Nangong's Rage, Young Master Arrives?

Central Continent, amidst the mountains.

Unbroken palaces and pavilions, all roofed with crimson gold glazed tiles, flaunted the family's nobility like a nouveau riche.

The unactivated protective grand formation hung like a massive bowl, inverted over the entire Nangong Family, with the roar of fire dragons echoing, intimidating all directions.

This was the renowned Nangong Family of Central Continent, a first-rate clan with ten thousand years of heritage and profound foundations.

The Nangong Family was famed throughout the world for its fire techniques; its members were naturally attuned to flames, cultivating domineering arts that could burn heaven and destroy earth, holding a lofty status in Central Continent.

At this moment, within the core area of the Nangong Family, inside a grand palace called the "Sky Burning Hall," the atmosphere was unusually oppressive.

The Sky Burning Hall was the Nangong Family's critical meeting place, opened only for major clan decisions.

In the very center of the hall stood a massive Sky Burning Furnace, its surface carved with ancient flame runes, radiating a scorching aura that made hearts tremble.

Within the furnace burned not ordinary fire, but the "Sky Burning True Fire," passed down through generations of the Nangong Family. It was said this flame originated from a meteorite from beyond the heavens, tainted by the karma of the Great Dao, possessing the terrifying power to incinerate all realms.

At that moment, the Sky Burning True Fire burned slowly, its crimson flames leaping, casting the faces of those in the hall into even sterner relief.

Flanking both sides of the hall were dozens of crimson gold seats, forged from precious Fire Marrow Crystal Stones, emitting a faint warmth.

Seated upon them were the core elders of the Nangong Family, along with some highly esteemed clan seniors, each with a deep aura and faint flames swirling around them.

Over half were Saint Realm experts!

Now, these usually dignified Nangong Family elders sat in silence, their expressions grim.

At the head of the hall, a larger crimson gold throne carved with five fire dragons stood empty, yet all eyes were fixed on a shadowy area behind it, as if a peerless ferocious beast lurked there, about to awaken.

Silence, a deathly silence, spread through the Sky Burning Hall, suffocating all who breathed.

Finally, this suffocating stillness was broken by hurried footsteps.

A Nangong family guard in a fiery red battle armor rushed into the hall in panic, dropped to one knee, and reported with a trembling voice: "Reporting to the elders, an urgent message has arrived from the Eastern Wasteland Domain!"

"Speak." An elder with white hair and a flame mark on his brow frowned and said in a deep voice.

The guard took a deep breath, struggling to calm his fear, and spoke rapidly: "It has been confirmed: the Soul Lamps of Young Master Yan and the Ninth Elder have gone out! Not only that, but all our clan disciples who went to the Eastern Wasteland... have also perished, none survived!"

"What?!"

The moment the guard's words fell, a storm erupted in the Sky Burning Hall. All the Nangong Family elders changed color, the oppressive atmosphere instantly replaced by shock and fury.

"What did you say?" The elder who had spoken earlier shot to his feet, his hair and beard bristling, eyes wide with disbelief, his voice cracking.

A Soul Lamp was refined from a cultivator's own Essence Blood and soul, directly tied to their life. A lamp going out meant the cultivator had fallen!

Nangong Lie, the Ninth Elder of the Nangong Family, a Saint Realm expert renowned even in Central Continent, had actually died in the Eastern Wasteland. This was beyond belief for every Nangong clansman present.

Not to mention that Nangong Yan, the younger brother of the Nangong Family's young master, had also fallen!

Had the Eastern Wasteland Domain grown tired of living?

"Impossible! This is impossible!" An elder cried out in shock, his face pale. "Weren't Young Master Yan and the Ninth Elder sent to the Eastern Wasteland to handle the marriage contract with the Mu Family? How could anyone in that barbaric land threaten the Ninth Elder?"

"Indeed, the Ninth Elder is a Saint Realm expert. Across the entire Eastern Wasteland Domain, how many could match him? Could it be some accident?" Another elder frowned, his tone grave.

Feeling the suppressed fury of the elders in the hall, the guard trembled even more violently. He quickly added: "Reporting to the elders, the news came from the Eastern Xuan Academy. It is said... it is said that Young Master Yan and the Ninth Elder were both killed by a single palm strike from a youth at the Eastern Xuan Academy!"

"A youth? A single palm strike?!"

The guard's words were like oil on fire, instantly igniting the rage of every Nangong Family elder in the Sky Burning Hall.

Such a brutal death turned their initial shock into pure fury!

"Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!"

"The Eastern Xuan Academy has some nerve! How dare they kill someone from the Nangong Family? They don't know their place!"

"A mere academy from the Eastern Wasteland dares to be so arrogant? Do they think the Nangong Family has no one left?!"

Roars and bellows echoed through the Sky Burning Hall, shaking the entire palace as if a volcano were about to erupt.

