You can all co up as you please, let's play a ga.
You hit once, I hit you once.
If you take one strike from and don't die, you may leave.
The grudge from before, we'll write it off at that.
From the looks of it, all of you seem to know what I'm talking about—good, that saves the trouble of sorting it out.
Don't think of stalling for ti. In half an hour, I'll be gone.
And then I'll toss this Domain into the Styx River."
The newly arrived Great Fox saw this Domain, then looked at the people from the Three Mountains and Five Ridges, and grew anxious.
"There must be so kind of misunderstanding here..."
Wen Yan's face turned cold, gazing at the Great Fox.
"Still pretending to be so voice of reason now? Don't think I don't know what you're here for.
I couldn't care less. Die if you want, it's none of my concern.
But—coming to my ho and kidnapping children? Everyone involved in that must die.
I've been holding back—a lot, actually.
Either, in half an hour, I'll throw this Domain into the Styx River.
Or, in these thirty minutes, those with knowledge, those involved, co forward yourselves and play this gambling ga with .
One strike, and it's settled.
By the way, I cultivate the Martial Path—I'm a Martial Artist of the Third Stage."
The first old Fox Demon stepped forward, striding toward the stairs at the side of the theater stage.
"Do you an what you say?"
"I've asked the seniors of the Three Mountains and Five Ridges to bear witness. Of course I an it."
"Very well."
"So, you were the one behind the child abduction at my house, weren't you?"
"Indeed. This old one rely wished to catch that bastard—there's no malice toward you."
The Old Fox strode onto the stage, the torrent of Yang Energy flooding this Domain making him deeply uncomfortable.
The weaker Fox Demons were close to breaking, almost forced to reveal their true forms.
If this keeps going, even if Wen Yan does nothing else, just trapping them in here is enough to cripple them all.
He didn't dare delay any longer; he could only follow the ga rules.
Stepping onto the stage, the Old Fox felt his body slip out of his own control—a rule of the Domain.
Wen Yan flicked his finger; a drop of Yang Energy landed on the old man's body.
"You're first. I'll let you strike first—you should feel it too. These are the rules of the Domain. No one can disobey."
Wen Yan stood quietly where he was, watching the old man.
A ruthless glint flashed through the Old Fox's eyes. One of his hands transford into a half-ter long claw, surging with power. He leaped up, slamming down hard at Wen Yan's skull.
Wen Yan did not flinch. The instant that claw fell, the Explosive Great Sun—blessed onto him before the round began—erupted.
The torrent of Yang Energy echoed with the environnt here, like a blazing great sun, blossoming on the stage.
The Old Fox Demon's claw plunged into the Yang Energy, as if falling into water—constantly weakened, relentlessly slowed.
When his strength was exhausted, he'd yet to even touch Wen Yan.
With the strike ended, the Old Fox Demon felt his body bound tight, frozen in place. He knew then—he was done for.
He had gravely underestimated Wen Yan. He knew Wen Yan's Yang Energy was strong, but no matter how strong, flesh and blood can't just withstand his full-force blow.
Now he knew—he'd been wrong. Very, very wrong.
Wen Yan was indeed a Third Stage Martial Artist, but the battle strength a Martial Artist can unleash—it's not necessarily tied to the Martial Path stage.
The Old Fox Demon stood there, while a crowd of Fox Demons watched from below the stage.
Then they saw Wen Yan lift up the Chunjun Mace. In that instant, countless runes lit up on the mace—as if forced bright, turning into falling teors, all crashing down into the Chunjun Mace in unison.
In a flash, Wen Yan stood with uplifted hand, as though hoisting an unbearably dazzling sun.
Wen Yan extended a single finger.
"One strike—if you survive, our grudge is settled.
If you die, then we continue."
He held aloft a blazing sun nearly two ters across with his right hand. All of him was dyed gold; the searing Yang Energy surged in wave after wave, radiating toward Zhou Wei.
The Yang Energy from his body began to resonate with the Domain's own.
Off in the distance, the Fourth Great-uncle Master watched Wen Yan on stage, his eyes tinged with excitent.
"Palm-Held Great Sun—the Chunjun Mace is fully activated."
This weapon—apart from the Scorching Sun, no one has ever unleashed its true power.
The Yang Energy required is simply too vast. Forget fully activating it—most can't even trigger a reaction.
With full activation, the Chunjun Mace is like a sun held in the palm; under such surging Yang Energy, any secret technique is rendered useless.
Too close, too deeply affected—and no Daoist Skill can be perford at all.
This was the origin of "one force breaks ten thousand techniques" back in the day, and part of why Martial Artists began rising in the world.
For people are born with Yang Energy. Martial Artists cultivate body and foster Yang Energy.
Once soone set the example, geniuses naturally attempted paths untraveled, hoping for a glimpse forward.
Now, if one is like the Tuoba Martial God—his Yang Energy vast over dozens of kiloters—just with Yang Energy alone, he could accomplish so much more.
On the stage, the Old Fox Demon's eyes trembled, his face beginning to twist under the massive Yang Energy, morphing into the visage of a White Fox.
He wanted to speak, but the Domain's rules stopped him—he couldn't say a word.
The great sun in Wen Yan's palm ca crashing down.
"Old fool, I'll make sure you understand why you die. This strike is because of that word 'bastard'—to insult my family in front of , where did you find that kind of nerve!"
The great sun descended, engulfing the Old Fox Demon entirely within.
Violent golden shockwaves crashed out in waves, radiating in all directions.
The entire Domain quivered faintly.
Beneath the golden shockwaves, the Fox Demons outside the stage—even if this wasn't aid at them—were forced one after another back into their true forms, wailing.
The blinding golden light slowly faded, the golden shockwaves calming as well.
Half the stage was blasted down entirely. If Wen Yan hadn't infused the Domain in advance with his Yang Energy...
Otherwise, this one strike could have blown the whole Domain apart.
After the attack ended, the ruined parts rapidly restored, as if ti flowed in reverse.
But as for the Old Fox Demon—not even his staff remained.
Wen Yan slung the Chunjun Mace back across his back, eyes sweeping below.
"He couldn't withstand it. Looks like he lost the bet."
Co on, get in line. One after another.
Gave you your chance, but you refused.
So this is how it'll be. If anyone survives my strike, that's the end of it.
Hurry up, don't waste ti. Only half an hour remains."
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