Luo Tong let out a cold snort and said, "Murong Longcheng may have been the first City Lord of Tianyuan City, but at most, he was only soone at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. Yan Kuan is so magnanimous—if defeated, he wouldn’t outright kill him!"
"Indeed!"
Xu Yung nodded slightly upon hearing this, then asked with suspicion, "If it’s not Murong Longcheng, then who could it be?"
But Luo Tong wasn’t concerned in the least; instead, he stomped heavily, causing cracks to ripple across the ground. His murderous intent surged as he said, "No matter who, Murong Longcheng deserves the bla. Elders, follow to Tianyuan City at once, and see how Murong Longcheng explains himself to the sect master!"
"Yes!"
The elders responded imdiately.
...
Tianyuan City’s Murong Building.
Upon hearing that Yang Tian needed to pass through Rashamon to enter the mysterious realm, Murong Yan thought he had gone mad!
"Impossible!"
"Let alone the fact that the number of spots Rashamon allocates for entry into the mystical realm is limited—it’s not sothing you can just acquire. Not only that, you killed Yan Kuan—one of Rashamon’s finest disciples. There’s no way they’d consent to any of your requests!" Murong Yan said coldly.
But Yang Tian simply smiled and said, "Who said I would ask them?"
"No request? Then how do you plan to enter the mystical realm through Rashamon?" Murong Yan asked suspiciously.
Yang Tian, standing with his hands resting on his shoulders, smiled faintly and said, "Naturally, they will willingly provide what I want. If they don’t, then Rashamon has no right to exist."
"Provide willingly?"
"No right to exist?"
Upon hearing Yang Tian’s words, Murong Yan nearly burst into laughter!
She had seen arrogant people before, but never soone so utterly audacious!
Rashamon—what is it?
It was one of the Four Great Sects established four hundred years ago. Even now, though its status has been supplanted by Shenjian Gate due to its decline, it’s still said that a lean cal is bigger than a horse.
Murong Yan knew Rashamon well—Rashamon had three elders, each of whom was as wise as the granny.
"How dare you!"
When Luo Tong ascended with a murderous aura to exact vengeance at Yuan City, Mo Longyan imdiately sneered and shouted, "Luo Wang, do not forget that Yuan City is not your Rashamon’s Yuan City. And the Northern Region is not your Rashamon’s Northern Region either!"
As soon as the words fell, the three Rashamon elders, led by Elder Xu, imdiately turned cold-eyed toward Murong Yan, preparing to act.
But Luo Tong stopped them with a single hand. Smirking, he looked at Murong Yan and said, "They say Murong Longcheng raised a particularly clever woman in Murong Building—a woman who reveres the Divine Sword Sect since childhood. That must be you?"
"Yes! I am a disciple of the Divine Sword. Murong Yan sits proudly beneath the elder’s throne of the Divine Sword Sect!" Murong Yan proclaid arrogantly.
But Luo Tong remained unfazed by Murong Yan’s affiliation with the Divine Sword Sect. Instead, he chuckled mockingly and said, "The Divine Sword Sect? Oh, my Rashamon can’t possibly compare, huh? Well, the sect master knows it well! But as long as your master doesn’t kill you, let alone learn from Tianyuan City, he will destroy the other mbers of your Murong Family. Do you think Shenjian Gate would dare trouble the sect master? Or do you believe your master would dare challenge mine?"
Upon hearing these words, Murong Yan’s expression imdiately changed!
She realized that Luo Tong had co to seek vengeance for Yan Kuan against Yang Tian.
Still, after all, it was Yan Kuan who died at the hands of the Murong Family. To prevent Luo Dun from targeting her father and others, Murong Yan revealed her affiliation with Shenjian Gate, hoping to instill fear in Luo Dun!
But clearly, Luo Dun understood the Divine Sword Sect far better than she did!
Shenjian Gate stood as one of the Four Great Sects, second only to three others, ruling the entire Northern Territory with imnse strength.