Just then, an ice-cold voice, like frost, instantly suppressed the uproar, sending a chill from everyone's feet to the tops of their heads.

"Enough!"

The voice was not loud, but it carried a bone-chilling pressure, as if from the deepest hell, silencing the raging elders instantly.

All eyes turned to the shadowy area behind the Sky Burning Throne.

There, darkness receded like a tide, and a tall, straight figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

It was a young man in a Purple Gold War Robe, around twenty years old, with handsome, chiseled features and an innate nobility in his brow. His eyes were deep, devoid of any emotion.

Around him, purple flames flickered faintly, beautiful yet dangerous, radiating a suffocating pressure.

The young master of the Nangong Family, Nangong Huo!

Nangong Huo, the eldest son of the current Nangong Family head, possessed peerless talent and unfathomable cultivation. He was hailed as a once-in-a-millennium prodigy of the Nangong Family and the future heir.

He usually kept to himself, focused on cultivation, rarely appearing in public, but his name thundered through Central Continent.

The two hundred and fiftieth-ranked young prodigy on the [Heavenly Pride Ranking's Earth Ranking]!

Nangong Huo stepped out of the shadows, his gaze sweeping the hall with icy coldness. The once-boisterous Sky Burning Hall instantly fell into dead silence, so quiet that a dropped needle could be heard.

All the elders of the Nangong Family bowed their heads in reverence, not daring to meet the young master's sharp edge.

"Report the full details of the incident." Nangong Huo's voice remained frigid, devoid of any emotion, carrying an irresistible authority.

The guard kneeling on the ground, feeling the terrifying pressure radiating from the young master, trembled even more violently. He hurriedly relayed the news from Eastern Xuan Academy, reporting everything to Nangong Huo in full detail.

As the guard spoke, Nangong Huo's face grew darker, the purple flames in his eyes leaping violently, as if they would burn heaven and earth to ashes.

His own younger brother had fallen in that barbaric land!

After the guard finished his report, the Sky Burning Hall sank into an even deeper silence, more oppressive than before.

Nangong Huo stood there silently, his aura suppressed to an extreme.

After a long while, Nangong Huo finally spoke, his voice as cold as if it came from the Nine Nether Cold Pool. "Eastern Xuan Academy... Mu Qingxue, and that beastly brat..."

Every word seemed to be squeezed through clenched teeth, dripping with bone-chilling murderous intent.

"Good! Very good!" Nangong Huo laughed in fury. "Mere ants from the Eastern Wasteland Domain dare to kill members of my Nangong Family? Truly... audacious beyond measure!"

"Young master, calm your anger!" An elder quickly stepped forward, bowing as he advised, "There must be something unusual about this. Eastern Xuan Academy barely qualifies as a first-rate power—how could it possibly produce such an outrageously talented disciple? Should we not deliberate on the matter behind this?"

"Deliberate?" Nangong Huo sneered, his eyes filled with mockery and rage. "Was it your brother who died, my Seventh Elder?"

The Seventh Elder was left speechless by Nangong Huo's retort, his face flushing red as he dared not say another word.

"Enough talk!" Nangong Huo waved his hand, his tone icy. "No matter the reason, anyone involved in harming Yan'er must die without exception!"

"Fine, an Eastern Xuan Academy, and the Mu Family... I will personally go to the Eastern Wasteland Domain, bring back the one who killed my blood brother, and offer him as a sacrifice to Yan'er's spirit in heaven!" Nangong Huo's voice was resolute, leaving no room for doubt.

"The young master is wise!" Hearing that Nangong Huo would personally head to the Eastern Wasteland Domain, the Nangong Family elders in the Sky Burning Hall perked up with renewed vigor.

Nangong Huo's talent and strength went without saying—even among the top powers of the Central Continent, he would be groomed as a Core Disciple, let alone the immense prestige he held within the clan!

With the young master personally taking charge, what was a mere Eastern Xuan Academy worth?

"Pass down the order. Prepare immediately. In three days, I will personally lead the clan's elite to the Eastern Wasteland Domain!" Nangong Huo's gaze was icy, his tone grim. "I will make those barbarians of the Eastern Wasteland Domain understand the price of provoking my Nangong Family!"

"As you command!"

Within the Sky Burning Hall, the Nangong Family elders answered in unison, their momentum soaring as if they could already see the collapse of Eastern Xuan Academy.

Soon, the Nangong Family began to mobilize. Clan members bustled about, deploying troops and gathering supplies. The entire Nangong Family was shrouded in an atmosphere of grim slaughter.

A cataclysmic storm aimed at Eastern Xuan Academy was about to sweep in!

And at this very moment, within Eastern Xuan Academy, a broken Life Tablet in Xuanyuan Che's hand suddenly flickered a few times.

"Starting to make moves already? That was fast."