# Chapter 1629: Overestimating One's Abilities
Yun Che's words caused Tian Guhu's eyes to narrow. The snorts and low laughs around them instantly multiplied several times over. A pair after pair of eyes quickly shifted away from Yun Che, none of them deigning to look at him again.
Tian Guhu's smile gained a hint of self-mockery, his voice also fading a few degrees: "It seems that even as a clown, I still overestimated you."
At this point, Tian Guhu himself, as well as everyone around, deeply felt that this goods — which couldn't even be adequately described by the words "making a spectacle of oneself" — was a seventh-rank Divine Lord, yet still didn't have the qualifications to make Tian Guhu personally take action.
Tian Guhu's voluntary step forward had practically lowered his own status and standing.
"But… very well." Tian Guhu slowly nodded, too lazy to even utter another sarcastic remark: "Three moves then. I'll thoroughly grant your wish."
He extended three fingers, but his demeanor and words were now several times more contemptuous than before: "If you can remain undefeated under my three moves, then you win. Do you have anything more to say?"
Yes, as a fellow seventh-rank Divine Lord, he was going to defeat "Ling Yun" in three moves!
This statement, this spirit, this strength — only Tian Guhu could do it.
It was also the most arrogant response, the most thorough trampling of this "Ling Yun."
Yun Che shot him a sidelong glance, his gaze like sweeping aside an ant: "Tian Guhu, I think you've misunderstood something. I said that if you can remain undefeated under my three moves, then you win."
At these words, the Huang Tian Que fell silent for an instant, then erupted into an unprecedentedly violent roar of laughter. Even those Upper Realm Kings of lofty status were grinning fiercely, their brows twitching.
"By the way, let me grant you another favor." Amidst the unrestrained burst of mockery, Yun Che's tone remained lazy and low: "After three moves, as long as you can still stand, then you win."
"Heh…" Tian Guhu's lips twitched, revealing what might be the most helpless and contemptuous smile of his entire life.
"Wasting so much time on such a madman — it's utterly outrageous!" Huo Tianxing said coldly.
"Isn't it very interesting?" Kui She Shengjun maintained his smiling expression.
"Hahahaha!" Fen Yue Di Zi Fen Jieran laughed so hard his waist bent backward, nearly falling to the ground.
If before, the Yun Che in everyone's eyes was a ridiculous clown, then now, the looks they cast at Yun Che were entirely those of looking at a completely insane clown.
For Tian Guhu to defeat a same-level opponent in three moves would never invite ridicule. But for a same-level Xuan adept to defeat Tian Guhu in three moves… this was probably the most ridiculous joke in the entire Northern Divine Region's Xuan Dao.
"Guhu, finish it quickly." Tian Mu Yi said. It was clear that despite the amusement, his heart was already extremely impatient. Facing such a stupid and mad seventh-rank Divine Lord, even if Tian Guhu won in one move, it wouldn't bring much glory — instead, it would dirty his hands a bit.
"Yes, Father King." Tian Guhu's expression completely retracted, returning to indifference. And his change in expression invisibly stirred everyone's emotions, causing the Huang Tian Que to quiet down in an instant. All gazes were firmly fixed on him.
"Since it's a battle bet concerning honor and dignity," a dry, low voice suddenly rang out — it was none other than Yan San Geng, the head of the Yan Mo Realm's Yan Ghosts: "Then it should not be subject to any external interference, and certainly no subsequent retaliation. What do you all think?"
Yan San Geng's words were undoubtedly directed at Yao Die.
Among the Three King Realms, Huang Tian Realm and Yan Mo Realm had the closest relations, so Yan San Geng's statement was hardly surprising.
"Yan Ghost King, rest assured." Kui She Shengjun narrowed his slit-like eyes: "Among those present here, aside from certain laughable petty individuals, all are figures of importance. They would not stoop to such base acts that would disgrace their status."
Everyone echoed in agreement.
"Well said." The speaker was surprisingly the Demon Woman Yao Die: "What my Jie Hun Realm detests most is baseness! Since this is a battle bet voluntarily agreed upon by both parties, since I, this Demon Woman, am witnessing it, I will not tolerate any injustice… Anyone who dares to shield, cheat, interfere, or pursue the matter afterward — don't blame me for turning hostile!"
Yao Die's words caused the entire arena to fall into a sudden stillness.
Yan San Geng's words were meant to prevent Yao Die from using overt or covert means to help Yun Che, because she had previously invited the two and must have some special reason.
