World-saving Plan: The Only Savior
Chapter 133 - 31 Zhang Xiaoman Takes Action

Chapter 133: Chapter 31 Zhang Xiaoman Takes Action

On the stage, Master Liu finally heaved a sigh of relief after witnessing the scene that had just unfolded. However, before he could fully relax, another incident occurred.

The young man holding the Youlong Sword had a dark and unsettled expression on his face. He suddenly seemed to go mad, swinging his sword fiercely at the Purple Cloud Divine Sword.

"Clang clang clang clang!!!"

A series of clanging sounds echoed, accompanied by the man’s shouts as he hacked away with all his might.

Pei Laoliu, startled by his sudden action, hurried forward to stop him but was effortlessly pushed away by the man, nearly falling off the stage.

"Clang~"

Zhang Xiaoman stood up abruptly, his eyes flashing coldly. Because the motion was so abrupt, he knocked over the chair behind him.

However, the noise he made barely drew any attention, as everyone’s gaze was fixed on the platform in the center.

After a frenzy of more than a dozen slashes, the man finally stopped, panting and looking at his "achievements".

Yet when his gaze rested on the unscathed Black Iron Sword in the middle of the chair, he looked as if he had been struck by lightning, his eyes wide, standing still for a long time, at a loss for words.

With trembling hands, the man lifted the Youlong Sword and saw its somewhat deformed blade. His lips couldn’t help but quiver slightly:

"This...this is impossible..."

He was very clear about the strength of the Youlong Sword.

Because it was crafted at his own request, cutting through an Iron Sword was as easy as child’s play for him. He could not have imagined that today it would meet its match here.

Pei Laoliu, initially about to get angry from being pushed by the man, became amused when he saw what had happened. He immediately started to taunt:

"Haha! What did I just say? Just with our Purple Cloud Divine Sword, it’s worth more than your entire fortune combined. And this Youlong Sword, I think it’s just like you guys, a counterfeit."

"You!"

Master Liao was so angry that his beard bristled, and he pointed at Pei Laoliu, trembling, unable to come up with a retort.

Seeing him in this condition, Pei Laoliu was secretly pleased. Just as he was about to press the advantage and secure the victory, several voices that didn’t quite fit the scene emerged from below the stage.

"Ridiculous, with such insight and yet you pretend to be Half-immortal Pei! The Youlong Sword is meant for exorcism and warding off evil, not for testing brute strength. I really don’t know what you have to be proud of."

"Mr. Chen is absolutely right. If we, the cultivators, had to rely on sword fights to capture demons, how would we differ from thugs on the streets?"

"Heh, it’s beyond me how someone can be so shameless. Obviously, the competition was about Taoist skills, and now you’re dragging Master Liao into comparing bladed weapons, utterly disgraceful!"

The speakers were the old Taoists who had been backing Master Liao all along. Seeing him embarrassed, they immediately jumped in to speak on his behalf.

Master Liao, feeling supported, regained his composure with a calm and composed look. He waved his sleeve and said:

"Ah... I indeed misjudged the situation this time. However, although this sword is durable, it is after all of minor significance. Since the Youlong Sword failed to cut through it, let’s consider this match a draw..."

He paused before adding, "But now that you have no other magic artifacts, what will you use for the remaining matches?"

In his few words, he had glossed over the incident and even hinted that this draw was a concession he gave.

Pei Laoliu was stunned by what these people were saying; he had thought his own skin was thick, but today he had met those who outdid him. He couldn’t hold back and pointed at them, cursing loudly:

"Pah! It was your idea to compare swords, and now when you lose, you start to deny it! And you knew I didn’t bring any weapons today, yet you still insist on this comparison. I’ve never seen such shameless people!"

Master Liao’s face alternated between shades of blue and white from the scolding, and he hadn’t expected this old man to be so clever, not getting wrapped up in his words. It seemed he had met his match today.

As Master Liao remained silent, a young Taoist beside him saw that his master did not speak up and immediately stepped forward.

He took a few steps forward to stand before Pei Laoliu, looking down at him condescendingly, and with his body gave him a shove that caused Pei to stagger, cursing as he did:

"You old cur, my Master is debating the Tao with you as a sign of respect, you better recognize what’s good for you here!"

Upon seeing this, Zhang Xiaoman could no longer hold back. He had almost taken action when that guy pushed Master Liu earlier but had managed to calm himself.

And now he found that the man had the audacity to push even further and, what’s more, there were so many others ganging up on Master Liu. It seemed they thought his family lacked adults to step in, didn’t they?

He no longer hesitated, and with a thought, he immediately spent 20 points of Dark Energy to activate the Skill "Eternal Veil".

In an instant, he was covered by a layer of gray shadows, making it hard for others to clearly see him.

Zhang Xiaoman’s rage soared, and Dark Energy condensed in his hand; he used the Ability he had just mastered—the "Violent Spirit Technique".

The young Taoist took a step forward, about to make a move when a purple streak of light suddenly lit up beside him, snapping the flag emblazoned with "Tongxuan Xuankongzi" beside him and then piercing through the glass on one side of the hall, shooting diagonally towards the outside sky.

Facing this sudden turn of events, at first, he was somewhat bewildered and couldn’t figure out what had happened.

But after two or three breaths, the young Taoist finally snapped back to his senses, and a terrifying thought emerged in his mind, prompting him to quickly turn and look in the direction from which the light pillar came.

By this time, everyone in the hall had recovered from the shock of the incident, and all eyes collectively turned towards the southeast.

There, a man enveloped in a pale gray fog was slowly leaving his seat and walking towards the center.

Although Zhang Xiaoman was angry, his steps were firm and powerful, and despite the quick pace, there was no sign of haste.

He raised his right hand slightly and made a grabbing gesture in the air.

The Purple Cloud Divine Sword, which had been lying on the chair, suddenly levitated and swiftly flew towards Zhang Xiaoman under everyone’s watchful eyes, soon firmly grasped in his hand.

This was the second ability of the Purple Cloud Divine Sword when Sealed—summoning! Because of the Divine Artifact’s recognition of its owner, Zhang Xiaoman just needed to call it in his mind, and the Purple Cloud Divine Sword would immediately fly to his hands.

This was somewhat similar to the hammer of a certain Super Hero in the movies.

"Heavens! A Flying Sword!!"

"Holy shit! What is that!?"

"Oh! My! God!!!"

A chorus of exclamations burst forth from the crowd, including from a few foreign guests in their midst.

Zhang Xiaoman, however, was not concerned with their reactions, his eyes fixed on the young Taoist who had attempted to strike several times. As he approached the stage, he waved his hand, and waves of dark Energy twisted open around him.

Two men in blue-purple armor, holding giant long spears, appeared out of nowhere beside him.

The emergence of this scene once again caused a stir among the onlookers, with a few quick to react already taking out their phones to record.

Zhang Xiaoman then ascended the wooden platform accompanied by the two Star Guards, his eyes locked on the young Taoist, and he softly uttered three words.

"Beat him up."