Above the vast sky of Xuan City, two figures, each carrying a terrifying aura capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, clashed heavily together. Accompanied by a deafening roar, an extremely terrifying energy storm swept outwards from the two figures, like an invisible Hai Xiao. The expressions of everyone in the world changed drastically at that moment.
The terrifying energy wave blasted everyone in the void back a hundred feet, and many buildings in the city below were also destroyed by this energy, while the Half-Emperor were seriously injured.
It's hard to imagine that the destructive power generated from just the first direct confrontation between these two was already so terrifying. Dou Di powerhouse is truly terrifying!
High in the sky, Xu Songming, his old face solemn, resisted the oncoming energy storm. His Dou Qi surged wildly outward, and even his Spiritual Strength was also pouring outward with all its might to protect himself and Xu Yao behind him.
Moments later, when the energy storm dissipated, the city below was in ruins. Large areas of buildings were mercilessly destroyed by the energy storm, and even a huge crater appeared in the city below. The once prosperous Xuan City now looked like a complete wasteland.
Countless Half-Emperor retreated from the battle circle in fear, but even so, many of them were killed or wounded. The power of Dou Di was truly terrifying; a mere Half-Emperor was like an ant in front of them, not worth mentioning.
Outside the battleground, countless mortals stared in terror at the center of the storm, where two figures stood proudly, gazing at each other with grave expressions. They seemed to see each other completely, as if the world around them had nothing to do with them.
When the crowd outside the arena saw the young man in black robes whose face remained unchanged within the battle circle, everyone couldn't help but gasp. Everyone in Xuan City knew that Lin Zehong was a true Dou Di expert. His strength was such that only a handful of people in the entire Xuan City could rival him, and those people were all Dou Di experts. But look at the current situation...
This black-robed youth seems to be only a Half-Emperor level expert, so why do these two appear to be evenly matched after their second encounter?
The former is understandable, after all, he is Dou Di powerhouse with unparalleled strength, but this black-robed youth is only a Half-Emperor powerhouse, how did he manage to do that?!
"These two... are actually evenly matched in strength!"
At the Alchemist Guild, a look of shock appeared on the Zhuang Zhong and aged face of the man. As a veteran force in Xuan City, he was well aware of Lin Zehong's strength, but what he did not expect was that this black-robed youth, whom he had only met once, could actually fight the latter to a standstill. This was truly unimaginable.
At this moment, Zhuang Zhong was not the only Zhuang Zhong with this thought in mind. Xu Songming in the sky and the Lin Clan experts also looked at the black-robed youth with shock and horror. Especially Lin Zehong, who was in the middle of the situation, had just truly felt the power contained in Xiao Yan's palm.
Xiao Yan's palm did not actually collide with Lin Zehong's. Instead, it was the palm of the phantom behind Xiao Yan that collided with it. And it was precisely because of this that Lin Zehong had a more direct feeling of the power of that palm.
Although Xiao Yan's attack was powerful, its true source of power was not Dou Qi, but the illusory figure standing behind him. In comparison, the power of the illusory figure itself was truly terrifying in Xiao Yan Xiao Yan's Yellow Springs Palm!
It was precisely because of the existence of that phantom that the battle was now evenly matched. Otherwise, Lin Zehong that, with his strength, the black-robed youth in front of him would not be a match for him in terms of Dou Qi!
However, reality always defies common sense. No matter how flawless an imagination may be, it will always be full of loopholes in the face of reality.
High in the sky, Xiao Yan and Lin Zehong stood facing each other, several dozen feet apart, their eyes locked on each other.
Xiao Yan remained motionless, his expression both calm and indifferent. However, beneath this calm and indifference, his right hand, currently concealed by his sleeve, was trembling slightly, his entire palm turning crimson. Clearly, despite having withstood Lin Zehong's palm strike, Xiao Yan was not unscathed. After all, his opponent was a Dou Di expert, and with Xiao Yan's current strength, he would inevitably experience some strain.
Of course, while Xiao Yan was suffering, Lin Zehong on the other side was in no better shape. His right hand, which was behind his back, was being tightly gripped by his left wrist. Compared to Xiao Yan, Lin Zehong's entire arm was twitching and trembling. Although he pretended to be carefree, a closer look would reveal that he was secretly inhaling cold air, as if trying to suppress the excruciating pain in his arm.
"You brat, you have incredible brute strength! I underestimated you!"
