"You dare to collude with the Qingming School. This is their conspiracy!", Zhang Yan snorted to Su Jiang, "But you should know you and your master will never be the Master! You are just their stooges! Your end will not be better than the Master Lin Biao's. You will be despised by the world! You dirty rat!"

The Elder Feng interrupted him, "You are wrong. We are here to help the Elder Long Bin to be the Master. We will not annex your school."

"Ridiculous! Do you think you can convince me? You don't annex us in case the resistance of the disciples. When they get used to the new Master, you will precisely do what you want. Without Lin Biao, no one in the Qingyuan school is able to defeat your Master!" Zhang Yan responded with a cold smile.

The Elder Feng did not refute, but warned to Zhang Yan full of murdering message, "Don't speak bullshit! Go to the hell!" He was about to lunch attack.

But Su Jiang stopped him with a flattering smile, "Elder Feng, Zhang Yan, a Xiantian-level warrior, doesn't deserve to be your opponent! Let me combat with him! I promise to grab him to your grandson's grave and let him confess!"

He took a few steps forward and sneered at Zhang Yan. "Such an irritating and arrogant guy! Today you will know my strength and what will happen of provoking me!"

"Just a stooge! Proud?" Zhang Yan satirized with a snort.

Enraged, Su Jiang took out his sword and stabbed it toward Zhang Yan. Su Jiang's cultivation was second only to Tianhai's in Qingyuan School, so Zhang Yan was not his opponent at all logically. But Zhang Yan had his final resort in this crucial moment at stake to break out. With his body skills and speed, he was confident that those people in front of him couldn't block him.

He performed the Tricks for Qingyuan Sword to the extreme and his sword began to shine with blood red spiritual energy. His cultivation was indeed weaker than that of Su Jiang, but the power of his sword skill not. Moreover, he was now practiced on the sword skill, while Su Jiang didn't get the essence his Tricks for Fire Sword. The air was filled with fierce sword gas! A several-feet-long fire-red sword gas from Su Jiang rushed to Zhang Yan.

The numerous beams of sword gas from Zhang Yan greeted that of Su Jiang. The gas from two sides collide in the air, followed by sparks and a sound of explosion. But some beams of sword gas from Zhang Yan bypassed the explosion plot and dashed toward Su Jiang. Su Jiang immediately took his sword back to resist Zhang Yan's attack in fear.

Su Jiang now realized that Zhang Yan did not defeat his previous enemies due to the luck that the opponents he encountered were pretty weak. He had thought he could kill Zhang Yan within one stab. But now, he was shocked to see Zhang Yan had already practiced the Tricks for Qingyuan Sword to extreme! Though Zhang Yan's cultivation was inferior to his, Zhang Yan's sword skill was much superior.

The Elder Feng was also surprised, "It seems that this little damned guy did not exert his full strength in the contest. His sword skill now seems to be much stronger."

"But no matter how strong, he is just an ant. Today, I must kill him to avenge my grandson anyway!" He vowed in his heart. Only in a blink, he flashed to Zhang Yan and clapped him a palm.

Zhang Yan did not expect that the Elder Feng who possessed such high cultivation would even sneak into himself. He immediately displayed the Qingyun Step to the extreme and retreat at an awfully fast speed to avoid the Feng Elder's palm. But the speed of the Elder Feng was much faster and, as one of the elders of Qingming School, he had the cultivation at the second level of Martial King State, which was a state higher than Zhang Yan's, so Zhang Yan could not defend his attack at all.

The Elder Feng's palm slumped on Zhang Yan's chest and Zhang Yan was beaten far away, breaking a big tree behind. He fell to the ground and spited plenty of blood out.