Chapter 152: Domain? (4000)

“Who are you! How dare you block me, do you know who I am!”

“Do you know who I am?”

Crack!

The man had just begun to shout arrogantly when a dull sound echoed, like a hard steel bar being snapped, followed by a wave of excruciating pain.

With a tearing sound, a bloody hand was ripped off.

Jiang Yan smiled as he looked at the troublemaking Martial Artist who had grasped True Intent, tossing the bloody object in his hand onto the ground like a piece of ragged cloth.

“Ahhh! My hand! I’ll kill you!”

The man writhed in pain on the ground, veins bulging on his face, his eyes blood-red as he glared at Jiang Yan like an enraged Fierce Beast.

Jiang Yan raised a finger, and a virtual blade materialized above the man’s head, plunging straight down.

With that, the world fell silent.

“Someone clean this up.”

Jiang Yan wiped his hands with a piece of cloth torn from the corpse and calmly ordered.

Soon, a man jogged over, grabbed the corpse by the hair, and dragged it away.

A Martial Artist of the True Intent Realm had met such a careless demise, leaving the surrounding spectators stunned.

A dignified True Intent Realm Martial Artist, a powerhouse in his own right, had died so straightforwardly?

The Dueling Arena fell eerily quiet due to this sudden incident. The female employee from earlier trembled with fear, worried that the boss might unleash his anger and punish her.

Jiang Yan turned to look at the employee and said calmly:

“You may collect an extra Duel Coin from the finance department tonight.”

After giving the instruction, he turned his gaze to the crowd in the arena.

“Everyone, don’t let a maggot ruin your fun. Fight to your heart’s content!”

Whoosh~

With his permission, the arena erupted in excitement once again, and the sound of fists meeting flesh echoed from the ring, intense and fierce.

Jiang Yan’s Heavenly Slaughter War Ruins Physique automatically gathered this Battle Intent. The current reserves of Battle Intent were already sufficient to condense three War Ruins Engravings.

After watching for a while, Jiang Yan decided to return to his resting room, planning to cultivate while absorbing Battle Intent.

Just then, Yang Qing, who had been overseeing the situation, jogged over and whispered into Jiang Yan’s ear:

“Bro Jiang, a group of Martial Artists has arrived outside. Each of them has a steady Aura and impressive strength. They claim to be from the Myriad Pottery Academy and have declared their intention to challenge you.”

Jiang Yan paused his cultivation and asked Yang Qing, “How many of them are there?”

“Including Xue Han, there are eleven. Bro Jiang, Xue Han was humiliated back then, and now with the backing of the Myriad Pottery Academy, she may no longer obey your orders.”

Yang Qing spoke gravely, his words not without basis. After all, not everyone was willing to remain subordinate. People like him, Yang Qing, with grand ambitions and the ability to adapt, were already rare.

Commonly known as—cowardly.

“Whether she betrays me or not is irrelevant to me. As long as she brings the people back, that’s enough.”

Jiang Yan replied indifferently, showing no interest in building a faction.

In fact, once the resources from the Hundred Prisons Hunt were exhausted, this Dueling Arena would lose its value.

“Let’s go.”

Jiang Yan uttered a single word and turned to walk out of the Dueling Arena.

Yang Qing quickly followed.

Outside the Dueling Arena.

Eleven people stood in the Void, all wearing the exclusive uniforms of the Myriad Pottery Academy. Sent by the academy to defeat Jiang Yan and restore the academy’s lost honor.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit of an overkill for the academy to send ten True Intent Realm Martial Artists to deal with a small fry who isn’t even at the True Intent Realm?”

“Hah~” One of them yawned lazily. “Who knows? Just make sure we finish quickly. I need to get back to cultivate.”

“Everyone, stay alert. This battle concerns the reputation of our Myriad Pottery Academy. By the way, Little Tiger, have you started your live stream?”

“It’s on, it’s on! I have five million followers online—I’m a huge influencer. Beating Jiang Yan this time will definitely go viral across the internet, showing the world that our Myriad Pottery Academy isn’t someone anyone can mess with!”

“Good. Now we just wait for Jiang Yan to accept the challenge.”

Little Tiger, whose real name was Han Wu, was exceptionally talented. He often shared cultivation insights online and had nearly five million followers. The academy had specifically assigned him a task this time—

Defeat Jiang Yan and ensure everyone could witness it firsthand.

“Hehe, after this battle, I’ll gain another wave of followers.”

In mid-air, only Xue Han remained silent, watching these True Intent Realm Martial Artists and thinking they looked more and more like useless fools.

Coincidentally, the outpost she was guarding had been solo-cleared by Jiang Yan. These people assumed she was incompetent and openly mocked her for being all show, blaming her for tarnishing the academy’s reputation.

Those who hadn’t truly fought Jiang Yan could never comprehend his strength.

Xue Han settled in comfortably, quietly observing their arrogant demeanor.

Soon, a man walked out from inside the Dueling Arena.

