Chapter 158: Have Any of You Fought Him?

Jiang Yan regretfully exited the Battle Space.

He had failed to break through the situation.

To this day, he still hadn’t figured out how Wang Tu had devoured his attacks. After trying several methods without managing to harm Wang Tu, he gave up.

Once out of the Battle Space, the noise of the outside world rushed in—the sound of fists meeting flesh was thrilling and captivating.

The Heavenly Slaughter War Ruins greedily devoured these wildly flowing traces of Battle Intent. Faintly, the fourth War Ruins Engraving was about to take shape.

The Dueling Arena was now running smoothly. After the previous troublemaking True Intent Realm Martial Artist was killed and the Myriad Pottery Academy suffered a setback, no one dared to cause trouble in Jiang Yan’s territory anymore.

The influential forces in the central region of the Hundred Prisons Hunting Ground had also been subdued and plundered by Jiang Yan, with all their treasured lands emptied into his storage. For now, he should be able to hold out for quite some time.

Currently, aside from consolidating Battle Intent, the cultivation of the Spirit Platform could not be neglected either.

“But… what exactly is Martial Intent?”

Jiang Yan pondered as he walked outward.

He had asked Yang Qing earlier, and that guy said Martial Intent was highly abstract—it could be anything.

Some entered the Dao through killing, condensing killing intent.

Others entered the Dao through weapons, Awakening certain traits related to their weapons. For example, Han Wu, with Halberd Breaker as his Martial Intent, possessed fierce and lethal attacks. If he hadn’t encountered Jiang Yan, he would likely have displayed remarkable prowess.

But as for what Martial Intent specifically was, Yang Qing couldn’t explain, because back then, he had also stumbled into the True Intent Realm in a daze.

It was said that he kept muttering in his dreams about wanting to Awaken his Martial Intent, and when he woke up, he found he had already reached the True Intent Realm—extremely bizarre.

Arriving once again at the bottom of the Wind-Wounding Cliff, endless vengeful spirits attacked, and ominous Qi coiled around, but Jiang Yan paid them no mind.

Outside the Wind-Wounding Cliff.

The ten True Intent Realm students from the Myriad Pottery Academy were exceptionally skilled. After grinding continuously for 18 hours, they finally reached the King Rank Tier and were permitted to leave the Hundred Prisons Hunting Ground.

“Damn it, we were practically imprisoned by Jiang Yan for almost a day. Who knows how the outside world will mock us now!”

“It’s over, it’s over! My lifelong reputation is ruined! If only I’d known, I wouldn’t have come to fight this freak.”

They spoke one after another, their tones filled with deep regret and resentment.

In their impression, once Jiang Yan’s Domain appeared, it almost signified invincibility. At the time, they were so terrified they nearly wet their pants—how could they have had any mood left to fight?

Han Wu, who had been beaten half to death by Jiang Yan, had already recovered but remained silent, not joining in the conversation.

“Xiao Hu, what do you think?”

“Yesterday’s Live Stream broadcasted everything. The outside world must be flooded with ridicule aimed at us. You were beaten the worst—tell us what we should do now.”

Han Wu gave a resentful glance at the person who spoke, then turned back, pondered for a moment, and said:

“Did we get it wrong?”

“Get what wrong?”

Everyone’s gaze shifted uniformly to Han Wu.

Han Wu took a deep breath: “The Domain Jiang Yan used back then didn’t seem to be the kind of Domain only those in the Source Domain Realm possess.”

Hiss—

“Quick, quick, elaborate.”

Han Wu: “Didn’t you notice? The Domain he used didn’t contain Spiritual Power substance, nor did it include Martial Intent. Instead…”

“Well, anyway, it’s just really strange. I don’t know how to describe it to you all. Since you all possess Martial Intent, just think back to the scene yourselves. I was being chased too closely at the time, panicking so much I couldn’t remember anything.”

Han Wu scratched his head in frustration.

Listening to Han Wu’s analysis, the others felt it made sense. After carefully recalling, they realized it was indeed the case.

