A Battle Between Two Families!

Rip~!

The giant hand was as fragile as tofu before that sword light. It was cleaved clean in two.

It then exploded in midair, scattering into a sky full of Spiritual Energy.

"Who?!"

Wang Jiuyin's expression changed drastically. He shot back a hundred yards and looked down in alarm and uncertainty.

In the Zhang Family's ranks stood a middle-aged man in a green robe, hands clasped behind his back. He slowly rose into the air.

He had a refined face and star-bright eyes. Not a trace of decline clung to him; instead, he brimmed with vitality as vast as the sea.

Behind him, a golden Nascent Soul Dharma Appearance shimmered faintly, its bearing solemn and majestic.

At the sight of that face, Wang Jiuyin's pupils shrank to pinpoints. He cried out in disbelief:

"Zhang... Zhang Tianzheng?!"

"Impossible! Weren't you on the brink of death?! How could you... how could you still have such vigorous blood and qi?!"

And it wasn't just Wang Jiuyin.

Every elder cultivator in the crowd who knew Zhang Tianzheng was stunned.

Where was the Zhang Family Old Ancestor from the rumors, gravely wounded and at death's door?

Could the middle-aged man before them, with blood and qi surging like a dragon and eyes shining with vigor, looking even decades younger than Wang Jiuyin, really be Zhang Tianzheng?!

"Sorry to disappoint you."

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

He looked at Wang Jiuyin's terrified face.

He smiled faintly, his eyes brimming with the霸气 of one who looked down upon the world.

"Not only am I still alive, I'm... doing better than you."

"Since you've broken the rules today, this old skeleton might as well use you to loosen up a little!"

"Die!"

With a furious shout, Zhang Tianzheng swung his sword again.

The strike looked ordinary, but it was astonishingly fast, aimed straight at Wang Jiuyin's face.

Wang Jiuyin's pupils constricted. He hadn't expected Zhang Tianzheng to act so decisively.

And how could the might of this sword come from a dying man kept alive by medicine?

He was clearly at the peak of his vitality!

"You old lunatic! You're asking for death!"

Wang Jiuyin screamed. His hands flew through a series of seals, and the Spiritual Energy swirling around him instantly condensed into a massive shield.

He tried to block the strike.

Rumble—!

The golden sword light slammed into the shield in midair.

There was no suspense. The shield held for less than half a breath before cracks spread across it.

Then it shattered with a deafening boom.

Zhang Tianzheng's momentum didn't falter. The lingering force of his Sword Qi slammed into the protective Spiritual Light over Wang Jiuyin's chest.

Pfft!

Wang Jiuyin grunted. Like a kite with its string cut, he flew backward and crashed into a hill behind him. Rocks burst outward as dust billowed into the air.

"Old Ancestor!"

Seeing this, Wang Lie was utterly horrified.

That was the Pillar of the Sky White Jade Pillar of the Wang Family, their invincible Nascent Soul Old Ancestor! How had Zhang Tianzheng sent him flying with just one move?

"Stop shouting. You're next!"

Below the Arena, Zhang Yunshan was also seething with murderous intent.

The fury he had suppressed for so long erupted all at once.

He spun around and shouted to the Zhang Family members behind him, who had long been waiting for the signal: "The Wang Family colluded with the Demonic Path and murdered their fellow cultivators. They've long since become wicked heretics! Today, our Zhang Family will uphold heaven's justice. Show no mercy!"

"Kill!!"

The Zhang Family members roared as one, their voices shaking the skies.

They charged straight into the Wang Family's ranks.

"Run!"

Two Wang Family Foundation Establishment cultivators tried to flee.

Zhang Yunshan snorted. He released the full pressure of a Golden Core cultivator.

With a sweep of his sleeve, two waves of Spiritual Power slammed out like heavy hammers.

Bang! Bang!

The two Wang Family cultivators, only at the Foundation Establishment Early Stage, didn't even have time to scream before their heads burst like watermelons, spraying blood and brains across the ground.

"Zhang Yunshan! Have you got a death wish?!"

Wang Lie watched his clansmen fall in an instant, eyes bloodshot. The Iron Gallbladder in his hand had already been crushed to powder.

He stopped holding back and summoned a blood-red longsword.

Trailing a dense stench of blood, it came crashing down toward Zhang Yunshan's head.

"Today, it's either you or me!"

Zhang Yunshan showed no fear. He summoned a Bronze Cauldron and sent it crashing into the blade's light.

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

In an instant, Sunset Island's Arena Competition turned into a brutal, all-out war between two families.

Spiritual light danced wildly, magical treasures flew through the air, and cries of battle mingled with screams of pain.

The surrounding sea became a Shura Field.

The Rogue Cultivators and smaller families who had come to watch had fled several miles away as soon as Wang Jiuyin made his move.

Now, watching the world-shaking turmoil on the island, they turned pale.

They were glad they had run fast, yet couldn't help craning their necks to watch.

"How can anyone say the Zhang Family has fallen? They're a tiger that's been pretending to sleep!"

At the very edge of the battlefield, Zhang Chen moved through the chaos as casually as if strolling through a garden.

"Dear Husband, where are we going?"

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

Zhang Chen looked through the crowd and fixed his gaze on Wang Teng, surrounded by a group of guards not far away.

"Capture the ringleader, and pull out the weeds by their roots."

"That Wang Teng was running his mouth earlier. I'll go send him on his way."

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