Yet unexpectedly, her words were several times harsher than Yan San Geng's.
After the shock brought by the Demon Woman's voice, the hearts of the Huang Tian Realm group instead became completely relaxed, because the last trace of worry had also dissipated entirely.
"Begin." Yan San Geng said.
"You make the first move." As he spoke, Tian Guhu clasped his hands behind his back. Facing an opponent whose Xuan Dao level was the same as his own, and who he intended to defeat in three moves, he didn't draw his weapon, instead adopting a stance with his entire front exposed.
He didn't even circulate his Xuan Qi.
This wasn't foolish arrogance, but the spirit and confidence that belonged solely to him, Lord Guhu… as well as extreme contempt.
Yes, he had never held anyone in such disdain before.
Yun Che didn't move either. He similarly didn't reveal his weapon, nor did he condense his Xuan Qi.
"Never mind." Tian Guhu muttered softly, his finger pointing out. Black light shimmered at his fingertip, then tore open streaks of deep purple lightning within the black light: "This boring game will end now."
His voice hadn't even faded when the space suddenly darkened. Black aura spread, while the sky above was covered in purple light. As a Northern Domain Xuan adept, Tian Guhu's Dark Profound Force and Lightning Profound Force had both reached the pinnacle. In an instant, the expressions of everyone present changed.
To defeat a same-level opponent in three moves at the Divine Lord realm — he, Tian Guhu, could do it, but it certainly wouldn't be easy. Thus, no matter how contemptuous his posture, he would never be careless with his power.
"This… is this really the power of a seventh-rank Divine Lord?" The one who shouted this was a core figure of an Upper Realm Star Region. Having reached the tenth-rank Divine Lord realm himself, he had stood up, his face full of shock.
Tian Guhu's name resounded throughout the Northern Divine Region, and even the other three Divine Regions knew of him. But after he grew to the mid-to-late Divine Lord realm, not many had personally witnessed him go all out. Yet the moment he struck, the pressure he unleashed caused even the tenth-rank Divine Lords to feel a clear sense of oppression.
And those Xuan adepts whose levels were supposedly similar directly suffocated, the shock in their hearts beyond words.
"It seems Guhu intends to crush him in an instant." Tian Mu Yi said calmly. His composed face showed no hint of worry.
Grand Elder of the Wasteland Heaven, Tian Mu He, coldly snorted: "This Ling Yun has lived too long already. Does he still deserve any face saved? Just destroy him directly and be done with it."
"Kneel."
Tian Guhu uttered softly, and his figure vanished the moment the last syllable fell, leaving only a pitch-black thunderbolt that exploded across the sky.
Crack!
Thunderlight flashed, tearing open a thousand-zhang black scar across the Huang Tian Que. Within the black scar, countless lightning bolts howled and glittered. Any one of them — even a single strand — contained the terrifying power to topple mountains and destroy mountains.
Tian Guhu's figure appeared at the position where Yun Che had been standing, the black scar behind him lingering for a long time without fading. But his expression changed — gone was the previous contempt and ease, replaced only by shock.
The next moment, he abruptly spun around. In his line of sight, Yun Che was standing at Tian Guhu's previous position, his face expressionless, his hands still clasped behind his back. His standing posture hadn't changed in the slightest — even his long hair and robe hems showed no signs of having fluttered.
Everything presented an unacceptable contrast with Tian Guhu's startled expression.
"What happened?" Tian Mu Yi stood up, his face full of surprise.
No one answered him. The faces of those around him were all filled with bewilderment. Even Yan San Geng's gaze froze. The Fen Yue Young Master's languid smile momentarily stiffened on his face.
Given the heights of the powerful figures present, they had all seen even the most advanced movement techniques. But just now, not a single person had clearly seen how Yun Che had shifted positions.
Moreover, under Tian Guhu's ridiculously powerful aura suppression, any same-level Xuan adept would find it difficult not only to instantly move but even to shift positions at all.
Yet Yun Che had instantly moved under Tian Guhu's power, clearly unharmed. His demeanor and aura were so calm it was chilling… How had he done it?
Yao Die raised her head slightly, her eyes narrowing very lightly.
"First move," Yun Che said coldly, the sound reaching Tian Guhu's ears and causing his eardrums to tremble uncomfortably.
"Sect Master Tian, did you see his movements clearly?" Huo Tianxing asked in a deep voice. Tian Mu Yi shook his head.
"This is a bit baffling." Huo Tianxing also slowly stood up, staring at Yun Che with an unsettled expression.
