920: C920 Zhang Wu-chang

C920 Zhang Wu-chang

Zhang Wukuang stood in the middle of the crowd, ignoring the awe of everyone around him. His eyes stared at the scene in the air, and he said in bewilderment, "What is that little brat trying to do, want to eat the True Martial Sword? The True Martial Sword is Genuine Martial Immortal Emperor's spirit artifact, even I find it difficult to harm it, how can he …"0

True Martial Sword was a treasure that could only be forged by Worldly Immortals 100,000 years ago. The birth of every immortal artifact would cause the lightning to strike, shaking the earth everywhere and making all living beings bow in worship.

After experiencing hundreds of thousands of years of corrosion, the True Martial Sword's internal immortal energy had been drained away and its level had fallen to six or seven stages. It was not something that a practitioner of Incarnation Stage could harm.

"Oh? You want to struggle to the death just because you can't pass it? How could a mere little Incarnation harm the True Martial Sword? "

When the inner sect's great elder saw Ye Xiaofan's actions, his eyes narrowed and he sneered in his heart.

Everyone present also saw Ye Xiaofan's actions, and none of them thought that Ye Xiaofan could cause any damage to the True Martial Sword. After all, the True Martial Sword was Genuine Martial Immortal Emperor's life magic tool, and it had followed Genuine Martial Immortal Emperor to fight in the north, establishing an undefeated record in battle. It was an existence that countless people looked up to.

Just as Zhang Wukuang was muttering in his heart, he saw Ye Xiaofan bite a hole in the sword. His eyes were staring at the sword with disbelief as he said, "This … "How is this possible!? How can he possibly bite the True Martial Sword to pieces!?"

The inner sect's great elder and the rest of the people present were also shocked. They looked at this scene with their mouths agape and their hearts filled with disbelief.

That was Genuine Martial Immortal Emperor's life tool, a genuine immortal weapon, and it was actually bitten into a hole by some scum of Incarnation. Who would believe this if word of it got out? If not for the fact that they saw it with their own eyes, they would never have believed it.

"Ding dong!"

"Experience + 10000"

Ye Xiaofan's movements were fast. With a crackling sound, he ate a tenth of the 100-meter greatsword. His experience bar increased by more than half, making his young heart even more excited. The way he looked at the greatsword was as if he was looking at delicious food.

When Zhang Wukuang saw the rapidly disappearing True Martial Sword, which could be seen with the naked eye, the corner of his mouth twitched. He then shouted out anxiously, "Shut up!"

However, Ye Xiaofan was inside the Examination Tower and was isolated from the outside world, so how could he hear Zhang Wukuang's words? Even if he did hear it, Ye Xiaofan wouldn't stop his actions.

With such a stable situation, how could he stop? Even if there were ten cows pulling Ye Xiaofan, Ye Xiaofan would not stop for even a second.

"Stinking brat, hurry up and stop this father!"

Zhang Wukuang's heart was in extreme pain. Raising his head, he roared, and his body released a terrifying pressure. Just as he was about to rush into the Examination Tower, he was stopped by Jing Hongwen.

Dean, you can't! There's someone taking the test in the Examination Tower right now, so if you force your way in, you'll be severely punished.

Jing Hongwen said as he stood in front of Zhang Wukuang to stop him. Helplessness appeared on his face.

He could understand Zhang Wukuang's feelings. The True Martial Sword was passed down from generation to generation, and it was the decisive factor in the Martial Arts Academy's rise. Now, a little kid had eaten more than half of it, how could the dean not be angry?

Once the assessment had started, even if Zhang Wukuang was at the third level of Infinity, if he forced his way in, he would still be severely punished by the Examination Tower. At least, he would be able to recuperate in bed for ten or a hundred years, and at least, he wouldn't be able to get out of bed for the rest of his life.

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