Next to him, Clan Member asked in a low voice, "Chief, is there anyone in our family with wings and feathers?"
Duan Longfei did not look back, his eyes were locked on Duan Jian, and his heart was filled with turmoil. "It seems that he is Duan Yun's son. He actually grew up healthy. Back then, due to the power of the Silver Wing Family, I could only suppress the incident..."
On the other side of the crowd, Nie Li, Shen Fei and Xiao Ning'er stood together. Seeing the fierce fight on the field, some people around couldn't help but ask Nie Li: "Nie Li, aren't you going to help him?"
Nie Li shook his head, put his hands in his sleeves, and looked calmly. "His own hatred must be resolved by himself. Besides, if I, Black Gold Rank, go to deal with Legendary Rank, then I am not seeking death." Shen Fei and Xiao Ning'er stood aside, making no sound, just watching the battlefield quietly.
The battle in the center of the square became more and more fierce. Duan Jian completely gave up on defense and went straight to the vital point with every attack. Every attack was carried out with the attitude of dying together.
Sikong Yi slapped Duan Jian on the left shoulder, and the sound of broken bones was clearly audible, but Duan Jian didn't even frown, and slashed Sikong Yi's right arm with a backhand knife, bringing up a cloud of blood.
The masters who were watching were horrified. "This Duan Jian's attack, how come it hits the vital point without leaving any way for you to escape. Isn't it suicide for a master to use such a move in a duel?"
Sikong Yi's face became more and more ugly. He used 70% of the force in the palm just now. He thought he could knock Duan Jian away, but he didn't expect that the other party not only resisted, but also immediately counterattacked. "You can counterattack after you hit me?!" Sikong Yi was secretly shocked.
He retreated, distanced himself, looked at the deep wounds on Duan Jian's body, and thought to himself, "It's this same death move again, but..." Sikong Yi found that his previous tentative attacks on Duan Jian's body did not really hurt his roots.
Duan Jian's physical strength far exceeded his expectations.
"This kid... I didn't expect that even his father's attack didn't hurt him much!" In the distance, Sikong Yi's descendant exclaimed in the audience. After a brief period of shock, Sikong Yi's eyes became extremely cold.
He clearly realized that how long had passed before Duan Jian actually reached this level of strength. He couldn't stay here!
When I meet him next time, I'm afraid I won't be his match. I must kill him today. If it doesn't work, I can only use that trick!
Sikong Yi took a deep breath, and the power of Mystic Marrow Elixir in his body was forcibly activated to the extreme. The cold air around his body no longer just wrapped around his palms, but spread outward, forming a gray-white Ice and Snow Domain.
The shadow of Frostfeather Eagle let out a sharp cry, flapped its wings, and thousands of ice cones shot towards Duan Jian like a heavy rain.
Duan Jian did not flinch. He looked up to the sky and roared, completely unleashing the potential in his body. The dark red Black Dragon flames burned blazingly on him, even suppressing the cold air around him.
He waved his sword and smashed the incoming ice picks one by one, then stood up from the ground and rushed towards Ice and Snow Domain.
"Bang!" Duan Jian's punch hit Sikong Yi's chest and abdomen hard. Sikong Yi groaned, his face instantly turned pale, and his body flew backwards, rolling twice in the air before barely able to stabilize his body.
"Sikong Yi was actually suppressed by this young man?!" Li Xiao of the Divine Flame Family leaned against the stone pillar and raised his head with difficulty, his face full of disbelief.
"Sikong Yi, who was close to Legendary Peak, was beaten back steadily by him. What is the origin of Duan Jian?" Mo Ya of the Azure Wolf Family was also shocked.
Looking at the figure on the field who was covered in fire and attacking crazily, Xiao Ning'er sighed lightly.
She tilted her head slightly and whispered to Shen Fei and Nie Li beside her, "Even with Power of Law, Black Gold Rank Peak fighting Legendary Peak, it's still too much."
Shen Fei looked at the back of Duan Jian pumping his fist, nodded, and said in a calm tone, "But there is still a chance, keep watching."
In the center of the battlefield, Duan Jian was supported entirely by willpower. His Soul Force was being consumed rapidly. Although Black Dragon Bloodline was running wildly, the gap in realm was like a chasm.
Although Sikong Yi was hit, Legendary Peak's foundation allowed him to still hold his ground.
Nie Li looked at Duan Jian's increasingly dimming body-protecting aura, and spoke solemnly, "Duan Jian seems to be working too hard... He has overdrawn his own Soul Sea... If he cannot cut off his own Inner Demon, Duan Jian's cultivation may end here."
Sikong Yi on the field also noticed Duan Jian's weakness. He stabilized his body and looked at the panting Duan Jian across from him, but his eyes were still fierce, with murderous intent in his heart.
He knew clearly that if Duan Jian was allowed to leave alive today, Silver Wing Family would be doomed in the future. He formed a seal with his hands, and a dark blue ball of light condensed in his palms, and the surrounding temperature plummeted to freezing point.
"Haaah!!" Sikong Yi roared, pushing the light ball containing destructive power towards Duan Jian.
The ball of light expanded rapidly during its flight, surrounded by violent lightning and ice power, and finally transformed into a giant Thunderbird that spread its wings high and blasted towards Duan Jian with a devastating momentum.
"What kind of move is this!" The crowd around him shouted in horror.
"This Thunderbird is so big!"
Duan Jian did not dodge, he held the big knife with both hands, the last trace of dark red flames ignited on the knife, and he slashed hard at the huge Thunderbird.
"Boom--!"
A deafening explosion resounded throughout the square. Thunderbird exploded, and the violent force of thunder instantly swallowed up Duan Jian's figure. The dazzling white light made everyone close their eyes involuntarily.
The air waves rolled, mud and water were lifted high into the sky, and the ground of the entire square was shaking violently.
Sikong Yi fell to the ground, gasping for air. He looked at the area swallowed up by the lightning, with a cruel sneer on his face, "Boy, your talent is indeed good, but you are still too young to fight me now! Go to hell, Duan Jian!"
When the surrounding Silver Wing Family guards saw this, they immediately burst into loud cheers. "Sikong Yi! Silver Wing Family will last forever!"
The lightning gradually dissipated. A huge deep pit was blasted in the center of the square, and the bottom of the pit was filled with charred soil and broken stones. Duan Jian's figure disappeared into the scorched earth.
"Is it over?" someone asked in a low voice.
Sikong Yi straightened up and was about to turn around to face the owner of Thirteen Families. But at this moment, there was a faint sound from the deep pit.