While Tong Bo and Tong Zhan were still hesitating, Tong Xin could no longer hold back. "You want to steal from our Tong Clan? Then I'll beat you up."
Tong Xin was actually stronger than Tong Zhan. He had fallen ill as a child, which had damaged his intellect, yet he happened to have the greatest talent for cultivation.
That damage had also given him childlike innocence, allowing him to cultivate the Martial Dao without distractions. Among his peers, even Tong Bo had no confidence that he could defeat him.
Tong Zhan was only a martial arts myth who had undergone two transformations, while Tong Xin had already reached the Third Transformation.
When he suddenly attacked, Tong Zhan and Tong Bo grew anxious, but it was already too late to stop him.
Seeing Tong Xin charging over, Duan Lang drew his sword and rushed forward. "You think you're worthy of fighting my master? Let me teach you a lesson."
He activated his Bloodfire Evil Aura. Combined with his sword techniques, he believed it left him nothing to fear even against someone at the Myth Realm Peak.
Among the younger generation, apart from his senior fellow disciples, he did not believe he was inferior to anyone.
He did not care even if his opponent belonged to some Ancient Remnants.
But the moment they exchanged blows, Duan Lang's expression changed.
This somewhat dim-witted fellow was actually this strong? Had he already reached the martial arts myth peak?
Fortunately, he had remembered his master's instructions: go all out against any enemy and never get careless. He had therefore used the Fire Kirin Sword; otherwise, he would have fallen into a disadvantage in a single exchange.
But although Tong Xin was stronger, Duan Lang still held his own thanks to his weapon's sharpness and