What Kind of Nobody Are You?

Tang Tian looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a gloomy expression. A sharp force had already locked onto him.

"Lin Yichen's master? An elder of the Falling Star Sect?"

"Boy, you dared lay hands on a disciple of my Falling Star Sect. Are you courting death?" Murderous intent flickered in the middle-aged man's eyes. If Tang Tian's longsword had not been embedded in Lin Yichen's chest, making him wary of acting rashly, he would have struck with lethal force already.

"Mas... Master... Master... save... save me!" Seeing the newcomer, Lin Yichen stretched out a hand, seeking help.

The man was none other than Lin Yichen's master, Weng Yuan, an inner sect elder of the Falling Star Sect.

"Shut up, trash."

Weng Yuan did not truly care whether a disciple lived or died.

In this world, strength reigned supreme. If one's skills fell short, dying was nothing remarkable.

But Lin Yichen's death concerned the Falling Star Sect's reputation. If he simply died like this, would that not be telling the world that it did not matter if disciples of the Falling Star Sect were slain?

After all, the Falling Star Sect was the greatest sect in this region. Even the Heavenly Dragon Empire had to give it a wide berth.

Now, a mere boy had killed one of its disciples. Not only would he lose face, but the sect's honor would be dragged through the mud as well.

Lin Yichen's expression twisted in pain. He had never imagined that one day, he too would be called "trash."

Only now could he understand the pain Tang Tian had suffered when others had scorned him.

Nothing was more important than staying alive. So what if others called him trash?

"Courting death? Since when had your Falling Star Sect become so overbearing that it did not even distinguish right from wrong?"

Tang Tian sneered. The other party was merely an Early Soul-Emergence Realm cultivator. What was there to fear?

After all, his father, Tang Lingyun, was in the Middle Soul-Emergence Realm.

"How presumptuous! What right does a yellow-mouthed child like you have to pass judgment on my Falling Star Sect?"

Weng Yuan's face was icy.

"He and I fought a battle to the death. His skills were inferior, and I killed him. What kind of nobody are you? Running out here to yap and nag?"

Tang Tian snorted coldly, showing the other party no respect whatsoever.

The crowd erupted in an uproar.

None of them had expected Tang Tian to be so arrogant that he would not even place an elder of the Falling Star Sect in his eyes.

"You..."

Weng Yuan froze. He had not expected to be contradicted so bluntly by a Bone-Forging Realm youth today.

"Elder, please save my son! He is your disciple, after all!"

The moment Lin Changdong saw Weng Yuan appear, he immediately seized upon him like a drowning man clutching at a straw and shouted loudly.

"Silence!"

Weng Yuan gave a low shout. Did he need others to teach him how to handle matters?

"Th-this..."

Lin Changdong did not dare speak again. Weng Yuan was now the only one who could save his son.

"Boy, I will give you a chance to live. Release him."

Weng Yuan's face was grim. He had not taken Tang Tian and Lin Yichen's duel seriously at all, but the course of events had completely exceeded his expectations.

Tang Tian's expression was equally unpleasant. A Soul-Emergence Realm cultivator thought he could threaten him?

Since cultivating the Nine-Turn Heavenly Thunder Art, his temperament had gradually become somewhat domineering and unyielding. Faced with such threats, he was even less willing to compromise.

Besides, in his previous life, who had not given him three parts courtesy and a smiling face?

"Since this was a battle to the death, Lin Yichen, your skills were inferior, so do not dream of surviving. If I had lost, you would not have given me a chance to live either."

Tang Tian sneered, and Lin Yichen's expression abruptly changed.

"Master, save me! Save me!" Lin Yichen cried out in panic, but he had no chance left.

The Thunder Python Sword embedded in his chest suddenly erupted with lightning. Its destructive power instantly extinguished Lin Yichen's life force.

From beginning to end, Lin Yichen did not even have the chance to release his Life Soul. Just like that, he became dust of history, the first stepping stone in Tang Tian's rise.