His posture was upright, his features handsome, and even from a distance, he exuded an extraordinary aura.

“Folks, he’s here, he’s here! Our star of the day has arrived!”

In front of Han Wu floated a bionic dragonfly—exquisitely crafted and delicate, indistinguishable from a real dragonfly.

However, its eyes occasionally flickered with red light, transmitting both video and audio to the signal receiver Han Wu wore, displayed as a holographic screen. Bullet comments from the audience were delivered in real time.

“Little Tiger, can your live stream connect to the outside?”

“Hahaha, this is a custom live-streaming device I spent a fortune on. It has an ultra-long connection range, and every minute and second costs a lot of money. I usually can’t bear to use it.

No time to waste—I’ll go take him down.”

“Good!”

The group then descended to the ground, confronting Jiang Yan.

“Are you Jiang Yan?”

“What, do you need something?”

“Hahaha, still acting tough, huh? Do you know who we are?”

“I don’t know. Probably just a bunch of rabble.” Jiang Yan’s tone was calm, but it immediately angered these proud True Intent Martial Artists.

“Hmph, ignorant fool.” Han Wu snorted coldly. “We are from the Myriad Pottery Academy. Since you seized our academy’s outpost, we will naturally take it back with our own hands!”

Another person chimed in.

“Jiang Yan, we won’t bully you. Now, choose any one of us to duel you.”

In front of the live stream, ganging up on someone would always be looked down upon. Even if they won, it wouldn’t restore the Myriad Pottery Academy’s dignity—instead, they’d likely earn a bad reputation.

The loss would outweigh the gain.

“My time is limited. Just come at me together.”

“You! How dare you insult us! Our Myriad Pottery Academy would never stoop to ganging up on someone!”

As one of the four great academies, reputation always came first. Otherwise, no geniuses would join the academy next year. This point had been emphasized countless times by the dean before they set out to challenge Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan counted them—Myriad Pottery Academy had sent a total of ten Martial Artists, and judging by their demeanor, all had reached the True Intent Realm.

It must be said that Myriad Pottery Academy truly lived up to its reputation as one of the four great academies; its foundation was indeed profound.

Based on his experience in Silver Radiance, ordinary academies struggled to produce even one True Intent Realm Martial Artist, yet Myriad Pottery Academy could casually produce ten, and this wasn’t even their full strength.

Impressive!

But it didn’t matter anymore. In his eyes, these ten individuals were already walking Battle Intent manufacturing machines.

The stronger their strength, the purer their Battle Intent, and the greater Jiang Yan’s gains would be.

“Family, send a planetary rocket, and watch me beat Jiang Yan to a pulp!”

“Family, let the little hearts fly! Such a grand spectacle is rare—missing it would be a loss!”

Han Wu kept shouting at the bionic dragonfly, his tone dripping with disdain for Jiang Yan and the superiority that came from belonging to one of the four great academies.

It seemed he had forgotten that Jiang Yan was someone who had slain a demon.

The live stream audience was also getting hyped.

On one side, a genius Martial Artist from one of the four great academies.

On the other, a newly risen Martial Artist who had slain a Demon Lord.

Who was truly stronger?

“I think Jiang Yan is a bit more impressive. Although I’ve never seen a demon, I often read about the terror of Demon Lords in history books—they were beings capable of destroying stars with a single hand. Surely that’s more formidable than Han Wu.”

“Awesome! If you can defeat Jiang Yan, we’ll send you a planetary spaceship, no problem!”

“Hurry up and fight! You fight, and we’ll send gifts!”

“That’s right, stop dawdling! I want to see rivers of blood! Angry face

At that moment, a dark golden spaceship flew across the electronic screen in front of Han Wu.

“Wow, thank you, Brother [Model], for the planetary spaceship!”

[Model]: Go fight Jiang Yan quickly. I want to see just how strong someone who can kill a demon really is.

Han Wu: “Alright!”

He had been so stirred up by the audience’s “encouragement” that he was somewhat delirious, convinced he had no problem taking on Jiang Yan.

“Alright, all of you stay back. Let me test him!”

Han Wu leaped in front of Jiang Yan and shouted loudly.

“Jiang Yan, today, I, Han Wu, will verify whether your feat of slaying a Demon Lord holds any water!”

As he spoke, he reached into the Void, and a silver sword appeared in his hand.

A mysterious Qi aura rose, and Jiang Yan saw something different on the blade.

It resembled Sword Intent, yet not entirely.

“Martial Intent · Halberd Breaker!”

The Sword Qi was sharp and imposing, as if capable of piercing through all falsehoods.

Once Halberd Breaker was unleashed, all weapons would submit, carrying a supreme momentum to crush any weapon other than the one in his own hand.

It achieved suppression on a transcendent level.

This was the Martial Intent Han Wu had painstakingly condensed, embodying his complete understanding of sword techniques. Once the sword was drawn, all weapons would bow.

“Haha, Junior Han may seem frivolous, but he’s actually quite meticulous. Using Martial Intent right from the start shows he truly values Jiang Yan as an opponent.”

