Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1153 A Half-Step Agreement, A One-Finger Heaven-Severing Blade

Zhenyue Order!

That legendary token that commands the entire Qingsong Realm, and even all the forces on the three thousand six hundred Xuntian Continents!

That token that symbolizes the Heavenly Palace and the Heavenly City!

Zhang Yuan did not answer him.

He slowly lowered the token.

The invisible force that had been pressing down on the training ground dissipated, like the surface of water after a gust of wind, returning to calm.

A chorus of rapid breathing filled the training ground.

Many people then realized that they had been holding their breath and were now panting heavily.

"It really is the Zhenyue Decree..."

"The legendary Zhenyue Order, a legend spanning millions of years, is true."

Low murmurs could be heard on the drill ground.

At this moment, many people are completely confused and know nothing.

When something that is said to be millions of years old appears before your eyes, you are at a loss.

Zhang Yuan's gaze remained calm, and his voice was indifferent: "I've finished reading it."

Jin Yanshan's face turned pale and then red.

In front of so many people, he was almost unable to stand up because Zhang Yuan pressed him down.

Even his proud Golden-Winged Roc bloodline sent out a signal of submission.

Although I know it's because of the Zhenyue Order.

But he couldn't swallow this insult.

A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and he abruptly looked up: "The token is good. But a token is a token, and you are you. Just because you can lift the token doesn't mean you deserve it."

Zhang Yuan turned his head to look at him, his eyes devoid of any emotion: "Then what would make someone worthy of you?"

"Take three of my blows."

Jin Yanshan slowly drew the long sword from his waist.

The knife was longer than a standard military knife.

The blade is streamlined, and a row of gold patterns are inlaid on the back of the blade.

The moment the blade was drawn, a sharp golden blade intent soared into the sky, tearing a narrow rift in the clouds above the training ground!

"So strong!"

On the drill ground, someone stared wide-eyed.

“Commander Jin’s cultivation level is probably already among the top 100 in the Qing Song Realm!” someone said in a deep voice.

All eyes turned to Zhang Yuan, who was standing on the training ground.

Tuoba Shan and the others stood not far away, their bodies tense.

They wanted to go forward.

But it's impossible.

They have no right to participate in such a scene.

"If you can catch it, my Golden Feather Manor will acknowledge you. If you can't—"

He didn't finish speaking, but the meaning was already quite clear.

Everyone on the training ground fell silent, their gazes shifting back and forth between Zhang Yuan and Jin Yanshan.

This is a direct challenge.

In front of all the powers.

If Zhang Yuan backs down or fails to meet the challenge, he will lose all prestige in Zhaohua City.

But if he takes over, the Golden Feather Clan will have nothing more to say.

Zhang Yuan looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

Then he laughed.

"Three cuts?"

His voice was very soft, so soft it was as if he were talking to himself.

"If you strike once and it makes me take half a step back, you win."

The audience erupted in uproar!

Instead of getting angry, Jin Yanshan laughed, his laughter like the clash of metal and stone, making the surrounding air buzz: "What arrogance!"

He didn't say anything more.

The hand gripping the knife tightened suddenly, and the golden patterns on the blade burst forth with a dazzling light!

The trace of Golden-Winged Roc bloodline within him was now operating at full power!

A gigantic golden phantom soared into the sky behind him, its wings spreading out to cover half the sky!

The phantom of the roc raised its head and let out a cry that pierced through gold and shattered stone. The sound waves transformed into tangible golden ripples, spreading outwards.

The stone slabs on the school grounds cracked inch by inch under the impact of the sound waves!

Several soldiers who were closer were directly shocked, their mouths and noses bleeding, and they retreated repeatedly!

How powerful this is!

"President Kim is getting serious!"

"Damn, I haven't seen this guy make a move in decades, and he's gotten this strong now..."

A chorus of exclamations erupted across the training ground.

Jin Yanshan transformed into a golden bolt of lightning, striking straight down at Zhang Yuan!

That strike was no longer an ordinary sword technique.

That single strike drew upon the power of heaven and earth!

The moment the blade fell, the wind and clouds above the entire training ground surged violently.

A massive golden blade of energy descended from the sky and merged with the longsword in Jin Yanshan's hand.

In that instant, the entire cliff trembled violently under the pressure of that single strike!

The loose rocks on the edge of the cliff fell down with a rustling sound, crashing into the valley with a dull thud!

Tuoba Shan's expression changed drastically, and he blurted out, "Sir—!"

He didn't finish shouting.

What happened next caused his voice to get stuck in his throat.

That slash came down—

Then it stopped less than half an inch from Zhang Yuan's forehead.

It wasn't Jin Yanshan that stopped on its own.

It's two fingers.

Two fingers pinched the blade.

No one saw how Zhang Yuan made his move.

No one even saw when he raised his arm.

All that everyone saw was Jin Yanshan's sword strike, which had drawn upon the power of heaven and earth, frozen in time just before it was about to fall.

The enormous golden blade of energy that descended from the sky also froze in mid-air at the same instant.

It was like a painting frozen in time, even the wind seemed to have stopped flowing.

Then--

Zhang Yuan gently twirled his fingers.

"Ding--"

A crisp cracking sound.

The golden blade aura that stretched across the sky shattered inch by inch, starting from the tip of the blade!

Golden fragments, like a dazzling meteor shower, fell from the sky.

Each fragment that fell to the ground created a golden ripple, blasting deep craters into the ground.

It was as if a golden rainstorm was falling over the training ground, with booming sounds rising and falling, and the earth trembling continuously from the force of the falling fragments!

But what truly terrifies everyone is the aftershocks following the shattering.

The power of heaven and earth that Jin Yanshan's slash had unleashed did not dissipate after Zhang Yuan crushed it.

The torn spatial forces left behind countless black cracks in the void.

That was a wound in space that had not yet healed after the space was torn open by the residual force of that slash!

Those spatial rifts, like pitch-black mouths, silently opened and closed above the training ground.

The edges of each crack gleamed with a dark light, revealing the unfathomable void within.

The space within a radius of several miles trembled slightly, as if the entire world was shaking from the lingering power of that strike.

An old soldier looked up at the spatial rifts, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.

He had fought battles for most of his life and had never seen a force capable of tearing space apart.

That's beyond human capabilities; it belongs to the realm of mythology!

Jin Yanshan himself was in an even more miserable state.

The moment the blade energy shattered, it was as if he had been hit head-on by an invisible mountain, and his body was involuntarily thrown dozens of feet backward!

His feet plowed two deep furrows in the ground, and rubble exploded behind him, like an earthen dragon rolling at his feet!

His hand holding the knife was trembling violently; the web between his thumb and forefinger was completely torn open, and blood dripped from the hilt onto the ground.

But he still stopped.

He looked down at the long, gold-patterned sword in his hand—

A crack ran from the tip of the knife all the way to the handle.

Then, with a "ding," it disconnected. (End of Chapter)