Wang Family Revenge? Stomped the Martial Arts Stage Flat

Li Wuyang's "inhumane generosity" at the auction had intimidated most people, but it had also thoroughly offended the petty Patriarch of the Wang Family. As the local power in Tiangong City, when had the Wang Family ever suffered such humiliation? Especially at the hands of an outsider.

A few days later, the Wang Family found an excuse, claiming a Qingyun Sect disciple had injured a Wang family member within the city. They demanded an explanation from the Qingyun Sect and specifically requested that "Senior Li" come forward to clarify.

This was clearly a trap. Qingyunzi, filled with worry, came to discuss it with Li Wuyang.

"Fellow Daoist Li, the Wang Family is powerful and has close ties with Tiangong Workshop. This matter will be difficult to resolve peacefully. Why don't I send some gifts to appease them and end this dispute?" Qingyunzi suggested a compromise.

Li Wuyang was amused. "Appease them? Why? If they want to pick a fight, then let's play along! I'm feeling a bit antsy anyway."

He was already bored in the Spiritual Stream Realm, with no one to spar with.

Seeing Li Wuyang's resolve, Qingyunzi had no choice but to brace himself and, along with several elders, headed to the Wang Family's residence in Tiangong City with Li Wuyang.

The Wang Family mansion was filled with a heavy atmosphere. The Patriarch of the Wang Family, Wang Bantian (his name was as imposing as his presence), sat at the head seat. Flanking him were the Wang Family elders and several invited deacons from Tiangong Workshop, clearly intending to exert pressure.

"Sect Master Qingyunzi, a disciple from your sect injured my clansman. If you don't provide a satisfactory explanation, don't blame the Wang Family for showing no mercy!" Wang Bantian attacked first, his demeanor ferocious.

Just as Qingyunzi was about to explain, Li Wuyang yawned and lazily interjected, "Wang Bantian, is it? Stop beating around the bush. You're just upset because you couldn't outbid me at the auction and want to pick a fight, right? Just say it, what do you want? Name your terms!"

Wang Bantian's intentions were exposed, and his old face flushed. He angrily declared, "Arrogant! Even if it wasn't about the auction, your disciple committing violence is a fact!"

"Where's the evidence?" Li Wuyang picked at his ear.

"My clansman saw it with their own eyes!"

"Oh, so your clansman's word is truth? Then I say you dislike me because you have a crush on me!" Li Wuyang began to argue nonsensically.

Pfft! Even one of the Qingyun Sect elders couldn't help but chuckle.

Wang Bantian trembled with rage, "You... you're twisting words!"

"Alright, alright," Li Wuyang waved his hand. "You just want a fight, right? Tell me, one-on-one or a group brawl? I'm in a hurry to get back and feed my son (Earth Doll)."

Wang Bantian sneered coldly, "Good! Since you're so confident, we'll do it by the rules of the cultivation world! We'll settle this with a duel! If you win, this matter is dropped! If you lose, you must apologize to my Wang Family and hand over what you obtained at the auction!"

"Agreed," Li Wuyang readily accepted. "Who's going first? You?"

Wang Bantian's cultivation was late-stage Golden Core (equivalent to Primordial World Nascent Soul), making him a formidable expert in the Spiritual Stream Realm. He had intended to fight himself, but wary of Li Wuyang's true strength, he gave a nod to a burly, imposing elder behind him. "Elder Wang Meng, go and experience Senior Li's impressive skills!"

Wang Meng, a mid-stage Golden Core body cultivator, possessed a powerful physique and immense strength. He was a renowned enforcer for the Wang Family.

The crowd moved to the Wang Family's martial arts arena. In the center stood a granite fighting stage reinforced with formations, making it incredibly sturdy.

Wang Meng leaped onto the stage, stretching his limbs with cracking sounds. He grinned menacingly, "Senior Li, please guide me!" He intended to overwhelm his opponent with sheer physical power.

Li Wuyang slowly walked onto the stage, glanced at Wang Meng, and then tapped the stage with his foot, muttering, "Is this stage sturdy? Hope it doesn't collapse later."

Wang Meng felt belittled and roared, his muscles bulging like a wild ox as he charged at Li Wuyang, unleashing a punch that carried a sharp gust of wind!

The Wang family members below the stage wore triumphant smiles, as if they could already see Li Wuyang being sent flying by the punch.

Li Wuyang sighed, appearing bored. He neither dodged nor channeled his energy. He simply... casually lifted his foot and gently stomped down.

Yes, it was like stepping on an ant, a gentle stomp.

The movement seemed incredibly slow, even somewhat... elegant?

However, the moment his sole touched the stage--

RUMBLE!!!!

The entire granite fighting stage, reinforced with formations, collapsed as if struck by a meteor! Centered on Li Wuyang's foot, it crumbled violently! Debris flew, and dust billowed!

Wang Meng, who was charging forward, felt the ground disappear beneath him. He lost his balance and plunged headfirst into the collapsed rubble, half his body buried, with only his legs twitching outside.

Meanwhile, Li Wuyang, at the instant the stage collapsed, had already floated gracefully to the intact ground beside it, dusting off nonexistent dirt from his robes.

Silence fell over the entire scene.

The smile on Wang Bantian's face froze, his eyes nearly popping out. The deacons from Tiangong Workshop gaped with their mouths open. The people from the Qingyun Sect were a mixture of shock and joy.

One foot... just one foot... had crushed a formation-reinforced fighting stage?! What kind of monstrous physical strength was this?!

Li Wuyang looked at Wang Meng struggling in the rubble and the stunned Wang Bantian, spreading his hands innocently. "See? What did I say? This stage wasn't sturdy enough, was it? Build a stronger one next time."

Wang Bantian's face turned from pale to green. He pointed at Li Wuyang, too enraged to speak. "You... you..."

"What about me?" Li Wuyang's expression turned cold. An Earth Immortal-level pressure instantly erupted, enveloping the entire Wang Family mansion! "A bet is a bet! If anyone else is unconvinced, come at me together! I'm in a hurry!"

Feeling the terrifying pressure, like that of a primordial beast, Wang Bantian and all the Wang family members were instantly drenched in cold sweat. Their legs turned weak, and they didn't dare to breathe heavily! They finally understood that the person before them was someone they absolutely could not afford to offend!

"Senior... please calm your anger! It was I who was blind! I offended Senior! This matter... this matter is dropped! Dropped!" Wang Bantian, terrified, quickly bowed and admitted his mistake, his previous arrogance completely gone.

Li Wuyang snorted coldly, retracted his pressure, and said to Qingyunzi, "Sect Master, let's go. The business is concluded."

With that, he didn't even bother to glance at the Wang family members and turned to leave. The Wang family was left looking at each other, on the verge of tears. Not only had they failed to regain their lost face, but they had also lost their fighting stage. What a colossal loss!

After this incident, Li Wuyang's fearsome reputation... no, his prestigious reputation, spread throughout the Spiritual Stream Realm. Everyone knew that in the back mountains of the Qingyun Sect lived a formidable individual who liked to use his feet to reason, and he was absolutely not to be provoked!