The Masked Strength of the Sect's Trash chapter 103

Ji Yan's aura suddenly surged, shocking everyone present.

The sword-intent dragon let out a resounding roar, ascending toward the sky.

Cang Zhengchu’s blue bird screeched, flapping its wings as it descended like a majestic eagle, talons extended toward its prey.

The battle had already weakened Ji Yan’s sword intent, leaving the white dragon on the verge of collapse. Now, as the blue bird’s talons closed in, Ji Yan had nowhere left to retreat.

Seeing his sword intent corner Ji Yan, Cang Zhengchu, still unseen, couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Ji Yan, you’ve lost!” he declared smugly, showing no remorse for using a higher cultivation level to suppress Ji Yan.

However!

Just as the blue bird was about to grasp the white dragon, the dragon suddenly vanished.

Ripples spread through the air, as if the dragon had dived into the depths of the sea, disappearing without a trace.

"Hmm?" Cang Zhengchu murmured in surprise.

Then he laughed. "You’re still not giving up?"

The next moment, the white dragon reappeared in a different direction. It let out a thunderous roar, coiling upward with a mysterious aura that surged into the sky.

The beam of sword energy aimed at Xiao Yi froze mid-air.

Then, piece by piece, it disintegrated and vanished completely.

The white dragon exuded an ethereal aura.

"No... Impossible!" Cang Zhengchu exclaimed.

Although hidden in the cabin, everyone could easily imagine the shock on his face.

Ji Yan’s eyes closed once again as he sat cross-legged at the ship’s bow. The sword above him vibrated, each tremor resonating with a profound rhythm.

To Lu Shaoqing and Xiao Yi, it seemed as if the sword was dancing.

With each tremor, the white dragon’s aura intensified—tenfold, then a hundredfold.

As the aura grew stronger, the dragon’s sword intent seemed to weaken, until it disappeared altogether.

The blue bird sensed the looming threat. It let out another screech and spread its wings, releasing countless beams of sword energy that filled the sky, completely enveloping the white dragon.

Within each beam was the power to shatter mountains, carrying sword intent that could obliterate everything.

The onlookers felt their very souls tremble, as if they were on the verge of being annihilated by the overwhelming sword intent.

Ji Yan’s sword trembled violently, then suddenly seemed to come to a stop, appearing still to the naked eye.

But Lu Shaoqing, with his keen perception, saw that the sword’s vibrations had reached a frequency beyond human sight. In the spiritual realm, the space around Ji Yan's sword had collapsed, revealing a boundless void.

As space repeatedly collapsed and reformed, Lu Shaoqing frowned, feeling perplexed.

*What is he trying to do? Preparing a big move? This cooldown is too long.*

Even Lu Shaoqing couldn’t quite understand Ji Yan's actions.

Suddenly, the sword in Ji Yan’s grasp vanished without warning, leaving Lu Shaoqing unable to trace its presence.

Up in the sky, the blue bird shrieked.

Everyone looked up to see that the white dragon had disappeared amidst the swirling sword energy. As the energy dissipated, the blue bird remained, hovering like a divine creature from the heavens.

"Did... did he win?" someone from Guiyuan Pavilion asked quietly.

Xiao Yi, her face full of anxiety, turned to Lu Shaoqing. "Second Senior Brother, has Senior Brother... lost?"

While it was logical that Ji Yan would lose to the more powerful Cang Zhengchu, Xiao Yi found it hard to accept.

Since joining Tianyu Peak, all she’d heard about were Ji Yan’s countless victories. He was undefeated among the younger generation—his sword never failed, slaying gods and demons alike.

To Xiao Yi, her senior brother was invincible.

No matter the opponent—whether they were young pups, old veterans, or terrifying monsters—one swing of Ji Yan’s sword meant certain death.

But now, her invincible senior brother had seemingly lost.

Tears welled up in Xiao Yi’s eyes as she looked toward Lu Shaoqing, whose expression was dark.

She assumed that Lu Shaoqing must be the one feeling the most pain. The bond between the two brothers was strong, and he certainly didn’t want to see Ji Yan lose.

Xiao Yi decided it was time to be a comforting little sister, offering support.

"Second Senior Brother, don’t be sad," she began gently.

“Sad?” Lu Shaoqing snapped, cutting her off. "I’m not sad—I’m furious!"

Oh, that made sense. Of course, he must be furious at Cang Zhengchu for hurting Ji Yan.

Xiao Yi attempted to console him. "Second Senior Brother, please don’t act rashly. We—"

Before she could finish, Lu Shaoqing growled through gritted teeth. "Dammit, how can he keep doing this? Doesn’t he want others to live?"

"Huh?" Xiao Yi paused, realizing something was off.

Lu Shaoqing’s anger wasn’t directed at Cang Zhengchu—it was directed at Ji Yan!

*Why?*

Her curiosity piqued, Xiao Yi asked, "So, Senior Brother hasn’t lost yet?"

With an exasperated sigh, Lu Shaoqing shot back, "Can’t you see for yourself?"

Xiao Yi looked outside.

Despite the overwhelming sword pressure from the blue bird, Ji Yan remained motionless.

Yet to Xiao Yi, it appeared that Ji Yan was still being overpowered. He was clearly losing ground.

"Second Senior Brother, he’s—"

Before she could finish, Ji Yan’s eyes snapped open, and a thunderous sound echoed through the sky.

The previously missing sword reappeared, causing everyone to feel a sudden tremor in their own swords, whether at their waist or stored in their rings.

Cang Zhengchu’s sense of dread intensified.

"Trickery!" he shouted, as the blue bird launched itself toward Ji Yan’s sword.

"Buzz!"

The sword let out a crisp ring, like a divine sound reverberating across the heavens.

An immense aura descended, freezing the blue bird in mid-air.

It was as if the bird had encountered divine frost, frozen solid in an instant.

Then, like time itself had stopped, the bird shattered, breaking apart piece by piece until nothing remained.

Not just broken—completely annihilated.

"Sword Heart Ascension?!!" Cang Zhengchu's voice broke into a shrill scream, as if he had seen a ghost.