intent, creating a large hole and collapsing in a moment!
Whoosh!
At this moment, the crowd's eyes widened as they looked towards Ning Tian.
"Cough, cough, my hand slipped."
Ning Tian scratched his head. Although he had comprehended the Sword Intent, it wasn't yet polished, leading to just now's spectacle.
"This…"
Witnessing this scene, Ling Ao found it difficult to swallow. He sighed, "Ancestor, I concede defeat. In this Sword Dao debate, I have lost."
It was only the Sword Intent turned into a dragon, and he already understood he was certain to lose.
The Sword Intent he and Ning Tian had grasped were simply not on the same level.
"Eh?"
"We're not going to fight?"
Hearing Ling Ao's words, Ning Tian frowned. He hadn't even tested the might yet.
"No fighting."
Ling Ao shook his head, conceding defeat was better than humiliating himself.
"Then, Saintess of Yaochi, will you fight?"
Desiring to release the Sword Intent, Ning Tian could only turn his gaze to the Saintess of Yaochi. Among the geniuses present, she was the only one yet to make a move.
"Ancestor, I didn't come to debate. I mainly came to…" The Saintess of Yaochi hadn't finished speaking.
Suddenly, the sky above the Demon Sect's debating stage was covered with dark clouds, and a strong Emperor Realm aura instantly enveloped the entire Demon Sect!
(End of this chapter)