Xiantian

Within the Family Genealogy, Yun Jiang took in everything on the plaza through Yun Ji's eyes.

After the game started, his senses far surpassed his previous ones, far more acute than Yun Ji's, a Xiantian martial artist.

He could see through everyone's breathing, heartbeats, and even the strength of their Blood Essence as if they were laid bare.

"Interesting."

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

There were several presences there, one of which was particularly powerful, far beyond that of a Xiantian realm martial artist.

"It seems today's affair is much more complicated than I imagined," Yun Jiang thought.

The more complicated, the better. Otherwise, it would be so boring. When watching a show, of course, the more exciting, the better.

Yun Jiang was currently just a player within the Family Genealogy and could not interfere with outside matters.

Below the stage, Zhang Qiaoshan's gaunt face revealed a sinister smile.

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

"Yes, Master."

Ning Wuhui responded, his body shot forward like an eagle pouncing on a rabbit, landing lightly on the stage and standing steadily opposite Yun Long.

The two were separated by thirty feet, their gazes meeting.

In an instant, the air grew tense.

"Lingyue Martial Arts School, Yun Long!"

Yun Long cupped his fists, his voice loud and full of vigor.

His build was imposing; just standing there exuded a presence as stable as a mountain.

"Zhang Martial Arts School, Ning Wuhui."

Ning Wuhui's voice was much colder, carrying a chilling aura that warned others to keep their distance.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's as he scrutinized Yun Long, as if trying to see through him.

Before his words even fell, Ning Wuhui moved!

He tapped his foot, his body darting forward like a phantom, his five fingers forming a claw, aiming directly for Yun Long's face!

The speed was so fast it made one's eyes blur!

"So fast!"

Someone below the stage exclaimed.

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

Instead of retreating, he advanced, clenching his right fist and throwing a simple punch!

This punch had no fancy moves, but it carried an unstoppable dominance!

"Bang!"

Fist and claw met, emitting a dull thud.

Ning Wuhui felt a tremendous force coming from the opponent's fist, his tiger's mouth went numb, and his body involuntarily slid back two steps.

His expression changed drastically, and his gaze towards Yun Long was filled with shock.

"Xiantian realm!"

A monstrous wave surged in Ning Wuhui's heart!

This Yun Long was actually also in the Xiantian realm!

Although his claw strike was a probing attack, he had used seventy percent of his strength. An ordinary Body Tempering Realm martial artist would either be dead or severely injured.

But Yun Long had blocked it head-on and even repelled him!

"What?!"

"Two... both are Xiantian realm?"

"My heavens! When did Nanshan Town produce two Xiantian experts under the age of twenty!"

"This... how is this possible!"

The area below the stage fell into dead silence, followed by an eruption of earth-shattering exclamations!

"Xiantian! Yun Long is also Xiantian!"

"Good grief! Two Xiantian realm experts under twenty! This is going to shake things up!"

"Has Nanshan Town's ancestral grave started smoking?"

"This is fake! Am I dreaming?"

A burly man pinched his thigh hard, grimacing in pain, before he dared to believe the reality before him.

Li Pinghu's mouth hung open, his eyes wide as saucers. The wine gourd in his hand clattered to the ground, spilling its contents everywhere, yet he remained oblivious.

He... he he he... When did Ah Long get to the Xiantian realm too?!

That old bastard Yun hides too deep!

The surprise, a huge surprise, washed over Li Pinghu like a mountain flood, instantly submerging him.

He felt a surge of hot blood rush to his head, trembling with excitement, almost jumping up on the spot.

"Good! Good kid! Hahahaha!"

Li Pinghu burst into laughter, his voice filled with pride and wild joy.

On the other side, the smug smile on Zhang Qiaoshan's face froze instantly, turning ashen.

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

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Ning Wuhui was a genius he had painstakingly found, how could some Yun Long suddenly appear and contend with him?

"Master..."

The disciples of the Zhang Martial Arts School were also dumbfounded, looking at the two on the stage with disbelief.

Li Lingyue covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes first showing shock, then filling 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 a private room at "Wangjiang Tower".

Fang Yuanhua's jade cup in his hand cracked with a "snap" as he squeezed it.

The lazy look vanished from his handsome face, replaced by deep astonishment and a hint of excitement.

