Chapter 9: One Sword Determines Life and Death

"Chen Tian, Chen Tian..."

Below the life-and-death platform, exclamations of surprise about Chen Tian echoed, and Han Feng's expression on the platform grew increasingly grim. What was supposed to be a sure victory had unexpectedly turned into an unforeseen situation.

"I have to admit, you, this waste, have hidden your abilities deeply, but unfortunately, you've met me. The final blow will surely kill you..."

"Overlord Spear Technique! Polar Sun Piercing..."

"Is Han Feng actually using his ultimate skill? Can Chen Tian withstand it?" The disciples watched as Han Feng used the strongest move of the Overlord Spear Technique, Polar Sun Piercing, and its power was fully unleashed to the level of a high-grade Yellow Rank. Such a formidable attack would leave a hole in Chen Tian even if he were made of iron.

"Chen Tian, be careful!" Yiyun's voice rang out. Chen Tian smiled slightly and summoned his yuan qi, a silver-white light enveloping his entire body.

"War Soul Armor, activate!"

Rumble...

"What incredible power, Chen Tian is surely dead now, right?" People looked at the life-and-death platform shrouded in thick smoke, their eyes filled with anticipation. They wanted to see what would happen to Chen Tian.

As the smoke cleared, Chen Tian was seen standing unharmed on the platform, his body radiating a bright silver glow.

"That's a defensive martial technique. Oh my, the waste Chen actually has a defensive martial technique!" Defensive martial techniques were not something everyone had or could cultivate; they required genuine talent.

And now, this appeared in the body of the waste Chen Tian. Everyone lowered their heads in shame. If this person was considered a waste, what did that make them?

Even less than a waste? No one would admit it...

"How is this possible? You're still not dead!" Han Feng's proud and sharp aura was mercilessly crushed by Chen Tian. He had used his strongest move, and this guy had actually withstood it.

Chen Tian said nothing but raised his sword and approached. Han Feng panicked: "You, what are you going to do?"

Chen Tian sneered: "The moment you stepped onto the life-and-death platform, your life was no longer yours!"

"Thirteen Sword Techniques!"

"First Technique!"

Clang...

A sharp sword cry echoed in people's ears. In the next moment, Chen Tian's figure appeared behind Han Feng on the platform. The two stood back to back, the entire space seemed to freeze, and no one saw what happened in that instant.

After a long while, a drop of blood fell, followed by Han Feng's blood splattering, his body slowly collapsing, his eyes wide open in disbelief.

"Killing you, one sword is enough." Chen Tian whispered softly.

As Han Feng fell to the ground with a thud, the entire venue was silent for a full ten seconds. It wasn't until Chen Tian walked down from the platform that people came to their senses.

Ninth Rank Warrior, eighth-ranked outer disciple, Han Feng, defeated!

"Han Feng... Han Feng is dead..." The shock was indescribable.

"Dead, Han Feng was defeated and killed by the waste Chen." When Chen Tian walked down from the platform, the looks in the eyes of the tens of thousands of disciples were completely different. Was he really that waste? In just two months, he had become so powerful.

"Why are you all looking at me like that? Do I have a flower on my face?" Chen Tian returned to Yiyun and Tiejun, a bitter smile on his face.

"You... this guy is a real freak." Yiyun couldn't help but smile, a smile that felt like a warm spring breeze.

Tiejun's eyes were filled with admiration: "Well done, I knew you could do it."

Actually, he had been worried about Chen Tian earlier.

The three left the life-and-death platform and headed down the mountain.

"Chen Tian, I didn't expect that we would just meet and you would leave again." At the foot of the mountain, Chen Tian was about to leave on his fast horse, and Yiyun was a bit resentful.

"Hahaha, it's not like we're parting for life or death. I'm just going home, and I'll be back soon."

"Exactly, we'll be waiting for Junior Brother Chen Tian to return." Tiejun now looked at Chen Tian with new respect. A Seventh Rank Warrior defeating a Ninth Rank Warrior was like a legend.

"When will you be back?" Yiyun asked softly.

"Maybe one or two months, or three to five months at most." This time, Chen Tian didn't know when he would return, but it shouldn't take too long.

"Take care on your journey." Yiyun didn't ask further. Chen Tian mounted his horse and rode away, her beautiful eyes showing a hint of reluctance as she watched him leave.

"Yiyun, are you in love with Junior Brother Chen Tian? You look like you want to go with him." Tiejun turned and said bluntly.

"Big bear, you're asking for a beating!" Yiyun tapped his head, her heart racing, and quickly turned back to the mountain gate, but Tiejun's words had stirred her heart.

Tiejun rubbed his head: "I didn't say anything wrong, why did you hit me? Hey, Yiyun, wait for me."

Inside the Tian Sect's inner mountain range!

"Senior Brother Yu, you're back?" In the inner sect, Yu Zhanghao returned from the depths of the sect's back mountain, his strength greatly increased, reaching the Eighth Rank Warrior. With such talent, he was likely to become an elder in the Tian Sect in the future, and many disciples were eager to curry favor with him.

Yu Zhanghao was very satisfied with his cultivation. Not only had he spent time with Liu Yan, but he had also successfully broken through to the Eighth Rank Warrior, a significant achievement.

"How is my brother doing?" Yu Zhanghao asked, not seeing his brother.

The surrounding disciples' faces turned grim, and they were speechless.

Yu Zhanghao's brows furrowed: "Speak quickly, what happened!"

"Senior Brother Yu, over a month ago, we found Junior Brother Yu Zhangqi's body in the outer forest of the sect. Although there were signs of a battle with a fierce beast, the fatal wound was from a sword. His body has been sent back to your family."

"Boom!" The wooden chair he had just sat on turned to ashes instantly. Yu Zhanghao was furious: "Who killed my brother..."

The disciples shook their heads: "It happened suddenly, and we couldn't find the culprit."

Yu Zhanghao was enraged: "Investigate, find the culprit, and I will tear him apart."

...

At the foot of the Tian Sect mountain, a man and a horse galloped northwest. Although Chen Tian didn't have much feeling for this world, his first journey home made him feel somewhat eager. Even though he wasn't the real Chen Tian, he still had a sense of belonging to the Chen family.

In his memories, Chen Tian had a father who loved him dearly, but no mother.

Looking toward the vast land to the northwest, Chen Tian felt a surge of passion.

I will draw my bow like a full moon, look to the northwest, and shoot the wolf.

"Yi!" The horse's hooves thundered as he set off on the journey home.