Ye Tang wore an insane look. As the young master of the Ye family, he had showcased remarkable cultivation capabilities since childhood. He deed himself superior, never considering anyone an equal. Now, learning that his cultivation had been crippled and that he had beco the kind of worthless person he once looked down upon, he felt his blood rush to his head, almost driving him insane.
"Young Master..." Doctor Chen’s face darkened, and he sighed helplessly.
"Enough!" Ye Xian looked at Ye Tang and scolded coldly, "You’re not embarrassed enough yet? I asked you to participate in the victory feast to win Yang Dingtian’s favor and beco his son-in-law, to make our Ye family the number one clan of Dayang City! But you! You had to go picking fights and ended up crippled, disgracing the Ye family! If you weren’t my son, I would’ve killed you with a single palm strike!"
BANG!
Ye Xian waved his hand. The space around him trembled violently, and the decorative stone table nearby shattered into dust.
"Father, it’s all Luo Feng’s fault! If it wasn’t for him, Yang Wanyi would now be my fiancée! Father, you must avenge !"
Faced with the furious Ye Xian, Ye Tang shifted all the bla to Luo Feng.
Ye Xian rose to his feet with a cold snort. He turned to the four blue-clothed Martial Artists nearby and ordered, "You’re coming with to the City Lord Mansion! Just so trash from Panlong City, he dares to cripple Tang’er. I’ll make sure he dies without a burial place!"
Ye Xian shouted coldly. His eyes radiated a bone-chilling killing intent, and the temperature in the entire hall plumted.
"Family Head, please calm down!" The leader of the blue-clothed Martial Artists stepped forward, blocking the raging Ye Xian, and suggested, "Family Head, we need to discuss this matter thoroughly! Luo Feng is now Yang Dingtian’s son-in-law, and considering Yang Dingtian’s temperant, he’ll never hand Luo Feng over to us. Going there now will be futile; worse, it will offend Yang Dingtian."
Ye Xian took a deep breath, flas of rage burning in his eyes. He said in a low, heavy voice, "Steward Yang, what do you propose? Luo Feng crippled Tang’er, and he cannot be left alive! Otherwise, how can I, Ye Xian, maintain my dignity? How can the Ye family maintain its dignity!"
The Ye family had four stewards, all of them experts at the Ninth Level of the Heavenly Court Realm, famously known as the Azure Blood Four Tigers. This Steward Yang was their leader, nad Yang Qinghu, whose cultivation was at the peak of the Ninth Level Heavenly Court Realm.
A glint appeared in Yang Qinghu’s eyes as he said, "Family Head, Luo Feng crippling Young Master definitely cannot be forgiven. However, we don’t need to act imdiately."
Ye Xian’s brows raised. "Your aning is?"
"Family Head, leave this to . Luo Feng won’t stay in Dayang Mansion forever. Once he departs Dayang City, I can seize the chance to assassinate him and leave his body to rot in the wilderness!"
After pondering for a mont, Ye Xian’s expression turned savage, and he said coldly, "Good! I’ll leave this matter to you. However, Luo Feng was able to defeat Tang’er; his strength is not simple. The four of you will go together."
Yang Qinghu nodded in agreent, although in his heart, he held disdain. He was a cultivator at the peak of the Ninth Level Heavenly Court Realm; he believed killing Luo Feng would be as easy as reaching out to grab sothing. There was no need for all Four Tigers to be dispatched.
"There’s no ti to waste. Head off now," Ye Xian ordered.
"Yes! We will return with Luo Feng’s head!" The Azure Blood Four Tigers responded in unison. With a flicker, they transford into four green figures and disappeared from the grand hall.
「Night fell, and the bustling City Lord’s Mansion finally quietened down.」
In a serene courtyard in the City Lord’s Mansion, Luo Feng stood tall, fully clothed.
The crescent moon hung above, its moonlight casting its glow upon Luo Feng, making him look like a statue.
