Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny

“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.