"When he used that instant movement technique just now, the overflow of his Xuan Qi was indeed that of a seventh-rank Divine Lord without a doubt." Kui She Shengjun said faintly: "If this old man's perception is not mistaken, there was a trace of ice-cold aura for an instant."
"Ice-cold?" Tian Mu Yi frowned: "Very few Xuan adepts in the Northern Domain cultivate ice-cold power, and it emphasizes defense over movement techniques…"
As Tian Mu Yi spoke, Tian Guhu's body had already turned around, facing Yun Che again. His expression had returned to calm, and the Xuan Qi he had been somewhat restraining earlier was now fully released, forming a rapidly expanding dark vortex around him.
Tian Mu Yi's words stopped. He snorted lightly and said: "Never mind. How could Guhu possibly need my worry?"
"Very good." Tian Guhu's long hair fluttered, his eyes alternating between purple and black. The aura he exuded made the hearts of one Xuan adept after another tremble: "A movement technique I've never seen before — it actually made me seem somewhat disheveled for a moment. It seems I underestimated you somewhat."
"But if your capital for arrogance and tyranny is merely movement techniques…" Tian Guhu's brows sank slightly: "Then how disappointing."
Crack!
A purple thunderbolt crashed down, Heaven and Earth shaking. Everyone subconsciously looked up to see that the sky was now covered by an incomparably vast Dark Thunder Domain, stretching for a full hundred miles of space.
Without giving Yun Che any chance to react or escape, Tian Guhu pointed his finger. The thunder domain descended, instantly engulfing the space where he and Yun Che stood, transforming half the Huang Tian Que into a boiling sea of thunder.
Clearly, his first strike had ignited Tian Guhu's anger. This Dark Thunder Domain was unleashed without any reservation.
No matter how exceptional the movement technique, it was absolutely impossible to evade this vast thunder domain that spread in just a few short breaths. Yun Che didn't move. Everyone watched helplessly as he was swallowed by the thunder domain. He seemed to have accepted his fate, showing no signs of resistance or struggle.
Indeed, the pressure that far exceeded the limits of a seventh-rank Divine Lord and made even tenth-rank Divine Lords deeply apprehensive was enough to directly shatter the confidence of any seventh-rank Divine Lord.
"It seems it's over," Huo Tianxing said. "Though there was a slight unexpected turn, the result is still boring as he—"
His voice suddenly stopped, his expression changing drastically. Beside him, the expressions of Tian Mu Yi and Kui She Shengjun had also changed.
Within the boiling thunder domain, Yun Che's aura still existed — with no change in position or intensity compared to just now.
They focused their vision, piercing through layers of dark lightning, and saw Yun Che standing stock still in the sea of thunder. No matter how the surrounding darkness and thunder raged, he was like a boulder amidst the wind — unmoving.
"This is!?"
And Tian Guhu, being closest to Yun Che and within his own domain of power, clearly also noticed the anomaly. His pupils suddenly contracted.
"Guhu!" Tian Mu Yi let out a low roar: "Strike!"
Defeating Yun Che within three moves — Tian Guhu had personally accepted this "battle bet." Countless strong figures were witnessing it. There was no way he could lose.
Clang!
With a resonant sound, black light flashed in Tian Guhu's hand, and the Huang Tian Sword was drawn. Its blade stirred the thunder domain, gathering dark lightning. In an instant, it was entwined with countless dark thunderbolts. Then it pierced through the thunder domain, pierced through space. As it neared Yun Che, the sword's glow had become so rich and dazzling it was like a deity manifesting in the world, stabbing straight toward Yun Che's brow.
But…
There was no anticipated piercing or eruption of power. The world suddenly fell eerily silent — even the raging sound of the thunder domain ceased.
In the abruptly extinguished thunderlight, the figures of Tian Guhu and Yun Che were revealed. That Huang Tian Sword, known to none in the Northern Divine Region, was pointed directly at Yun Che's brow. The sword's momentum still existed, lightning still coiled around it, and divine light still blazed. But the spot on Yun Che's brow that the Huang Tian Sword had directly struck… not only was it not pierced, but not even a single drop of blood had been drawn.
In Tian Guhu's pupils, which were dilated to the extreme, Yun Che slowly raised his eyes. At the same time, he raised a finger that held not a trace of condensed power. The voice that reached his ears was as cold and indifferent as before: "Tian Guhu, do you really think you're worthy to be my opponent?"
As his voice fell, his finger had already touched the Huang Tian Sword — and flicked it gently.