"Brother Lin... Brother Lin is dead!" Qin Yuexi's face turned deathly pale. She had never imagined such an outcome even in her dreams. Her vision went black, and she was about to collapse.

Ye Ruxue remained indifferent. The outcome had long been within her expectations.

Lin Changdong's face was filled with grief and fury, his eyes bloodshot. Both of his sons had lost their lives within this past month.

A white-haired man sending off black-haired men.

Whether Lin Baoquan had died at Tang Tian's hands or not, Lin Yichen had truly died.

The hatred for both lives was now counted upon Tang Tian's head.

"Tang Lingyun, I will make everyone in your Tang Family accompany my sons in death!"

Consumed by rage, Lin Changdong no longer cared about the consequences. A terrifying aura instantly erupted from him as he took the lead in attacking Tang Lingyun.

"You... You deserve to die!"

The void trembled, and Weng Yuan's roar could be heard throughout Starfall City.

Tang Lingyun's expression changed. Weng Yuan was now closest to Tang Tian. If he made a move, no one would be able to save him.

At that moment, an indifferent voice rang out. "Elder Weng, this is Starfall City, not your Falling Star Sect."

"An Organs-Hiding Realm ant thinks that because he is the city lord, he can speak to me like this?"

Weng Yuan looked coldly at Jia Shiming, who had stepped in front of Tang Tian.

"The Falling Star Sect has guarded the Starfall Mountain Range, earning the world's admiration and respect. But that does not mean you should ignore right and wrong. As an elder, do you intend to ruin the Falling Star Sect's good name?" As the city lord, Jia Shiming naturally did not wish to see an elder of the Falling Star Sect run wild in Starfall City.

No matter what, this was still territory under the Heavenly Dragon Empire's jurisdiction. He could not shirk his responsibility.

"How I act is not for you to teach me. Get lost! Otherwise, do not blame me for refusing to give the Heavenly Dragon Empire any face."

Weng Yuan's expression was extremely ugly. Had everyone now become capable of looking down on the Falling Star Sect's authority?

If that was the case, then he would kill a chicken to scare the monkeys and let the world know that the Falling Star Sect could not be bullied!

"What? How exactly do you intend to deny face to my Heavenly Dragon Empire?"

At that moment, another voice appeared in the square.

A black figure flashed and appeared in the square. The newcomer had eyes like an eagle, sharp and fierce. Clad in black armor, he radiated a chilling killing intent.

"This subordinate greets the General!"

Jia Shiming hurriedly bowed.

"You did well. You need not interfere in what comes next."

The newcomer waved a hand, his gaze settling on Weng Yuan.

"The Falling Star Sect is indeed powerful, but it cannot run wild in Starfall City. Your Falling Star Sect's honor is important, but does that mean my Heavenly Dragon Empire's honor can be trampled beneath your feet? Get out of Starfall City. I can pretend I never saw this and give your Falling Star Sect some face."

The general's expression was cold as he waved his hand imperiously.

"Xing Zhan! You are merely responsible for garrisoning Starfall City. It is not your place to make decisions here, is it?"

Upon seeing the man, Weng Yuan's expression darkened further. Xing Zhan was a genuine Advanced Soul-Emergence Realm expert.

If they fought, Weng Yuan would not gain the slightest advantage.

Tang Tian silently put away the Thunder Python Sword, along with Lin Yichen's spatial storage pouch and the Azure Leaf Sword that had fallen to the ground.

What a joke. He had killed the man, so Lin Yichen's belongings were naturally spoils of war.

Weng Yuan saw Tang Tian's every movement. He was so enraged that he wanted nothing more than to slap Tang Tian to death.

"Do I need to repeat myself?"

Xing Zhan glanced at Tang Tian before looking back at Weng Yuan.

"Fine. Very fine. I will remember what happened today. Just you wait!"

Weng Yuan laughed from extreme anger, yet he did not dare make a move at all.

After hearing those words, Xing Zhan's eyes suddenly erupted with fierce killing intent. He shouted coldly, "Since you do not want to leave, then do not leave."

A longspear then appeared in his hand, and he thrust it toward Weng Yuan.