Before the banquet ended, Luo Feng found an excuse to leave Huayang Square.
This courtyard was where Yang Dingtian had arranged for Luo Feng to reside.
Since entering the courtyard, Luo Feng had been standing still; two hours had already passed.
Luo Feng was recalling the battles from the dayti.
The n he fought against today were all renowned young powerhouses. The experience of fighting these n was invaluable; if he could fully digest it, it would significantly enhance his practical combat experience and elevate his strength.
Scenes flashed through his mind, like a movie, replaying the day’s battles in his mind.
Huh!
When the scene of his fight with Ye Tang replayed, Luo Feng’s brow furrowed slightly, his attention becoming more focused than ever before.
He possessed eighteen ridian Wheels, and with the bonus to Yuan Qi from his Condensation Yuan Technique, his Yuan Qi, after reaching the mid-stage of the Ninth Level Heavenly Court Realm, far surpassed that of an ordinary late-stage Ninth Level Heavenly Court Realm Martial Artist.
Originally, Luo Feng thought that defeating Ye Tang would only require sixty percent of his strength, but he was unexpectedly forced to use eighty percent to attain victory. This point had been weighing on his mind.
What exactly went wrong? Luo Feng murmured to himself, carefully pondering the mory of his fight with Ye Tang.
After a while, Luo Feng breathed out deeply, a look of realization dawning on his face, muttering to himself, "So, it was the Sky Collapse Fist."
After repeatedly pondering over the scenes of his fight with Ye Tang, Luo Feng finally discovered the crux of the problem.
In terms of Yuan Qi, his sixty percent strength was already superior to Ye Tang’s.
The reason he couldn’t win was due to the disparity in Martial Arts. The Sky Collapse Fist was inferior to Ye Tang’s Fla Crystal Sword Qi.
"It seems I must learn a new Martial Art."
The Low-grade Profound Level Sky Collapse Fist was indeed a killer move for Luo Feng previously, but as his strength increased, it was no longer suitable for him.
Luo Feng speculated that he at least needed a Mid-grade Profound Level Fist Technique to fully unleash his power.
"But where can I get the manual for a Mid-grade Profound Level Fist Technique so easily..." Luo Feng muttered to himself, a helpless smile on his face.
Even the entire Purple Sun School only had one Mid-grade Profound Level Martial Arts Secret Manual, which was a testant to its rarity.
A Secret Manual of Mid-grade Profound Level Martial Arts could cause countless heroes in the rtiad to fight to the death for it. There had been quite a few major conflicts in the rtiad triggered by Martial Arts Secret Manuals.
Shaking his head, Luo Feng no longer dwelled on the matter of the Secret Manual and was about to begin cultivating when his gaze suddenly sharpened and he shouted, "Who’s there!"
As he spoke, Luo Feng spun around and threw a punch behind him.
POW!
The fist struck a soft palm. A soft yet powerful force was transmitted, forcing Luo Feng back two steps.
Unbeknownst to him, a graceful figure had appeared in the courtyard. She wore a fiery red dress, and her stunning figure seed ready to burst out of it. Her delicate features and eyes, like a spring pool, were filled with a captivating charm. It was none other than Yang Wanyi.
Luo Feng experienced a mont of stunned admiration but soon recovered his composure. He laughed, "Yang Wanyi, it’s late, and you’ve suddenly invaded my quarters. We’re a man and a woman alone here. Aren’t you afraid I might do sothing to you?"
Yang Wanyi’s eyes revealed a hint of surprise as she looked at Luo Feng.
She had concealed her aura earlier, intending to launch a sneak attack on Luo Feng. She hadn’t expected him to discover her.
Her rosy lips curved into a charming smile. "That depends if you have the strength," Yang Wanyi said flirtatiously.
As she spoke, Yang Wanyi’s feet moved, and she glided towards Luo Feng.
Her steps were light and agile like a night breeze, elusive, yet her speed was incredible. In the blink of an eye, she was within five steps of Luo Feng.
