Xiantian

Within the family register, Yun Jiang took in everything on the square through Yun Ji's eyes.

After the game began, his senses far surpassed what they had once been, far sharper than Yun Ji's as a Xiantian martial artist.

He could see through every person's breathing, heartbeat, even the strength of their qi and blood as clearly as fire in broad daylight.

"Interesting."

Yun Jiang's attention settled on a private room on the second floor of Wangjiang Tower not far away.

Several auras were gathered there, and one of them was especially powerful—far beyond any Xiantian realm martial artist.

"Looks like today's matter is far more complicated than I imagined," Yun Jiang thought.

The more complicated, the better. Otherwise, how boring would that be? When watching a show, of course the more thrilling it was, the better.

Yun Jiang was now merely a player within the family register and could not interfere with matters outside.

Below the arena, a vicious smile appeared on Zhang Qiaoshan's gaunt face.

He nodded to Ning Wuhui beside him. "Wuhui, you go up too. Let them see what a true genius is!"

"Yes, Master."

Ning Wuhui answered, then sprang into the air. Like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit, he landed lightly on the arena and stood firmly opposite Yun Long.

The two stood three zhang apart, their gazes meeting.

In an instant, the air grew several degrees tenser.

"Lingyue Martial Arts School, Yun Long!"

Yun Long clasped his fists, his voice ringing loud and full.

He was built like a bear, and simply standing there, he possessed the imposing presence of an abyssal pool and towering mountain.

"Zhang Martial Arts School, Ning Wuhui."

Ning Wuhui's voice was much colder, carrying an icy warning that strangers should keep their distance.

His gaze was sharp as an eagle's as he sized Yun Long up and down, seemingly trying to see straight through him.

Before his words had even faded, Ning Wuhui moved!

With a tap of his foot, he shot forward like a ghost. His five fingers curled into claws, striking straight for Yun Long's face!

He was so fast that people's eyes could barely follow!

"So fast!"

Someone below the arena cried out.

Yun Long's pupils contracted slightly, but he showed no panic.

Rather than retreat, he advanced. His right hand clenched into a fist, and he threw out a simple punch!

There was no flashy technique in this punch, only an indomitable, tyrannical force!

Bang!

Fist and claw collided with a dull thud.

Ning Wuhui felt an immense force surge from his opponent's fist. His tiger's mouth went numb, and he involuntarily slid two steps back.

His expression changed drastically, and his eyes filled with shock and suspicion as he looked at Yun Long.

"Xiantian realm!"

A towering wave surged through Ning Wuhui's heart!

This Yun Long was actually in the Xiantian realm too!

That claw strike had only been a probe, but he had still used seventy percent of his strength. An ordinary Body Tempering Realm martial artist would have been gravely wounded even if they did not die.

Yet Yun Long had taken it head-on—and even sent him reeling back!

"What?!"

"Two... both of them are in the Xiantian realm?"

"Oh my heavens! Since when did Nanshan Town produce two Xiantian experts under twenty?"

"This... how is that possible?!"

The area beneath the arena fell deathly silent, before thunderous cries erupted like mountains calling and seas roaring!

"Xiantian! Yun Long is Xiantian too!"

"Good heavens! Two Xiantian realm martial artists under twenty! This is going to turn the world upside down!"

"Did Nanshan Town's ancestral graves start smoking?"

"This has to be fake! Am I dreaming?"

A burly man viciously pinched his own thigh. Only when the pain made him bare his teeth in agony did he dare believe what was before him.

Li Pinghu's mouth hung open, his eyes round as saucers. The wine gourd in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, spilling wine everywhere, but he did not notice at all.

He... he, he, he... Since when had that brat A-Long become Xiantian too?!

That bastard Old Yun had hidden it far too well!

Surprise—an enormous surprise—erupted like a flash flood and instantly drowned Li Pinghu.

He only felt his hot blood rush straight to his head. He trembled all over in excitement, nearly jumping up on the spot.

"Good! Good kid! Hahahaha!"

Li Pinghu threw back his head and laughed, his voice brimming with pride and wild joy.

On the other side, Zhang Qiaoshan's smug smile froze instantly, turning livid.

It was as if someone had dumped a basin of ice water over his head, chilling him from head to toe.

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Ning Wuhui was a genius he had searched so hard to find. How could some Yun Long who had appeared out of nowhere stand toe-to-toe with him?

"Master..."

The disciples of Zhang Martial Arts School were equally dumbfounded, staring at the two on the arena in disbelief.

Li Lingyue covered her little mouth. Her beautiful eyes were first filled with shock, then with boundless joy and pride.

Brother Yun Long... he had actually broken through to Xiantian too!

She knew it. She knew Brother Yun Long was the best!

Inside the private room of Wangjiang Tower.