But Tianyuan City’s importance in the Northern Region was trivial. Murong Yan herself, a re disciple of Shenjian Gate, was as insignificant as Tianyuan City itself.
Even her master, the elder of the Spiritual Sword, only possessed late-stage Divine power. Among the elders of the Divine Sword Sect, he commanded little respect.
Thus, even if Luo Tong refrained from harming Murong Yan, killing everyone in Tianyuan City—even annihilating other mbers of the Murong Family—Shenjian Gate likely wouldn’t bat an eye!
This was the sorrow of the weak!
Thinking of this, Murong Yan grew even more resentful toward Yang Tian!
If it hadn’t been for him killing Yan Kuan without understanding the consequences, how would they have ended up in this situation today?
Murong Longcheng, strictly speaking, had been the ruler of Tianyuan City for so many years, maintaining a semblance of peace. He didn’t react chaotically to Luo Tong’s words and actions but imdiately clasped his hands respectfully and said, "This little girl has been spoiled by since childhood and can be a bit impudent. I humbly ask the sect master to forgive her offense!"
"Ha! Murong Longcheng, don’t feed that nonsense!"
Luo Tong sneered and said, "Yan Kuan—how could he have died at my Rashamon’s doorstep? Quickly, co clean."
"This... it was..." Murong Longcheng stamred.
Lacking the courage to conceal anything under Luo Tong’s oppressive gaze, he revealed how Yan Kuan had provoked Yang Tian, enraging him, only to be killed by Yang Tian’s own hand.
Hearing Murong Longcheng’s account, Luo Dun’s murderous aura beca visibly fiercer.
Especially when Murong Longcheng ntioned Yang Tian’s unflinching "kill," Luo Tong’s entire face grew as cold as ice. His voice turned sinister as he roared, "Kill one of my finest? Good! This sect master is eager to see where this brat nad Yang stands. Did he think Rashamon was so beneath him?"
One elder stepped forward and imdiately said, "Sect master, allow to seize that child for you."
With a statent, the elder recalled hearing word about Yang Tian’s actions from Murong Longcheng earlier. He moved step by step into the room where Yang Tian was and extended his hand.
Suddenly, as his palm thrust forward, the overwhelming True Elent surging from his body transford into a massive, blood-red hand that blocked out the sky and sun, gripping toward the room.
Boom!
Under such forceful grip, not just the room itself, but most of Murong’s estate crumbled instantly, collapsing into ruins as it buckled under the mighty pressure of the True Elent.
"My ho!"
Seeing the destruction of Murong’s residence, Xie Dong cried out.
Murong Longcheng rely shook his head silently.
To Murong Longcheng, if destroying one estate could quench Rashamon’s anger, it was a ager price to pay—not even worth ntioning!
As for whether Yang Tian lived or died, Murong Longcheng held little interest.
In his view—even if Yang Tian did have so abilities—he wasn’t worth the trouble.
"That... that’s the mark of a truly reckless man!"
Who knows how much ti had passed.
The enormous blood-red hand gradually faded away, leaving Rashamon’s elder sprawled across the ground, utterly defeated.
The watching mbers of Murong Family couldn’t help but sigh softly.
Murong Yan’s wide-open eyes were filled with an expression of shock and disbelief.
Just like the other gazes of lantation!
This was the mark of a reckless man—not soone magnanimous or asured!
Though Yang Tian had ruthlessly killed Yan Kuan as if squashing an ant, that only proved his strength to be comparable to a top-tier figure in the Nascent Soul stage!
But looking at the current situation?
The powerful elder of the Rashamon Sect, once feared across the land, was utterly powerless before Yang Tian, defeated by a re strike.
This left Murong Yan feeling as though she was trapped in a dream!
Because she knew that Yang Tian’s palm strike—even if her master wielded the Spiritual Sword himself—might not have been able to produce such overwhelming force!
From this perspective, Yang Tian’s earlier arrogance wasn’t baseless—it was rooted in absolute confidence in his power!
How could this be possible?
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