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A single stone stirred up a thousand ripples.

Xue An’s statement caused a stir among those present.

How dared he say that the Yu Family’s sword Dao cultivation was worthless. To everyone present, this seemed as ridiculous as a colossal joke.

Yu Lang sneered coldly, “Xue An, don’t think that by killing my son Yu Yang, you can do whatever you want to the Yu Family. The foundation of the Yu Family is something you can’t even begin to comprehend!”

With his words, a majestic and unparalleled Sword Qi burst forth from Yu Lang’s body, the pressure so immense that even the table, chairs, and utensils in front of him shattered into pieces in an instant.

Yet, under such a fearsome display of power, Xue An remained as unshakable as a mountain on his chair, even nodding calmly towards Yu Ran, who was pale, her eyes brimming with tears.

“Sorry, your birthday party might be going to hell now!”

Yu Ran shuddered, and her tears came cascading down.

Yu Lang’s gaze became sharp as he thought Xue An was mocking his daughter.

Out of intense love for his daughter, Yu Lang couldn’t help but fly into a furious rage.

“Insolent fool, die!”

Yu Lang roared, and countless tiny strands of Sword Qi suddenly appeared before him, which rapidly merged into a long sword with incredible speed.

“Go!” Yu Lang commanded with a soft cry.

The sword vanished from everyone’s sight in an instant, and when it reappeared, it was already in front of Xue An, with its tip merely a centimeter away from Xue An’s nose.

But that one centimeter might as well have been an insurmountable chasm.

Because Xue An had already grasped the blade with his left hand.

This scene caused even Yu Lang to change color and cry out in shock, “How is this possible!”

Indeed!

This sword, formed from concentrated Sword Qi, was extremely sharp, capable of piercing through anything.

How could it possibly be grasped by hand?

Yet Xue An revealed a pair of handsome fangs and smiled savagely, “In front of me, there is no such thing as impossible!”

After speaking, Xue An exerted a slight force with his left hand.

The sword was crushed to bits then scattered like smoke and clouds.

This astounding feat shocked everyone present.

Yu Lang’s expression grew solemn.

He had thought Xue An was at most of Heavenly Human Realm cultivation, while he himself was at the peak, just a step away from becoming a Half-step Loose Immortal. Dealing with Xue An should have been no problem.

But unexpectedly, Xue An’s methods were so mysteriously powerful.

Yu Lang took a deep breath and sneered coldly, “Indeed a good technique, but do you think that by this alone, you can oppose the Yu Family? Sword servants, heed my command!”

At the order of Yu Lang, more than a dozen men holding long swords with cold expressions stepped out slowly from the corner.

Each one’s cultivation level was of a Half-step Heavenly Being.

Such a cultivation level, casually placed anywhere outside, would make one a personage of great importance. But in the Yu Family, they were mere sword servants.

“Form the Sword Array!” Yu Lang ordered coldly.

More than a dozen sword servants lifted their swords into the air.

After a thunderous sound, a sword array brimming with killing intent enveloped Xue An.

The swirling sword lights seemed like a curtain, making it impossible to see the situation inside.

The crowd let out a sigh of relief in secret.

This time, he was probably finished.

Only Yu Ran, with her fingers tightly gripping her clothes, had an expression of pain.

At that moment, Yang Xudong approached inconsiderately, “Sister Yu Ran, don’t be scared, I will protect you!”

Yu Ran gave him a cold glance, “Scram!”

Yang Xudong was scolded and stunned on the spot, then a towering rage welled up inside him.

How dared she curse me?

It seemed she was heartbroken for that Xue An, who must be perishing inside the Sword Array!

With that thought, jealousy turned Yang Xudong’s eyeballs a shade of blue.

What’s the use of feeling sad?

“By now, that Xue An must have been chopped into mincemeat!”

But just at that moment, a nonchalant voice emerged from within the Sword Array.

“Interesting, but too weak!”

As the words fell, what had been a waterfall-like torrent of sword momentum suddenly stuttered, and then violently shattered apart.

The sword servants were all sent flying backward without a sound.

Looking at Xue An again, he was still sitting in his chair, even holding a cup of wine in his hand.

“Family Head Yu, your Sword Array… has been defeated!” Xue An said calmly.

As soon as he spoke, the entire place fell silent.

Yang Xudong’s complexion instantly turned extremely ugly.

Not even the Sword Array could deal with him?

How high was his cultivation level?

“It seems I have underestimated you!” At that moment, Yu Lang spoke slowly.

All eyes turned, only to see Yu Lang slowly drawing the sword from his waist.

Many people’s faces changed subtly.

This was the first time in ten years that Yu Lang, as the Family Head, had drawn his sword.

“This sword is named ‘Consoler of the Dusty World.’ It may not be a renowned sword under the heavens, but to me, it is my most faithful companion! Once, with this sword in hand, I consecutively defeated twelve sword experts from Country R! Therefore…”

Yu Lang’s eyes were filled with a cold Sword Intent, “For you to die under this sword is a sign of my respect for you, so young, yet possessing such cultivation level!”

With each word he uttered, the aura about Yu Lang weakened by a fraction, until at last, he seemed almost like an ordinary person, utterly unremarkable.

However, many who were adept at swordsmanship had their expressions change drastically.

For this meant Yu Lang’s control over his own aura had reached a pinnacle.

But Xue An remained unmoved, slowly sipping the wine from his cup with a light chuckle.

“I have a cup of wine sufficient to ‘Consoler of the Dusty World.’ What a good name! Family Head Yu… please make your move!”

No sooner had his words fallen than Yu Lang thrust his sword forward.

It was an unremarkable thrust, without any sound of wind, without any momentum.

All there was to it was a speck of red light on the tip of the sword.

Yet it was this speck of red light that made many knowledgeable in the Sword Dao look extremely solemn.

For they knew, the reason why this thrust appeared so plain and unremarkable was that Yu Lang had condensed all the sword’s momentum onto the tip of the sword, without the slightest waste.

This was truly a supreme thrust!

In comparison, the earlier Sword Qi and Sword Array seemed like mere juggling tricks, flashy but insubstantial.

The sword had reached midway to its target.

A hint of a smile appeared on Yu Lang’s lips.

For he felt certain of his victory.

But just at that moment, a slender and elegant hand appeared out of nowhere, and with a flick of a finger, struck the tip of the sword.

Bang.

After a muffled sound, a powerful shockwave spread out, flipping all the nearby tables and chairs.

Even the distant trees and buildings were not spared, all snapped in unison.

Yu Lang was shocked beyond belief, because Xue An’s casual flick of the finger almost caused him to lose grip of his sword.

Yu Lang hastily retreated backward, finally showing a trace of panic on his face.

The highest Sword Dao Cultivation in the Yu Family presently was held by Yu Lang’s eldest son, Yu Ran’s elder brother Yu Ming, who was awaiting the emergence of the Sword Immortal ancestor in the rear mountain’s Sword Hut.

The Yu Family was now solely defended by Yu Lang himself.

If he were really to be defeated, decades of the Yu Family’s prestige would be destroyed in a single stroke.

But Xue An did not press his advantage; instead, he lifted his head to look into the distance, with a faint smile appearing on his lips.

“I didn’t expect to encounter such a pure Sword Cultivator in this world.”

Following Xue An’s words, a terrifying aura surged up from the Yu Family’s rear mountain, piercing the sky.