The few from Myriad Pottery Academy watching the fight chatted among themselves.

“Of course. After all, he’s someone who has slain a demon. Who would dare underestimate him? It’s just a matter of despising him strategically while taking him seriously tactically.”

“Jiang Yan, draw your weapon! Under my Halberd Breaker, any weapon of yours will be suppressed, losing over ninety percent of its power!”

Han Wu was quite chivalrous, giving Jiang Yan a chance to draw his saber.

Unfortunately, Jiang Yan had no weapon.

He spread his hands and smiled. “Sorry, I don’t use weapons.”

“Hah, a Body Cultivator? Interesting.”

With that, Han Wu raised his sword and charged forward at extreme speed.

The sword tip moved horizontally without the slightest deviation, blooming into a dazzling silver radiance in the air.

Halberd Breaker possessed a powerful armor-shattering effect—it could break weapons and shatter physical bodies alike.

Thus, when Han Wu learned that Jiang Yan was a Body Cultivator, he revealed that ambiguous smile.

Han Wu specialized in breaking defenses!

Yet Jiang Yan remained completely motionless.

Above Han Wu’s head, ten pitch-black blades hung ominously.

“Junior Han, be careful!”

From behind, someone from Myriad Pottery Academy spotted the blades suspended above Han Wu’s head and immediately shouted a warning.

Before the sound could reach him, Han Wu’s spiritual power sensed the precarious blades overhead. He swiftly made a decision—turning his sword upward, leaning back, and decisively slashing toward the sky.

Clang!

A silver flash erupted in the air, scattering brilliant sparks.

Han Wu instantly felt the weapon slip from his grasp and hastily retreated.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Ten ethereal blades shattered the treasured sword and continued their relentless assault toward his original position.

“My treasured sword!”

Han Wu wailed in agony. The sword he had bought with money earned from live streaming had become battle-damaged after just one move—how could he not feel heartbroken?

In his line of sight, the ten blades shifted direction, hurtling toward Han Wu.

This was a new move Jiang Yan had comprehended upon detaching his spiritual power.

Object Manipulation.

His comprehension of Saber Intent granted him unparalleled mastery over blades, while his Pool Realm spiritual power bestowed the ability to manipulate objects. Though somewhat rudimentary, the combination was enough—enough to deal with Han Wu!

Han Wu’s pupils contracted as he watched the ten blades chasing him down.

“Holy shit, didn’t you say you wouldn’t use weapons?!”

Han Wu swiftly retreated, then soared into the sky.

He knew all too well how terrifying Jiang Yan’s attacks were—to be touched meant certain death!

“Chaotic Void Domain.”

Han Wu watched as his vision was swallowed by endless darkness, all light absorbed completely. His body grew sluggish, as if sinking into a swamp.

“This… is a Domain! Why does he have a Domain?!”

Not only Han Wu, but the other nine True Intent Martial Artists from Myriad Pottery Academy, along with the millions of viewers watching the live stream, were stunned when Jiang Yan unleashed his Domain.

“Source Domain Realm! Jiang Yan is a Source Domain expert!”

“Holy shit, no wonder! No wonder he could slay a Demon Lord—he had already broken through to the Source Domain Realm! Only at the Source Domain Realm can one possess their own Domain!”

Everyone was utterly shocked by Jiang Yan’s display, especially Han Wu. Upon realizing Jiang Yan’s Domain, all his Battle Intent vanished, leaving only the desperate desire to escape this demon’s grasp.

“Damn it, if you’re at the Source Domain Realm, why didn’t you say so earlier? If I’d known, I wouldn’t have come!”

Han Wu cursed loudly while frantically fleeing, but every movement appeared agonizingly slow in Jiang Yan’s eyes.

Black energy surged within the Chaotic Void Domain as Jiang Yan gradually materialized before Han Wu.

“Holy shit, teleportation!”

Han Wu was utterly despairing.

Jiang Yan felt disappointed in him as well.

Such despondency, with no Battle Intent to speak of—what was the point of continuing this fight?

Thus, he raised a hand and struck Han Wu’s chest.

Thud!

Han Wu felt as if struck by a heavy truck, vomiting a mouthful of blood. His upper garment shattered, and his entire body was sent flying like a broken ragdoll.

Han Wu crashed to the ground as the ink-black Domain receded like a tide.

Jiang Yan stood on the ground, looking down at the half-dead Han Wu below.

He frowned slightly and spoke calmly.

“I hit him too hard. It won’t be good if he’s sent to the Dueling Arena later and can’t be used.”

He then looked toward the Martial Artists who had been watching the fight.

“Take him down for treatment now. Any later and he might lose his life.”

The crowd fell silent. Did they really not know who had inflicted Han Wu’s injuries?

What a terrible person.

Yet they still dared not defy Jiang Yan, silently carrying the barely breathing Han Wu away.

And the bionic dragonfly perfectly recorded everything.