Luo Feng’s expression turned serious. He noticed that Yang Wanyi had suppressed her cultivation to the mid-stage of the Ninth Level Heavenly Court Realm, the sa as his own.
Is this girl trying to determine who’s stronger between us?
Luo Feng’s eyes glittered. His competitive spirit was piqued, and a fervent look in his eyes, he grinned and said, "Alright! Let’s see who is more skilled!"
Luo Feng knew that if Yang Wanyi fought with her full strength, a hundred of him would not stand a chance against her.
However, at the sa cultivation level, he was confident he wouldn’t lose to anyone.
Sky Collapse Fist!
Luo Feng stood unmoving as a mountain; he threw a simple, direct punch.
Although Yang Wanyi had suppressed her cultivation, her senses were still intact. He definitely couldn’t compete with her in terms of Qinggong, so Luo Feng decided to et her myriad changes with his own unyielding stance, countering her motion with stillness.
Upon seeing Luo Feng’s punch, Yang Wanyi’s beautiful eyes sparkled. A smile appeared on her face as she thrust out a palm to et his attack.
BANG!
When their fist and palm t, a powerful shockwave erupted, sending gusts of wind sweeping through the small courtyard. The trees rustled loudly, swaying back and forth.
Yang Wanyi’s figure swayed slightly, and she retreated half a step. Her Daii arched slightly, inwardly surprised. Luo Feng’s fist technique was more powerful than she had imagined.
"Again!" Yang Wanyi no longer held back, executing her Light Martial Arts to the extre. Her alluring figure transford into what seed like a swirling fla, circling Luo Feng as she continuously sent out palm strikes.
Luo Feng remained steadfast, circulating his Yuan Qi and countering with the Sky Collapse Fist.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG...
After a few exchanges, Luo Feng slightly furrowed his brows. His fists felt sowhat numb.
Yang Wanyi’s palm technique was extrely profound, using softness to overco hardness. Every ti they clashed, he would be jolted by his own power, putting him at a disadvantage.
"Luo Feng, looks like I’m the winner," a triumphant smile appeared on Yang Wanyi’s face. She said, looking very pleased.
"That’s yet to be decided." Luo Feng smiled faintly, his aura suddenly changing. He beca incomparably sharp, his intense keenness seeming to cut the surrounding air, which hissed in response.
"Slash!"
In their next exchange, Luo Feng locked onto Yang Wanyi, his palm forming a knife-edge as he chopped down on her right palm.
As the palm-blade t her hand, Yang Wanyi’s wrist fluttered slightly. She intended to repeat her earlier trick, using a soft force to repel Luo Feng.
However, this ti Luo Feng’s attack wasn’t repelled.
WHAM!
Yang Wanyi only felt an irresistible force assault her palm, an irresistible power that forced her back several steps.
WHOOSH!
Luo Feng didn’t allow Yang Wanyi any ti to recover. He took the initiative, unleashing a continuous barrage of palm-blade strikes, compelling Yang Wanyi to defend with all her might.
Very soon, Yang Wanyi’s advantage vanished completely. She was thrown entirely onto the defensive, forced to retreat again and again.
Yang Wanyi was both shocked and furious. She hadn’t expected Luo Feng’s strength to increase so much rely by using his palm as a blade. His palm-blade strikes were fast, accurate, and vicious, leaving almost no openings for her to exploit! It caught her completely off guard.
She had originally intended to take this opportunity to teach Luo Feng a lesson during their spar, but the situation had completely reversed.
CRACK!
Another palm-blade strike ca down. The air itself seed to part with a sharp whistling sound. Yang Wanyi swung her palm to block but was forced back again, her body colliding with a wall.
Unknowingly, the two had reached the edge of the small courtyard.
"You have lost," Luo Feng said with a faint smile, taking a step closer and cornering Yang Wanyi against the wall. He leaned down, appraising the beautiful woman before him with a grin, and said, "Shouldn’t you be fulfilling your promise now?"
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