The jade cup in Fang Yuanhua's hand cracked with a snap as he crushed a fissure into it.

The laziness vanished from his handsome face, replaced by deep astonishment and a trace of excitement.

"Elder Mu, are you sure you didn't see wrong?"

Elder Mu's expression was grave as well. He nodded. "Your Highness, this old servant could never be mistaken. Yun Long is indeed in the Xiantian realm, and... the refinement of his true qi is several degrees greater than even the Xiantian realm techniques of the imperial household!"

"Interesting. Truly interesting," Fang Yuanhua said.

On the arena, Ning Wuhui stared at Yun Long with gloomy eyes.

He could never have imagined that this unknown hunter's boy was also Xiantian!

"Interesting."

Ning Wuhui's voice grew three parts colder, carrying an eerie killing intent.

He no longer held back. True qi raced wildly through his body, and his figure suddenly blurred, his speed more than twice what it had been before!

"Mad Demon Leg!"

Someone below the arena cried out.

Mad Demon Leg was precisely the inherited technique of the Zhang Martial Arts School!

Ning Wuhui transformed into an afterimage, kicking up fierce gusts. Green light flickered from his claws—it was the supreme skill he had acquired through a fortuitous encounter, Wind Eagle Claw!

Layer upon layer of claw shadows struck out, tricky and vicious, targeting every vital point across Yun Long's body!

"Good timing!"

Yun Long shouted and advanced instead of retreating.

Golden Bodhidharma Muscle-Tendon Classic true qi surged through him, and a heavy, tyrannical aura burst forth.

Dong!

With a dull boom, a solid pale-golden barrier instantly appeared around Yun Long's body, like the phantom image of a massive bronze bell turned upside down, protecting him within.

Golden Bell Shield!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Ning Wuhui's sharp claws struck the golden barrier, producing the ring of clashing metal as sparks flew in every direction!

The invincible Wind Eagle Claw could not even shake the barrier in the slightest!

"What?!"

Ning Wuhui was horrified, and his assault stalled.

What the hell was this turtle shell?!

He could feel it: Yun Long's true qi was far superior to his own. That golden true qi carried a majestic, inviolable authority!

Yun Long grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

His first battle in the Xiantian realm was indeed exhilarating!

He had only just begun practicing Golden Bell Shield, yet it already held such power. The inheritance bestowed by the Ancestor was damn incredible!

He did not rush to counterattack. He simply let Ning Wuhui go mad, with claw shadows and leg shadows filling the sky as they continuously bombarded the Golden Bell Shield.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Powerful qi shot in all directions across the arena, while dull impacts rang without end.

The longer Ning Wuhui fought, the more alarmed and stifled he became.

He felt as though he were trying to bite through a red-hot branding iron—not only did it scorch his mouth, he could not bite through the damn thing!

That kid Yun Long simply stood there beneath his Golden Bell Shield, smiling at him with eyes full of mockery.

This brat was using him to practice!

Or rather, he was waiting for Ning Wuhui to exhaust his strength!

The spectators below watched with their eyes wide and tongues tied.

"This... Yun Long's defense is way too monstrous, isn't it?!"

"Ning Wuhui's attacks are so fierce, yet he can't break through his defense?"

Li Pinghu's face was flushed red with excitement. His large hands were clenched so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.

"Good kid! Good kid! Hahahaha!"

Right now, he found Yun Long even dearer than a biological son!

Zhang Qiaoshan's old face alternated between green and white, looking utterly terrible.

He had never imagined that Ning Wuhui, on whom he had placed such high hopes, would be forced into such a predicament!

Time passed bit by bit.

Ning Wuhui's offensive gradually slowed, and his breathing grew heavy.

Sweat covered his forehead, and more than half the true qi within his body had been depleted.

Wind Eagle Claw remained fierce, but its speed and power were clearly no match for before.

Now!

A sharp gleam flashed through Yun Long's eyes.

With the Golden Bell Shield around him, he suddenly stepped forward. Even the ground shook!

His right hand formed a fist as golden true qi gathered. A plain and unadorned Arhat Fist struck straight at the enemy's heart!

This punch looked simple, yet it contained a terrifying force capable of shattering mountains and severing peaks!

Ning Wuhui's expression changed dramatically. He wanted to dodge, but he was a beat too slow, and his true qi was also running short.

In his haste, he could only cross his claws before his chest to block.

Bang!

A tremendous explosion rang out!

Ning Wuhui felt an irresistible force crash into him. His arms erupted in pain, and it felt as if his bones were about to break!

Like a kite with its string cut, he was blasted straight away. He fell from the arena with a thud, spat out an arrow of blood, and turned pale as paper. After struggling a few times, he still could not stand.

He was badly hurt!