Chapter 31

"Since you are so stubborn, I don't mind helping the Blazing Fire Sect teach you a lesson!" The man's eyes suddenly turned cold after being repeatedly rejected, and he growled in a deep voice.

Immediately, the middle-aged man took a step forward, and a long sword appeared in his hand, emitting a blue glow as it swept toward Wang Yan.

The sword technique was light and elusive, seemingly casual, but it contained boundless killing intent and power.

"Crushing Army!" Wang Yan, not to be outdone, roared and swung his saber, the red fire dragon on the long saber lunging at the middle-aged man with bared fangs and claws.

Clang...

A clear sound echoed, as if it had traversed ancient times, or perhaps it came from another world, giving a sense of unreality and weight.

The saber and sword clashed, and an intense light burst forth from the point of impact, like a dazzling sun that completely overshadowed the sunset, dispersing the red clouds and blinding everyone.

An invisible wave of energy surged outward, wreaking havoc wherever it passed, reducing everything to dust.

The people who had retreated to the edge of the training ground changed their expressions again and rushed toward the stage, vying to avoid being caught in the crossfire. The confrontation between the two was not something they could observe; even a single move had such an impact, and the consequences of a full-scale battle were unimaginable.

Rumble...

Thunderous explosions followed one after another, dust filled the air, and the training ground began to shake, causing everyone to retreat quickly again, fearing the collateral damage.

The two figures rapidly retreated backward. The middle-aged man, after retreating five or six meters, plunged his sword into the ground to stabilize himself.

Wang Yan, on the other hand, kicked back, retreating over ten meters, leaving deep grooves and footprints in the ground, each one deeply embedded and fierce.

The long saber scraped against the ground, sparking and producing a sharp, grating sound.

"Just as I thought!" Wang Yan, stabilizing himself, took a deep breath and coldly shouted, his aura surging!

"Respected Martial Artist, Ninth Rank?" This time, the middle-aged man was no longer calm, his brows furrowed in confusion.

A Ninth Rank Respected Martial Artist, just one step away from becoming a King Martial Artist, was indeed formidable, and he had the right to be arrogant.

Seeing that he was at most in his early twenties but had reached such a level, the middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh. It seemed the Blazing Fire Sect had produced another remarkable talent. He secretly sighed, realizing that the Han family had gotten into serious trouble this time!

"Today, anyone who stands in my way will die!" Wang Yan spat and roared, his aura surging again, his bones cracking with a crisp sound. At this moment, he was almost a King Martial Artist.

"Young man, you are too arrogant. It seems the Blazing Fire Sect hasn't taught you well. Let me give you a good lesson!" The man's voice rose, his aura increasing, and the blue armor around him seemed to deepen. If he allowed Wang Yan to kill the Han family members in front of him, how could Donglin Mountain stand in the Tianfeng Kingdom in the future!

His long sword hummed, the blue aura covering it, and in an instant, the sword expanded several times, exuding a cold aura.

"Third Rank King Martial Artist!" Wang Yan's brows furrowed, more serious than he had imagined. He felt a heavy weight in his heart, but when he looked at the severely injured Wang Chen on the stage, his resolve hardened. As long as Wang Chen was here, he had to fight to the end!

The wind howled, dust filled the air, and the oppressive atmosphere made it hard to breathe. On the stage, everyone watched the two in the training ground with bated breath. The empty ground was filled only by the two of them, their auras surging, their fighting spirit intense!

At this moment, the tension was at its peak. Wang Yan's strength as a Ninth Rank Respected Martial Artist surprised everyone again. Initially, they thought he was just an ordinary Respected Martial Artist, but he had reached the Ninth Rank, just one step away from becoming a King Martial Artist. To achieve such a level at such a young age was truly impressive.

On the other side, Donglin Mountain had sent a Third Rank King Martial Artist, showing their strength. Who would win in this dragon and tiger battle? Everyone's hearts were in their throats.

Such an intense battle was rare in Qingfeng City.

"Ha ha ha... Donglin Mountain's brat, you don't have the qualifications to teach my disciple!" Just as everyone thought the battle was about to break out, a loud laugh echoed from a distance.

Immediately, a figure shot through the sky toward the training ground, arriving in the blink of an eye.

He landed silently, as if he had been standing there all along.

"Imperial Martial Artist!"

"Heaven! It's actually an Imperial Martial Artist!"

One shock after another, the stage erupted in commotion!

Wang Yan's appearance and the strength of the Donglin Mountain people had already surprised everyone, but only the sect members showed slight surprise. Now, even they could no longer remain silent! An Imperial Martial Artist was an absolute super powerhouse; there were only a few in the entire Tianfeng Kingdom. In the northern border, every Imperial Martial Artist was renowned and famous!

Many sects couldn't even produce one Imperial Martial Artist, showing how rare they were. The addition of an Imperial Martial Artist could instantly elevate a small, unknown sect to the ranks of the top sects.

At this moment, such a super powerhouse had appeared at the Han family. And it was likely someone from the Blazing Fire Sect!

The man was about fifty years old, but his appearance was far from impressive!

He wore a tattered coarse linen coat, was emaciated, had dark skin, and his hair was a mess, like a bird's nest, unclean for who knows how long. He held a blackened gourd bottle in his hand.

If it weren't for the aura and strength he displayed upon arrival, no one would have taken him for a martial artist; they would have thought he was a homeless old man!

Because of this, everyone looked at him with strange eyes. A super powerhouse dressed like this was both amusing and bizarre, and it seemed to ease the tension somewhat.

Standing in front of Wang Yan, the old man opened the gourd and took a big gulp of wine, smacking his lips. He squinted his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man from Donglin Mountain. His originally dull eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light, and he said arrogantly, "Ha ha ha... When did the Blazing Fire Sect's affairs become the business of Donglin Mountain? Can you discipline my disciple? Get lost!"

In a seemingly casual gesture, he waved his hand, and a terrifying wave of energy burst forth, forcing the Donglin Mountain man to retreat over ten meters before stabilizing himself!

His words and arrogant demeanor almost made everyone fall over. His words were truly domineering. More astonishing was his monstrous strength; with a casual wave, a Third Rank King Martial Artist was forced to retreat over ten meters. What kind of strength was that!

Only then did everyone realize he was Wang Yan's master. Indeed, the master and disciple were cut from the same cloth! Both were equally domineering, but the old man's appearance and his domineering words made him even more impressive.

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