Two Families Brawl!

Rip—!

That enormous hand, before this sword light, was as fragile as tofu, split cleanly in two from the middle.

Then it exploded in midair, scattering into Spiritual Energy across the sky.

"Who?!"

Wang Jiuyin's face shifted dramatically. His figure shot back a hundred zhang, staring down in shock and uncertainty.

From the Zhang Family camp, a middle-aged man in a cyan long robe rose slowly into the air, hands clasped behind his back.

His features were refined and scholarly, his eyes like stars. There was no trace of decay about him; instead, he radiated a surging, ocean-like vitality.

Behind him, a faint golden Nascent Soul Dharma Appearance flickered into view, solemn and majestic.

Seeing that face, Wang Jiuyin's pupils shrank to pinpricks. He let out a shrill cry:

"Zh... Zhang Tianzheng?!"

"Impossible! Weren't you about to die?! How... how can you still have this much life force?!"

It wasn't just Wang Jiuyin.

Every elder cultivator present who recognized Zhang Tianzheng was dumbfounded.

Where was the rumored Zhang Family Old Ancestor, grievously wounded and on the verge of death?

This middle-aged man before them, with vitality like a dragon, radiant and spirited, even looking decades younger than Wang Jiuyin—was this really that Zhang Tianzheng?!

"Sorry to disappoint you."

Zhang Tianzheng stood in the void, his robes snapping in the wind.

He looked at Wang Jiuyin, whose face was full of terror.

A faint smile crossed his lips, his eyes carrying a domineering arrogance that swept the world.

"This old man not only didn't die, but... I'm living better than you."

"Since you broke the rules today, these old bones might as well use you to loosen up!"

"Die!"

With a thunderous roar, Zhang Tianzheng swung his sword once more.

This strike seemed utterly ordinary, yet it was impossibly fast, aimed straight at Wang Jiuyin's face.

Wang Jiuyin's pupils contracted sharply. He never expected Zhang Tianzheng to be so decisive.

And the power of this sword—how could it belong to a dying man kept alive by medicine?

He was clearly at the peak of his vitality!

"You mad old fool! You're asking for death!"

Wang Jiuyin shrieked, his hands forming seals frantically. The Spiritual Energy swirling around him instantly condensed into a massive shield.

He tried to block the blow.

Boom—!

The golden sword light and the shield collided violently in midair.

There was no suspense. The shield held for less than half a breath before cracking inch by inch.

Then it exploded into pieces.

Zhang Tianzheng's momentum didn't falter. The residual Sword Qi pressed on, slamming heavily into the Body Protection Spiritual Light on Wang Jiuyin's chest.

Pfft!

Wang Jiuyin let out a muffled groan. His entire body flew backward like a broken kite, crashing heavily into a small hill behind him. Stones flew, dust billowed.

"Old Ancestor!"

Wang Lie's liver and gall split at the sight.

That was their Wang Family's Pillar of the Sky White Jade Pillar, their invincible Nascent Soul Old Ancestor. How could he be sent flying by Zhang Tianzheng in a single exchange?

"Stop yelling. You're next!"

Below the Arena, Zhang Yunshan's killing intent was boiling over.

The anger he had suppressed for so long erupted completely in that moment.

He spun around and roared at the Zhang Family clan members, who had long been poised to strike: "The Wang Family colludes with the Demonic Path, murders fellow disciples, and has long since fallen to evil! Today, my Zhang Family acts in Heaven's stead—no mercy!"

"Kill!!"

The Zhang Family roared in unison, their voices shaking the clouds.

They plunged straight into the Wang Family's ranks.

"Run!"

Two Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Wang Family saw this and tried to flee.

Zhang Yunshan snorted coldly, releasing the full pressure of a Golden Core cultivator without restraint.

He swept his sleeve, and two surges of dense spiritual power blasted out like heavy hammers.

Bam! Bam!

Those two Wang Family cultivators at only Foundation Establishment Early Stage didn't even have time to scream before their heads burst like watermelons, splattering red and white across the ground.

"Zhang Yunshan! You've got a death wish!"

Wang Lie stared at his fallen clan members, eyes bloodshot, the Iron Gallbladder in his hand already crushed to powder.

He held nothing back, summoning a blood-red long blade.

Wreathed in thick bloodlust, it came slashing down at Zhang Yunshan's head.

"Today, either you die, or I do!"

Zhang Yunshan stood unafraid, summoning a Bronze Cauldron to meet the blade's light head-on.

Golden Core against Golden Core, Nascent Soul against Nascent Soul.

In an instant, the entire Sunset Island shifted from an Arena Competition into a deathmatch between two families.

Spiritual light danced wildly, artifacts flew everywhere, and the sounds of battle cries and screams wove together.

Dyeing this stretch of sea into a Shura Field.

The scattered cultivators and Small Families who had been watching from afar had already fled several li away the moment Wang Jiuyin made his move.

Now, watching the earth-shattering chaos on the island, their faces were pale.

They were both relieved they had run fast and couldn't help craning their necks to watch.

"This Zhang Family isn't in decline at all—they're clearly a sleeping tiger pretending to be tame!"

And at the very edge of the battlefield, Zhang Chen moved as if strolling through a garden.

Weaving through the chaotic crowd.

"Husband, where are we going?"

Beside him, Lin Qingxue flicked her sword and sent a Qi Refining Great Perfection cultivator flying, asking in a low voice.

Zhang Chen's gaze cut through the crowd, landing on Wang Teng, who was surrounded by a group of guards not far away.

"Capture the chief to subdue the bandits; pull the roots to kill the weeds."

"That Wang Teng was cursing pretty loudly just now. I'll see him off."

At this moment, Wang Teng was hiding behind the crowd, his face deathly pale.