After a long while, Lin Zehong finally spoke with a gloomy expression. As he spoke, his arms trembled, and his Dou Qi surged up, quickly erasing the intense pain in his arms. He clenched his fist tightly, and a vast amount of Dou Qi rapidly condensed in his palm, transforming into a long spear in the blink of an eye.
"Hehe, likewise. Patriarch Lin Clan's strength is not weak either. I have only recently mastered this Dou Technique Dou Technique, and today I can borrow Patriarch Lin Clan's hand to test its power!"
At the same time, Xiao Yan on the opposite side also let out a cold laugh. Under his sleeve, his wrist suddenly twisted, and pure Dou Qi quickly rose up, erasing the remaining pain.
With a thought, the vast Spiritual Strength between Xiao Yan's brows surged outwards, instantly enveloping the entire battle area where the two were located. Under the protection of Xiao Yan's Spiritual Strength, every move Lin Zehong made was within Xiao Yan's perception.
"Hmph, brat, how arrogant! Don't think you can fight me with brute force alone. Before Dou Di, no matter how strong your physical strength is, you're not Dou Di. Defeating me is just empty talk!"
Feeling the overwhelming pressure of the soul descending upon him, Lin Zehong couldn't help but frown slightly. However, he immediately let out a cold laugh, and the next moment, his foot slammed heavily into the void. As the space beneath his feet collapsed, his body vanished in an instant. This scene caused the Dou Di experts outside the arena to frown slightly. Such terrifying speed was something that even they might not be able to keep up with!
"Speed, huh..."
However, Xiao Yan grinned at this. Putting aside the fact that he had the Heavenly Severing Steps, Xiao Yan could easily sense the latter's location with just the Spiritual Strength of a third-level spiritual alchemist. This Lin Zehong was underestimating Third-Tier Alchemist too much!
As Lin Zehong's body disappeared, Xiao Yan slowly raised his hand, clenching his five fingers into a fist. The huge phantom behind him also moved accordingly. The seemingly invisible phantom's movements appeared simple and casual, but the power that erupted from it was something even Dou Di expert would not dare to underestimate.
"They're here!"
Xiao Yan's eyes were indifferent until a certain moment, when the void beside Xiao Yan suddenly distorted, Xiao Yan sneered and his clenched fist, as if it had been expected, slammed into the void beside him. At the same time, the phantom behind Xiao Yan also threw a heavy punch.
"What!"
This sudden turn of events caused a drastic change in Lin Zehong's mind, who was hiding in the void. However, the arrow was already on the bowstring and had to be released. He had no way to avoid the latter's attack, and the only way to gain the upper hand was to fight back mercilessly.
The instant Xiao Yan unleashed his punch, Lin Zehong's figure suddenly appeared in the void to the side, his spear spinning rapidly as he thrust it straight at Xiao Yan's fist.
"Bite!"
However, what immediately followed Lin Zehong's spear strike was a huge, somewhat illusory fist. The two collided, neither giving way. Xiao Yan raised a fist and charged straight at Lin Zehong, his body standing firm, while Lin Zehong exerted all his strength, trying to break through the illusory fist in front of him with the spear in his hand.
"Hmph, get out of here!"
The stalemate between the two lasted for less than ten breaths, but Xiao Yan suddenly spoke. As his cold shout rang out, his arm trembled, and the huge illusory fist in front of him also shook violently, unleashing tremendous force with astonishing power.
The enormous fist slammed forward, and Lin Zehong's expression quickly turned solemn. Under the terrifying force, the spear in his hand bent rapidly into an extremely strange angle.
Outside the battle circle, everyone watching Lin Zehong, who had been blocked by Xiao Yan's punch, showed extremely shocked expressions. If the previous clash was just a fluke, then the current situation truly demonstrated Xiao Yan's strength to everyone present.
Who could imagine that this seemingly young man in black robes actually possesses terrifying power capable of contending with a Dou Di expert?
"What!"
Feeling the terrifying power suddenly amplified from the giant fist before him, Lin Zehong was startled. He was just about to release his spear when...
"Bang!"
With a loud bang, the spear, which had been bent extremely under the giant fist, exploded in the next moment. Instantly, the space rippled, and Lin Zehong, enduring the pain in his palm, quickly retreated.
"Ha, since you've already decided to fight, why back down? Today I've just Strength Elephant Art, so I'll use you to test my skills!"
