"This trip really was worth it!"
Even Lian Youming could barely contain himself now.
In this age when the Martial Way had declined, encountering such a grand gathering yet failing to display his full martial prowess and face every expert would surely be a regret.
"Remnants of the Gan Clan?"
Xuanling Perfected Person's gaze sharpened too.
"Little Ming-Ming, have you fought them?"
Lian Youming's expression crumpled at the nickname. His martial uncle might have been old, but his temperament seemed stuck at twenty. He had been fine just after they rescued him, but now he was growing increasingly lively and mischievous, like an old imp.
Lowering his voice, Lian Youming gave him a rough account of the details.
Xuanling Perfected Person's eyes grew brighter as he listened. Then he looked Lian Youming up and down. "Tsk, tsk. A worthy successor to our Zhongnan Lineage indeed, catching up from behind in just a few short years. If I'd met someone like you back then, I'd have gone down the mountain into the world and brought you home with me for sure."
Lian Youming stared, unsure whether to laugh or cry. "Martial uncle, we're discussing serious business. Where are you going with this?"
"Don't let him live!"
Xu Tian, who had remained silent all this time, suddenly spoke.
"Especially the one practicing the Baji Spear!"
Seeing that Japanese woman swaggering around with a great spear on her shoulder had truly enraged the old man.
Yang Cuo, Li Da, and Lian Youming all murmured their assent.
Besides Xu Tian overseeing things, more than a dozen elders from various schools were seated nearby, and they all spoke up as well.
Meanwhile, in the ring, the Black Man swept through his opposition, killing several men with his fists. By the end, the remaining contestants on