"Elder Mu, you're not mistaken?"

Elder Mu's expression was also solemn as he nodded, "Replying to Your Highness, this old servant would never mistake. This Yun Long is indeed in the Xiantian realm, and... his True Qi is even more refined than that of the imperial family's Xiantian realm cultivation method!"

"Interesting, truly interesting!" Fang Yuanhua said.

On the stage, Ning Wuhui's eyes were sinister as he stared intently at Yun Long.

He never imagined that this unknown hunter kid was also Xiantian!

"A bit interesting."

Ning Wuhui's voice grew colder by three points, carrying a chilling killing intent.

He no longer held back, his internal True Qi circulated wildly, and his figure suddenly blurred, his speed more than doubled from before!

"Mad Demon Leg!"

Someone below the stage exclaimed.

The Mad Demon Leg was a legacy of the Zhang family's martial arts school!

Ning Wuhui transformed into an afterimage, stirring up gusts of wind, his claws emitting a green glow, precisely his prized skill obtained by chance – the Wind Eagle Claw!

Claw shadows overlapped, tricky and vicious, aiming directly for Yun Long's vital points!

"Well done!"

Yun Long shouted, advancing instead of retreating.

The golden Bodhidharma Muscle-Tendon Classic True Qi surged within him, and a heavy, domineering aura erupted.

"Thud!"

With a muffled sound, a layer of condensed, light-golden protective shield instantly appeared on Yun Long's body, like the phantom of an inverted great bell, shielding him completely.

Golden Bell Shield!

"Clang clang clang!"

Ning Wuhui's sharp claws struck the golden shield, emitting a sound like metal clashing, sparks flying!

The Wind Eagle Claw, which could break anything, couldn't even shake the shield in the slightest!

"What?!"

Ning Wuhui was greatly alarmed, his attack faltering.

What kind of turtle shell was this?!

He could feel that Yun Long's True Qi quality was far superior to his own, and that golden True Qi carried a majestic, inviolable aura!

Yun Long grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

His first battle in the Xiantian realm was indeed exhilarating!

This Golden Bell Shield, even though he had just learned it, was already so powerful. The legacy bestowed by the Ancestor was awesome!

He wasn't in a hurry to counterattack, letting Ning Wuhui attack like a madman, his claw shadows and leg shadows flying everywhere, constantly bombarding the Golden Bell Shield.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

On the stage, energy shot out in all directions, and muffled thuds continued.

Ning Wuhui grew more alarmed and more frustrated with every blow he landed.

He felt like he was trying to gnaw on a red-hot branding iron; not only was it burning his mouth, but he couldn't bite through it for the life of him!

That kid Yun Long just stood there, his Golden Bell Shield up, smiling at him with pure mockery in his eyes.

This kid was using him to practice his moves!

Or rather, waiting for him to exhaust himself!

The crowd below watched, dumbfounded.

"This... this Yun Long's defense is too monstrous!"

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

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

"Good kid! Good kid! Hahahaha!"

He looked at Yun Long now with more affection than he felt for his own son!

Zhang Qiaoshan's old face shifted from ashen to pale, looking utterly miserable.

He never imagined that Ning Wuhui, on whom he had placed so much hope, would end up in such a predicament!

Time ticked by.

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

Sweat beaded on his forehead, and more than half of the True Qi within him had been depleted.

His Wind Eagle Claw was still sharp, but its speed and power were clearly not what they had been before.

Now!

A sharp glint flashed in Yun Long's eyes.

He took a step forward, still shielded by the Golden Bell Shield, and the ground trembled!

He clenched his right fist, gathering golden True Qi, and launched a simple, unadorned Arhat Fist straight for the enemy's core!

This punch, though seemingly straightforward, contained a terrifying power capable of shattering mountains and breaking the earth!

Ning Wuhui's expression changed drastically. He wanted to dodge, but he was a beat too slow, and his True Qi was also faltering.

In his haste, he could only cross his claws in front of his chest to block.

"Bang!"

A deafening sound!

Ning Wuhui felt an irresistible force surge through him. His arms throbbed with pain, his bones feeling as if they would shatter!

He was sent flying like a kite with its string cut, falling off the stage with a "thump." He spat out a stream of blood, his face ashen. After a few struggles, he couldn't get back up.

He was badly injured!