On The Path Of Cultivation To Become God

"Y-You, how did you do it?" Ming Jian was losing his mind as he stared in disbelief at Chen Tian.

Nothing!

It was as if his powerful slice was just air. Chen Tian stood unharmed, a faint smile gracing his lips.

"It was an interesting technique." Chen Tian's calm demeanor only added to Ming Jian's frustration.

The surrounding crowd erupted into murmurs and gasps, adding to the tension. Some stood in disbelief, unable to comprehend what they had witnessed.

The attack used by their patriarch, a technique passed down for generations, was canceled just like that!

Here stood Chen Tian, untouched. A tremor of fear ran down the spines of all disciples present.

Old Ming was also taken aback. He was the most familiar with this technique and knew how much power was behind this move.

It was impossible to block such a move with just a simple wave of the hand.

However, seeing Chen Tian's confident stance, his heart sank in realization.

A sudden wave of doubt, unfamiliar and unsettling, crept into Old Ming's experienced core.

'Could it be? Could this young man be...?'

The only explanation for this is that Chen Tian had already surpassed the Divine Stage.

A crazy idea began to form in Old Ming's mind, but he quickly shook it away. No, it couldn't be possible.

Chen Tian was just 18 years old. How could a young man of that age reach that stage?

The doubt festered, growing into a cold knot of apprehension. Old Ming, for the first time in decades, felt a tremor of fear in his own hand.

If Chen Tian was really in the Grandmaster stage, he would have to rethink everything he thought he knew about the young man.

Grandmasters are revered figures in the martial arts world, possessing skills and abilities that seemed almost otherworldly.

Old Ming recalled witnessing a grandmaster in action, the memory sending shivers down his spine.

Not only could such masters walk on water, but they could also use anything to kill an opponent with a single strike.

Old Ming gripped the gnarled handle of his walking stick, knuckles white.

Butler Wan's expression grew tense, his eyes narrowing with newfound respect as he observed Chen Tian.

"You said you wanted to show me the might of a Divine Stage martial artist; then allow me to show you mine," Chen Tian said quietly.

With a swift movement, an unfathomable force exploded from his body, ripping the air itself apart with a deafening crack.

The ground beneath Chen Tian quaked violently, causing stone bricks to burst outwards like shrapnel from an invisible explosion.

Whooshh~~!!

Everyone present watched in stunned silence as Chen Tian unleashed his aura. A wave of oppressive power crashed down upon them, heavy and undeniable. Even Divine stages like Old Ming and Butler Wan felt a tremor of unease course through them.

The only people unaffected by this were Leng Zhiqing, Ming Ming, and her mother; since Chen Tian deliberately excluded them from the reach of his aura. As for the others, their faces turned to horror.

The most affected was none other than Ming Jian since he was the one Chen Tian had been targeting all along.

Of course, the aura that Chen Tian just released was only comparable to that of an Opening Realm cultivator, but it was still enough to shake Ming Jian to his core.

He staggered back, feeling as though a great weight was pressing down on his chest, making it difficult to breathe.

"I—I give up!"

Ming Jian stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

He knew he was no match for Chen Tian and his overwhelming power. The others watched in shock as Ming Jian, who had always been so confident and arrogant, admitted defeat.

But no one here was surprised, since they themselves would have done the same in the face of such formidable pressure.

In this way, Chen Tian had won this fight without even moving from his place.

No one had noticed, but this entire time, Chen Tian hadn't taken a single step forward and only used his sword.

Chen Tian sighed and moved closer to Ming Jian, who was now kneeling on the ground in defeat. With a look of sympathy in his eyes, Chen Tian reached out a hand to help Ming Jian up.

Ming Jian was speechless as he accepted Chen Tian's hand and stood up.

His heart had yet to calm down from the shock of being defeated so easily.

His eyes now looked at Chen Tian with newfound respect and admiration.

'Maybe him marrying my daughter isn't that bad.'

Ming Jian thought to himself, realizing that even if he was opposed to it, he couldn't do anything to Chen Tian.

As for Chen Tian joining the expedition, Ming Jian now wouldn't dare to refuse such a talented and powerful individual.

"Old Wu, I think you made a wrong judgment."

Old Ming looked at Chen Tian with a mix of disbelief and admiration.

"This servant wouldn't have guessed that Sir Chen Tian was a grandmaster."

Butler Wan nodded in agreement, his eyes filled with respect for Chen Tian.

Grandmaster. Both he and Old Ming were sure that Chen Tian was a grandmaster. With this, both were confident in the next expedition; their family's chance of winning was significantly higher with Chen Tian leading the way.

Who could possibly be an 18-year-old grandmaster?

The people allowed in this expedition were only those whose age was 30 years and lower. Achieving Divine Stage before 30 was not impossible, but a Grandmaster at 30 was something that was hard to come by.

"What about we have a meal and talk?" Xin Lan suggested, breaking the silence that followed their agreement.

Old Ming nodded in agreement, his eyes lighting up with excitement at the prospect of hearing more about Chen Tian.

"Yes, let's discuss things over a meal," he replied, a smile forming on his face.

The lingering tension in the air dissipated, bringing a sense of relief to the room.