Meng Fan watched Wu Tian's punch, which contained two divine abilities, both clearly typical Buddhist techniques, with a calm expression.
The Hong Qi Sword in his hand transformed into a streak of light with a "whoosh."
At the same time, hundreds of strands of Sword Qi instantly condensed around Meng Fan.
Each strand of Sword Qi was different from the others.
This was because they were the result of over a hundred sword techniques cultivated to their peak.
"Sword Comes."
The first move of Myriad Swords Returning to Me.
Meng Fan held back against Wu Tian.
After all, Wu Tian was not an enemy, much less a mortal enemy!
Moreover, he might even become a junior brother.
So naturally, Meng Fan was reluctant to use his Sword Pellet and unleash over a hundred Spiritual Swords to obliterate Wu Tian.
Even a cultivator at the Condensation Pill Realm would be easily killed by the Small Thousand Sword Formation formed by over a hundred Spiritual Swords.
Wu Tian clearly couldn't withstand it!
If he accidentally killed Wu Tian, Elder Lin would definitely hold him accountable.
Therefore, Meng Fan only condensed Sword Qi and did not use his Spiritual Swords.
Over a hundred strands of Sword Qi arranged themselves in the void, forming a Small Thousand Sword Formation, and blasted towards Wu Tian.
Although it was just Sword Qi, the power of the Small Thousand Sword Formation should not be underestimated!
Meng Fan's move was extremely fast. Though it seemed flashy, the Sword Qi reached Wu Tian before his punch could land.
That's the nature of a Sword Cultivator—speed!
The Sword Qi fell on Wu Tian like raindrops.
However, these raindrops were a bit large, long, and thick!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Each strand of Sword Qi landed on Wu Tian with a muffled explosion.
Over a hundred strands of Sword Qi!
It was even more exhilarating than setting off firecrackers.
Wu Tian didn't take these strands of Sword Qi seriously, believing that so many strands couldn't be strong.
In his eyes, Meng Fan was just at the fourth level of the Heavenly Origin Realm. Condensing one strand of Sword Qi might be powerful, but condensing over a hundred at once would surely disperse the power.
So he didn't stop, ignoring Meng Fan's Sword Qi, and continued his punch towards Meng Fan.
He planned to use the Dragon Subduing Golden Body to withstand Meng Fan's Sword Qi.
The result…
In the next second, his clothes were shredded into countless pieces, and his body, no longer golden, was covered in blood.
His Dragon Subduing Golden Body was broken, turning his golden body into a bloody one.
All blood!
Meng Fan had held back at the critical moment, so although Wu Tian looked miserable, covered in blood, it was all superficial wounds.
"This…" Wu Tian stood there, almost naked, speechless and dumbfounded.
He vaguely felt that Meng Fan hadn't used his full strength, yet he was already in this state.
However, he hadn't used his full strength either!
This guy, even with his clothes torn by Sword Qi, didn't feel embarrassed at all and remained calm.
He didn't admit defeat but instead launched another palm strike at Meng Fan.
A golden, radiant, and dazzling Buddha's handprint shot out from Wu Tian's palm, pressing towards Meng Fan.
"Arhat Handprint."
This was his ultimate move, which had once crushed seven Heavenly Origin Realm experts into meat paste with a single strike.
The most terrifying part was that he had once used this palm to clash head-on with a newly entered Condensation Pill Realm cultivator, ending in a draw without defeat!
However, Meng Fan had killed Condensation Pill cultivators!
He had even almost killed a ninth-level Condensation Pill cultivator who had cultivated a Sword Soul.
Though he relied on the inheritance sword formation of the Sword Immortal of Alchemy, Meng Fan's level was indeed beyond Wu Tian's reach.
The Hong Qi Sword soared into the sky.
A sword light met Wu Tian's Arhat Handprint.
This sword light was extraordinary!
"Free Wanderer's Godly Sword."
A supreme technique of Shu Mountain.
Created by Li Xiaoyao, the twenty-seventh Sect Master of Shu Mountain Sword Sect and one of the Seven Sages of Shu Mountain.
Among the countless sword techniques of Shu Mountain Sword Sect, it ranked in the top five!
Even the Myriad Swords Art was inferior to the Free Wanderer's Godly Sword.
Meng Fan's sword instantly shattered Wu Tian's Arhat Handprint.
Wu Tian frowned, standing still.
He had used three moves in succession, all falling short, while Meng Fan remained calm, clearly holding back.
Wu Tian understood that he had lost!
Moreover, he hadn't even forced out Meng Fan's trump card.
It was hard to imagine a cultivator at the fourth level of the Heavenly Origin Realm having such terrifying combat power.
"Uncle Lin has trained an incredible disciple. I admit defeat!" Wu Tian said calmly.
Though he lost, he showed no emotion.
This showed some measure of grace.
Meng Fan said, "Master said that if you lost, you would stay in the Sword Pavilion for arduous cultivation. From today, you must call me Senior Brother!"
Wu Tian frowned slightly. After three breaths, he clasped his hands together and called Meng Fan, "Senior Brother."
Meng Fan pointed to Senior Disciple Luo and said to Wu Tian, "This is Senior Disciple Luo."
Wu Tian shook his head, "If he wants me to call him Senior Brother, he has to defeat me first!"
Senior Disciple Luo's face turned awkward. Fight? Just now, that golden handprint alone could have turned him into a meat patty!
"No worries, no worries, I'm not Elder Lin's disciple after all," he said awkwardly to Meng Fan and Wu Tian.
Meng Fan hesitated but didn't force Wu Tian to call Senior Disciple Luo "Senior Brother."
From Wu Tian's perspective, his actions were reasonable.
"Let's go back!"
The fight was over; there was no need to linger in the back mountain.
***
Moments later, the three returned to the Sword Pavilion.
Wu Tian acted as if he were at home, extremely relaxed and indifferent.
On the other hand, Senior Disciple Luo seemed a bit constrained and awkward.
Well, it all came down to who had the lower cultivation level feeling embarrassed.
Elder Lin walked down from the second floor, not asking who won or lost, clearly having complete confidence in Meng Fan.
"Xiao Tian, I have a set of Ice Heart Sword Scriptures here. Practice it well; it will help temper your fiery temper."
Fiery temper?
Meng Fan glanced at Wu Tian in surprise. He seemed quite calm.
Looks like he was pretending!
Wu Tian didn't argue, silently accepting the Ice Heart Sword Scriptures.
Then he looked at Meng Fan and asked, "What sword technique did you use to break my Arhat Handprint?"
"Shu Mountain Sword Technique, a secret not to be shared, so I can't tell you!" Meng Fan replied calmly.
No matter how interested Wu Tian was in the Free Wanderer's Godly Sword, Meng Fan wouldn't teach it to him!
He wasn't Wu Tian's father; why be so nice to him?
"Junior Luo, arrange a room for Xiao Tian. He will stay in the Sword Pavilion for some time," Elder Lin said to Senior Disciple Luo.
Senior Disciple Luo immediately led Wu Tian to arrange a room.
After they left, Meng Fan asked Elder Lin, "Master, keeping him here to practice the Ice Heart Sword Scriptures doesn't seem very effective, does it?"
Wu Tian was already somewhat possessed, with malevolent aura in his heart. Even the Vajra Temple couldn't purify it; what use would the Shu Mountain Sword Pavilion be?
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