Chapter 291 - Broken Sword

Chapter 291 - Broken Sword

“Haha, he won! He won three rounds! Our bloodline finally took a seat from the Star Bloodline!”

“Wonderful! Wonderful! Truly a day for celebration for our bloodline!”

Every member of the Moon Bloodline was overjoyed, dancing and celebrating.

Nangong Wan'er was moved to tears, her eyes glistening with emotion.

Her bloodline had been suppressed by the Sun and Star Bloodlines for years, losing to their people in the previous meets. But now, thanks to Chen Fan, they had pulled off a victorious comeback.

While the Moon Bloodline celebrated, the atmosphere among the Star Bloodline was starkly different—complete silence as they faced losing one of their seats. The air was heavy, and faces, whether of the young members or elders like Nangong Tong, were filled with frustration and anger.

They had lost three matches in a row, four if one counted Muye Xiao’s match.

Chen Fan had single-handedly trounced their bloodline’s best talents.

“Damn it, that wretched little bastard!”

“Curses, how dare he foil our Star Bloodline’s grand plan! We cannot let him live!”

“We must kill him. He's made us lose a seat in the Council of Elders. Unforgivable!"

The five powerhouses of the Council of Elders, including Nangong Tong, looked on with cold, murderous intent in their eyes. If looks could kill, Chen Fan would have long since died.

Chen Fan, aware of their murderous intent, remained unfazed. Would they dare to make a move against him right here?

Of course, Chen Fan also knew that Nangong Tong and the others would target him if he left the Nangong Clan.

However, he had no intention of lingering in the imperial city. When this matter was over, and he met his mother, he would leave immediately and go to the Wuning Empire.

While the crowd was murmuring among themselves, Chen Fan made another move.

Swish!

Chen Fan descended on the Sun Bloodline’s defense arena.

The crowd’s gazes froze again.

Was Chen Fan setting his sights on the Sun Bloodline now, planning to seize a seat from them as well?

The onlookers gasped, their eyes wide with shock.

The Sun Bloodline was recognized as the most powerful within the Nangong Clan, boasting the largest representation in the Council of Elders and producing a steady stream of young prodigies.

Most importantly, the Sun Bloodline had recruited Qin Jian as their helper!

Qin Jian, at that moment, embodied the epitome of a peerless swordsman, standing alone amidst the snow, his demeanor detached and noble, as if no one in the world could match his skill.

Sword light flourished. With a flash, it slashed down, sealing heaven and earth in ice.

On the other hand, Chen Fan made his move unhurriedly. Sword qi spread everywhere, clashing violently.

Qin Jian demonstrated an exceptional mastery of sword techniques with Proud Snow. The sword's edge danced, twisted, and turned, executing unpredictable and complex movements. He employed a vast array of techniques—chopping, slashing, slicing, pressing, stabbing, picking, boring, and whirling, each action seamlessly flowing into the next, concentrating his power into focused strikes.

As soon as he displayed his sword art, the crowd realized that Qin Jian was indeed worthy of his title as the Little Sword God.

Chen Fan's approach in the duel was straightforward, wielding his sword, Autumn Slay, to unleash powerful strikes of sword light that clashed with Qin Jian's sophisticated attacks, sparking upon impact.

Suddenly, Qin Jian roared as sword light shot out in all directions.

“Break!”

A thick sword light fell violently. Chen Fan held his sword horizontally to defend against it. Although he managed to destroy this sword light, the stress proved too much for Autumn Slay, resulting in a loud snap as the Grade-2 sword broke in two.

“His sword broke!”

“A sword cultivator without a sword is like a tiger without a claw, defenseless!”

“Wang Dongfan is in danger. There’s nowhere he can run under Qin Jian’s superb sword art.”

“......”

Whispers and murmurs spread, with members of the Sun and the Star bloodlines barely concealing their satisfaction, hoping to see Qin Jian kill Chen Fan.

“Damn it, his sword broke! He’s done for!”

The Moon Bloodline’s people were also shocked at the sight, a sense of doom settling among them.

Qin Jian did not continue. Instead, he stood there, looking at Chen Fan, and said indifferently, “Wang Dongfan, your sword shattered. You're unarmed and unable to challenge me. Admit defeat. I won’t stoop so low as to bully you when you are without a sword.”

How could Chen Fan possibly be his match when he was without a sword?

He wouldn’t feel any sense of accomplishment defeating such an opponent, either.

Chen Fan looked at the broken Autumn Slay in his hand. He shook his head helplessly, though it did not surprise him.

Qin Jian’s Proud Snow was at least a Grade-3 treasure. So, the eventual breaking of Autumn Slay, after repeated clashes, was to be expected.

Swish!

Chen Fan threw away the broken Autumn Slay. With a flip of his hand, he retrieved the ordinary Grade-3 sword Nangong Baxiong had given him in advance—Nightless.