Seeing Lin Zehong retreating so abruptly, Xiao Yan's lips curled into a cold smile. He was the one who said he would attack, and now he's the one who wants to retreat. He can advance or retreat at will. What does he really take Xiao Yan for?
As he let out a cold laugh, Xiao Yan's body trembled slightly, and he immediately began to flash in the void. After leaving several afterimages, he flashed again and arrived in front of Lin Zehong.
"Get out of here!"
Upon seeing Xiao Yan, whose figure resembled a ghost, Lin Zehong was initially startled. He then quickly mobilized his internal Dou Qi and slammed a heavy punch into Xiao Yan's body, instantly piercing through him.
"This... afterimage!"
Upon seeing this scene, Lin Zehong's pupils suddenly contracted, his expression changed drastically, and a chill suddenly rose from behind him. He sensed that there was someone standing behind him at this moment.
"Kid, don't push your luck!"
Lin Zehong was shocked. He quickly turned around, swung his arm, and smashed it hard at Xiao Yan, who had just appeared behind him.
"Laugh..."
However...
"What! Another afterimage!"
The scene that appeared before his eyes once again filled Lin Zehong with fear. He realized that the black-robed youth he was facing was no ordinary Half-Emperor. His power was probably no weaker than that of the Dou Di experts in Xuan City!
"Ha... This is going too far! Doesn't Patriarch Lin Clan find your words somewhat ridiculous?"
Just as Lin Zehong's expression suddenly changed, a cold laugh came from beside his ear. Judging from the voice, it seemed as if the speaker was right next to him.
Upon hearing these words, Lin Zehong's expression suddenly turned terrified, but before he could make a move, a heavy punch landed mercilessly on his chest.
"Bang!"
With a single punch, Lin Zehong's body was sent flying uncontrollably, his mind reeling from the blow.
Immediately afterward, before Lin Zehong could regain his footing, as he flew backward, Xiao Yan's figure reappeared in the void beside him, twisting his body and delivering a powerful whip kick that slammed into Lin Zehong's back.
"Bang!"
Lin Zehong's body lunged forward once more, while Xiao Yan's figure flashed repeatedly. With each strike, Xiao Yan uttered a cold rebuke.
"What happened yesterday was clearly your son and that girl's fault, yet today you come to my door, threatening me with force to apologize. You say I'm going too far? Don't forget, you were the one who brought people to me, and you were the one who struck first. I said I didn't want trouble, but Lin Clan is being aggressive, insisting on using force. What, are you so great just because you're Dou Di? Don't think that becoming Dou Di means you can act recklessly. On this continent, there are many people stronger than Dou Di, and the person who can defeat you isn't necessarily someone with a higher cultivation level!"
"Bang!"
As Xiao Yan finished speaking, another heavy whip kick slammed into Lin Zehong's abdomen, sending him flying backward once more. Xiao Yan, however, remained standing in mid-air, no longer making any further moves.
Only after Lin Zehong's body flew far out of the battle circle did the Lin Clan's experts rush forward to catch Lin Zehong injured body. Seeing the numerous wounds on their patriarch's body, the Lin Clan experts couldn't help but show shame and indignation in their eyes.
Watching their clan leader being brutally beaten, while they could only helplessly watch from the sidelines, how could they not feel good?
They had no chance to participate in a battle of this level. Whether they entered the battle or not, they couldn't change the outcome. After all, even Lin Zehong, Dou Di expert, was beaten helplessly by this black-robed youth. As for them, Half-Emperor experts, the outcome was even more uncertain.
However, although they were filled with shame and indignation, their Elder Zhang turned ashen after hearing Xiao Yan's words. Just as Xiao Yan said, it was all their fault in the beginning, and the current situation was entirely their own doing...
Thinking of this, the Lin Clan's powerful members shook their heads and sighed helplessly. Although they were unwilling to do this, Lin Zehong was, after all, the clan leader, and they had no choice but to accept it.
Having dealt with Lin Zehong, Xiao Yan turned his attention to Xu Songming. This matter was not solely caused by Lin Zehong; the real culprit was probably this old man.
Upon seeing Xiao Yan's icy gaze, the latter's expression changed drastically. Even Lin Zehong was no match for Xiao Yan, so how could he possibly be?
"Young man, I am a member of the Alchemist Alliance. What happened last time..."
"Noisy."
Before Xu Songming could finish speaking, Xiao Yan coldly uttered a word, then his body flashed, appearing beside him in the latter's terrified gaze.