Li Xiao fell down first, and his back hit the muddy ground in the center of the square. The mud splashed up half a foot high. He couldn't get up after holding on for two times, his face was buried in the muddy water, his shoulders were shrugged and he was panting.
Mo Ya then hit the edge of the square, and his back hit a stone pillar. The stone pillar cracked a crack in the middle. He slipped and fell to the ground, vomiting a large mouthful of blood, which dyed the front of Gray Wolf's leather cloak dark brown.
Sikong Yi fell from mid-air and stepped on the muddy water. When he landed, his knees bent a bit and he supported the ground to keep from kneeling down. He took two breaths before straightening up.
He stood between Li Xiao and Mo Ya, his chest heaving violently, the look of defeat on his face was more than twice as heavy as before the beating, his lips were black, and there was a layer of cold sweat on his forehead.
Secret Method is running rampant in the body, and the cultivation level is rising, but Meridians seems to be pierced by countless fine needles, and every breath brings a dull pain squeezed out of the chest.
He held on without revealing it, lowered his head and looked at Li Xiao lying on the left, and then at Mo Ya leaning against the base of the stone pillar on the right.
"I asked you if you wanted to eat, and you said beat me." He said, his voice hoarse and breathy, "Now that the beat is over. I'll ask you again, do you want to eat or not?"
Li Xiao raised his head from the muddy water, half of his face was covered with mud, and the corners of his mouth were bloodshot. He stared at Sikong Yi, opened his mouth, and choked out a mouthful of blood foam in his throat, but no words came out.
Mo Ya leaned against the base of the stone pillar, wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, said nothing, stared at Sikong Yi for a while, and then moved away.
Sikong Yi didn't wait for their answer. He turned around and faced the Clan Members crowded around the square, as well as the Silver Wing Family guards on the sentry tower and corridor. He raised his hand and pulled off the scratched dark silver brocade robe on his body, and threw it into the muddy water at his feet.
"Whoever is dissatisfied can stand up now." His voice was low, but he wrapped Spiritual Power and sent him out. Everyone in the square could hear clearly, "From now on Thirteen Families, there will only be one After Alliance Leader. Teleportation Array is activated, I will take everyone out of Black Prison. If anyone continues to argue with me about this and that, Li Xiao and Mo Ya will be the consequences."
No one spoke in the square. The wind blew from the other side of the square, blowing the muddy water on the ground into fine lines.
Sikong Yi waited for a few seconds, saw no one said anything, nodded, and was about to say something more. At this moment, a person came out of the crowd.
Duan Jian walked out of the crowd, neither fast nor slow, and the hem of his gray cloth was blown to one side by the wind. He walked to the center of the square and stood five or six steps away from Sikong Yi, with his right hand resting on the handle of the wide-backed sword at his waist.
Sikong Yi turned around and looked at him, frowned, squinted for two breaths, and his eyes fell on the black feather tips exposed under the cloak behind Duan Jian.
Silver Wing Family was raining heavily on the square in the center of the territory. The rainwater was mixed with dark red mud and flowed downwards along the gaps in the stone slabs.
When the head of Thirteen Families and his accompanying Clan Member were led to the center of the square by the guards of the Silver Wing Family, the surrounding guard towers and corridors were already filled with Silver Wing soldiers wearing armor and holding swords.
Divine Flame Family Patriarch Li Xiao and Azure Wolf Family Patriarch Mo Ya fell to the ground with blood at the corners of their mouths. On the high platform, Sikong Yi had just torn off his dark silver brocade robe and threw it into the muddy water. His face was gloomy, but the Spiritual Power fluctuations around him were extremely manic.
Just then, a man walked out of the crowd.
Sikong Yi turned around and looked at him, frowned, squinted for two breaths, and his eyes fell on the black feather tips exposed under the cloak behind Duan Jian.
"It's you!?" Sikong Yi's pupils shrank slightly as he recognized the black-winged young man who was supposed to be tortured to death.
Duan Jian raised his head, rainwater flowing down the broken hair on his forehead. He looked at Sikong Yi on the high platform, his voice was low and firm. "Yes, it's me!"
Sikong Yi pulled a sinister smile from the corner of his mouth, with a tone of disdain and cruelty. "Little brat, it was my carelessness that made you run away. How dare you come back?"
Duan Jian did not flinch, and stared at Sikong Yi, saying, "I have been waiting for today for a long time!"
Sikong Yi snorted coldly, and the frost-white Spiritual Power all over his body suddenly rose up, and the shadow of Frostfeather Eagle spread its wings behind him. He shouted sternly, "I will kill you with my own hands this time to purify the blood of the Silver Wing Family!"
Before he finished speaking, Sikong Yi pushed forward with both hands, and a thick ice-blue energy beam with biting cold air blasted straight towards Duan Jian.
Wherever the energy beam passed, the muddy water on the ground instantly froze, and the air was torn apart with a sharp whistling sound.
Duan Jian's legs were slightly bent, and he advanced instead of retreating. His arms were crossed in front of him to protect him. Dark red Black Dragon Spiritual Power exploded on the surface of his body, and he took the blow forcefully.
The huge impact pushed him back several feet, and his feet plowed two deep grooves in the mud, but he did not fall.
"Wow!" Duan Jian groaned in his throat and withstood the huge impact.
He shook his arms violently, and the black wings on his back fully unfolded. With a roar that sounded like a dragon's roar, dark red flames burned around him, evaporating the falling rainwater into white mist.
Duan Jian exerted force with his feet, and his whole body turned into a dark red afterimage, rushing straight towards Sikong Yi. He was extremely fast, and when he flapped his wings, he brought up a gust of wind. The surrounding Silver Wing Family guards were blown back by the wind pressure, and some were even blown away directly. The onlookers screamed in surprise.
"This is like a storm!" someone shouted.
The battle instantly became intense. Duan Jian's offensive was extremely fierce. The broadsword struck Sikong Yi again and again with dark red flames. Sikong Yi released Frostfeather Eagle's cold air, which condensed into an ice shield in front of him.
Duan Jian's blade hit the ice shield, causing ice shards to scatter and the ice shield to shatter. However, Sikong Yi then struck out with a palm, and the wind of the palm, carrying the extremely cold air, hit Duan Jian's chest.
Duan Jian didn't even dodge, and let the palm hit him. With this thrust, he slashed Sikong Yi's waist with his backhand.
"Who is this person named Duan Jian? How come I have never heard of it?" Outside the square, people from various families began to whisper.
"Duan Jian... Look at the dragon wings on his back, is that it?"
"He was actually able to fight Sikong Yi back and forth! Sikong Yi took Mystic Marrow Elixir, and his strength is already close to that of Legendary Peak!"
In the crowd, Black Dragon Family's head Duan Longfei stared at the dark red figure in the center of the battlefield, his hands trembling slightly. He murmured in a low voice, "Could it be my Black Dragon Family descendant?"