“Little Wu, hearing you say that, Jiang Yan’s Domain really is too simplistic, completely inconsistent with the comprehensive nature of a Source Domain!”

One person pointed out the key issue, completely shattering the illusion of Jiang Yan’s Source Domain Realm.

“So what? Just because Jiang Yan isn’t at the Source Domain Realm, you want to go back and fight?”

Someone spoke up, causing the remaining few to fall into silence.

Right, even if Jiang Yan isn’t at the Source Domain Realm, they…

still probably can’t beat him!

Damn it, there’s no difference at all!

The group felt like crying but had no tears. After discussing for a long time, they still decided to leave the Hundred Prisons and plan more carefully later.

As long as the green hills remain, there will be no shortage of firewood.

“Let’s go, let’s go. The Secret Realm exit is right ahead.”

Finally about to leave this hellish place, the group was filled with mixed emotions.

Just then, the Secret Realm exit suddenly flashed, and a slender, tall figure slowly walked out.

The newcomer was bare-chested, with a physique as slender as a willow, yet with well-proportioned muscles. Long hair cascaded down his back, and his delicate, feminine face held not a trace of emotion.

Complex crimson patterns were tattooed from his chest down to the right side of his lower abdomen. This unique mark immediately allowed the Myriad Pottery Academy students to recognize the newcomer’s identity.

“Senior Chang Yin!”

“Senior Chang Yin, what brings you here!?”

They gathered around him, their tones filled with deference toward an elder, not daring to overstep in the slightest.

Chang Yin, the most genius student of Myriad Pottery Academy, had reached the Perfection Realm of Thirteen Apertures True Intent. He was hailed as one of the Prodigies closest to the human Aperture Opening limit in the past decade.

The current generation of Myriad Pottery Academy students all revered Chang Yin, viewing him as a kind of transcendent spiritual belief.

Facing their enthusiasm, Chang Yin’s expression remained indifferent.

“The Academy is very disappointed in you.”

Chang Yin seemed to be relaying a message. After saying this, he paid no further attention to these failures.

Like Jiang Yan, whom he was about to challenge, they were all weaklings. And the weak had no right to waste his time.

Knowing their actions had brought immense shame upon the Academy, these ten True Intent Martial Artists guiltily lowered their heads, not daring to look at Chang Yin.

Before coming, they had promised to restore the Academy’s honor, even challenging Jiang Yan via live stream in front of the entire Tianyuan Star.

Instead, they had bungled it. Jiang Yan alone had nearly beaten the crap out of them. Because of them, Myriad Pottery Academy probably couldn’t even hold its head up now.

“Um… Senior Chang, Jiang Yan’s strength is formidable. Please be careful when the time comes.”

Someone kindly reminded him, only to be met with an icy, bone-chilling stare.

Chang Yin coldly stared at the speaker. “Are you saying… I am inferior to him?”

“N-no! Senior Chang Yin is invincible!”

“That’s right, apart from those few seed Prodigies, who in this world could possibly compare to you?”

Someone hastily tried to make amends, finally making Chang Yin withdraw his gaze.

Chang Yin didn’t want to waste words on these frogs at the bottom of a well. He spoke coldly.

“Where is Jiang Yan?”

“Senior, I’ll take you there!”

One person stepped forward and soon disappeared from the sight of the other nine with Chang Yin.

The nine stood rooted to the spot, the exit so close yet unreachable. To leave or stay—neither seemed right.

“What do we do now?”

“What else can we do? With Senior Chang Yin holding the line, no matter how formidable Jiang Yan is, he’ll fall here.”

“I’m not so sure.”

An abrupt remark drew several uncertain, questioning gazes.

Han Wu’s eyes were deep and thoughtful as he stared in the direction Chang Yin had left, as if seeing something more through the empty air.

Suddenly, he let out a mocking laugh, first toward the vanished figure of Chang Yin, then turned back to look meaningfully at the others.

“Have any of you ever fought Jiang Yan?”

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