" Yuan Zong?!"
"This second young master of the Xiao Clan has actually broken through to the Yuan Zong!"
As that aura swept outward from Xiao Chuhang's body, the expressions of passersby on the street changed instantly, and one after another, gasps of surprise rang out. Countless astonished gazes turned to the latter.
"I've heard you're also a powerful expert from the Yuan Zong Sect. Coincidentally, my cultivation has only recently broken through, and I haven't had a chance to practice with anyone yet. Today, I'll start with you."
Sensing the surprised gazes directed at him, Xiao Chuhang smiled slightly, then his expression suddenly turned cold. He clenched his long, slender hand, and a sharp gust of wind instantly formed in his palm. He then stomped his foot on the ground, and his body appeared in front of Xiao Yan like lightning. The sharp claw wind was like a net, fiercely sweeping towards Xiao Yan. The sharp energy tore through the invisible space, leaving dark marks.
Faced with Xiao Chuhang's fierce and unwavering attack, Xiao Yan took a half step back, lightly touching the ground with his toes. In the short distance between the two, he moved with mysterious steps, using an extremely strange movement technique to completely avoid Xiao Chuhang's countless dense claw winds.
"Not bad speed, but against me, speed alone is useless."
Seeing that Xiao Yan had actually managed to evade his attack, Xiao Chuhang's eyes widened slightly. He then sneered and stepped forward, as an invisible gust of wind swept around him. His figure was completely engulfed in this invisible gust of wind, and like a ghost, he pounced on Xiao Yan again.
" Wind-Tearing Hand!"
As the flowing wind swirled around him, Xiao Chuhang's speed undoubtedly increased significantly. His ten fingers curled into claws, and under the wrapping of the wind, the claw wind also suddenly changed. The surging Origin Qi rapidly condensed between his palms, and wherever his claws passed, the invisible void was completely torn apart, and a series of sharp sonic booms followed.
Xiao Chuhang's sudden surge in speed and offensive power caused many people present to change color. As the second young master of the Xiao Clan, such methods were rarely seen in the outside world. Not to mention the Wind-Tearing Hand, the strange Dou Technique he had used earlier were also rarely seen in the outside world, but he used them with ease.
Even so, all of this seemed quite ordinary to Xiao Yan. In the end, he was just a One-Star Yuan Zong master. Putting aside the suppression of cultivation level, with his current combat strength, he believed he could easily defeat him with just one hand.
This seemingly dazzling and mysterious movement technique, which might appear dizzying to ordinary passersby, was utterly exposed before Xiao Yan's powerful Spiritual Strength. As the figure drew closer, Xiao Yan remained calm, flicking his sleeve. A surge of primal Origin Qi enveloped the figure, forming an iron plate. At the very moment the claw wind arrived, Xiao Yan struck the figure's palm at an extremely tricky angle, instantly dissolving the intense force of the claw wind.
Such a precise and cunning attack would be understandable if it happened only once, but each time it was done with the same position, the same force and the same technique, completely deflecting the energy from the claw wind. Such a method would be impossible for any other person of the same generation. However, for Xiao Yan, who possessed Spiritual Strength far superior to Xiao Chuhang's, it was a piece of cake.
"Bang bang bang!"
Each clash between the two made Xiao Chuhang's expression even more unpleasant. Especially after dozens of rounds, when Xiao Chuhang withdrew and retreated, the expression on his face was completely replaced by solemnity. On the palms of his two hands, there were two identical blood marks that pierced his heart with pain.
The successive attacks failed to cause Xiao Yan the slightest harm, and were even easily countered by the latter with such composure. This dramatic result caused Xiao Chuhang's face to twitch, and the gazes of the passersby around him gradually became strange. His already extremely ugly face turned even more ashen.
"We are both from the Yuan Zong, I refuse to believe you can be any stronger!"
Xiao Chuhang's expression gradually darkened. As he uttered a low voice, he suddenly retreated, raising both hands to his chest. With his fingers moving in unison and overlapping, a series of cyan curtains condensed in the void around him.
" The Wind God's Fury!"
With a low shout, dozens of blue tents around him quickly solidified, and above his head, a series of gentle breezes suddenly swept in, forming a huge phantom behind Xiao Chuhang with an awe-inspiring and terrifying aura.
As the phantom solidified, many people present instantly changed color, staring in astonishment at the scene before them. Some even retreated into the distance, their eyes filled with solemnity.
" The Wind God's Fury! This guy's gone mad! Is he trying to destroy this street?!"
Exclamations of alarm rang out one after another. Some powerful individuals who knew about this could no longer care about anything else and rushed towards the distance of the street at lightning speed. Once the power of the Wind God's Fury was unleashed, this street would probably be destroyed.
"Buzz!"
Almost simultaneously, several Xiao Clan guards patrolling the city above the pavilions deep within Xiao City also noticed the commotion. Upon discovering that someone was unleashing the Wind God's Fury, many of their expressions changed slightly. They then quickly moved, transforming into streaks of lightning, and sped towards the location of Xiao Yan and the others.
At this moment, as the illusory image behind Xiao Chuhang gradually solidified, terrifying wind pressure spread outward from within the illusory image. The wind pressure was so strong that it caused the shops on both sides of the street to sway, and even the street where Xiao Yan and the others were located was slightly trembling.
"This is... Great Dao Technique?"
Sensing the powerful aura emanating from the illusory image, Xiao Yan raised an eyebrow slightly, feeling a bit curious. Judging from Xiao Chuhang's manipulation of the Great Dao of Wind, the formation of this illusory image seemed to be a Great Dao Technique. However, there seemed to be a slight difference between them. Although the difference was very subtle, Xiao Yan was still able to distinguish it with his keen perception.
Just then, a series of whooshing sounds came rapidly from the distant pavilions, appearing in the air above the street where Xiao Yan and the others were. Seeing this, Xiao Yan smiled and thought that perhaps he wouldn't need to take action anymore.