Chapter 066: The Mysterious Youth

  Clang! The crimson fist imprint struck the furnace, the resonant sound echoing like thunder, shaking the void around them.

  "Cough, cough..." Wang Long coughed up blood repeatedly, his body collapsing to the ground. His aura had weakened to the extreme, and he was on the verge of losing consciousness.

  "Haha, what a twist of fate!" Suddenly, a maniacal laugh filled the air, dripping with venomous hatred.

  "It's Huang Li!" The crowd gasped, their eyes darting toward the source of the voice. When they saw the black-robed youth, they couldn't help but exclaim.

  "Do they have some kind of grudge?" someone whispered.

  "Remember a few days ago... Huang Li was nearly beaten to death by a black-robed man?" A burly youth glanced around and chuckled.

  "Good heavens, it's him!" The onlookers' eyes widened in realization, their admiration for Yang Tian growing.

  "This is trouble." Yang Tian clenched his fists, his expression grave. His eyes darted around, searching for an escape route. He no longer had the strength to fight.

  Huang Li walked over, glancing at the unconscious Wang Long. A chill ran down his spine, and his killing intent intensified. He turned to Yang Tian and smiled coldly. "The heavens have truly blessed me by bringing us together again."

  "So what if we meet? Don't think you can hide in your turtle shell like last time," Yang Tian retorted with a sneer.

  "Sharp-tongued brat, you're dead!" Huang Li's eyes darkened. With a stomp of his foot, his hands curled into claws, and a flurry of palm strikes surged toward Yang Tian.

  Bang! A willow-like figure darted forward, her jade hairpin flying from her hand and transforming into countless jade shadows, shattering the incoming palm strikes.

  "Well, well, it's you." Huang Li's face turned icy. A few days ago, if it hadn't been for Yun'er's intervention, he wouldn't have been beaten so badly by Yang Tian.

  "Today, I'll grant you both a romantic death," Huang Li sneered, rubbing his hands together. The Earth Spirit Ancient Bell floated above his head, and a cold laugh erupted from his lips.

  "Sigh." The onlookers sighed in the distance, witnessing the fall of a prodigy before their eyes.

  "Don't be afraid." Yang Tian gripped Yun'er's arm, glancing at the spatial jade slip in his Ancestral Dragon Ring. A fierce smile crept onto his face.

  Boom! The Earth Spirit Ancient Bell trembled, floating in the void. A surge of energy erupted, aiming to crush Yang Tian and Yun'er.

  "How dare you!"

  Suddenly, a burly figure charged forward, his rage palpable. The ground cracked beneath his feet as he barreled forward like a raging bull.

  "It's Xing Hao! Why is someone from the Thundercloud Sect here?" The crowd's attention shifted instantly. Seeing Xing Hao's furious expression, they couldn't help but murmur.

  "The black-robed man might be saved. Xing Hao must have some connection with him."

  "Brother Yang, it's Second Brother!" Yun'er patted her chest, her face lighting up with joy. Xing Hao was far stronger than her, and stopping Huang Li would be no problem for him.

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  "Haha." Yang Tian smiled, his tension easing. If he had used the spatial jade slip here, who knows where he would have ended up?

  "Damn it." Huang Li's face darkened at the sight of the newcomer. Gritting his teeth, he slapped the air, and the Earth Spirit Ancient Bell spun violently, unleashing a torrent of energy toward Yang Tian.

  "Huang Li, you've got some nerve!" Xing Hao roared. A gleaming sword shot forward, its patterns glowing brightly. A massive sword shadow materialized, slashing toward the Earth Spirit Ancient Bell.

  Clang! Sparks flew as the sword shadow struck the bell repeatedly, the sound of metal clashing echoing like thunder.

  Xing Hao dashed forward, throwing his sword into the air. As he channeled his energy into it, the patterns on the blade grew brighter.

  "Break!" Xing Hao shouted, clenching his fist. The translucent sword trembled, and with a resonant hum, hundreds of sharp sword energies erupted.

  "Bastard!" Huang Li's face turned icy. The patterns on the Earth Spirit Ancient Bell glowed brightly, shattering the incoming sword energies.

  "Let me show you my true power!" Xing Hao sneered, releasing his sword. A towering sword intent erupted, and the gleaming sword energy tore through the air, forming a river of swords.

  "Azure Blood Sword Qi, Strike the Heavens!" Xing Hao bellowed. Countless sword energies merged, solidifying into a thirty-zhang-long sword shadow that shot into the sky.

  "Damn it!" Huang Li's face paled. He hadn't expected Xing Hao to go all out so quickly. He frantically activated the Earth Spirit Ancient Bell's power, its patterns swirling rapidly.

  "Contain!" Huang Li shouted. The bell's mouth widened, and a tremendous suction force emerged, pulling the massive sword shadow into the bell.

  "Hmph." Xing Hao smirked.

  "Slash!" As his voice fell, the bell trembled violently. The sound of metal clashing echoed as the sword shadow shattered into countless gleaming swords, wreaking havoc inside the bell.

  Boom! The Earth Spirit Ancient Bell shook violently, and Huang Li was forced back, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

  "Tsk." Seeing Huang Li injured, Xing Hao rushed forward. When he saw Wang Long half-dead on the ground, he couldn't help but twitch his lips. Even he would have struggled to fight Wang Long to a standstill.

  "Are you two okay?" Xing Hao asked, relief washing over him as he saw that Yang Tian and Yun'er were unharmed.

  "We're fine, thanks to your timely arrival," Yang Tian said with a smile, swallowing a few pills to heal his injuries. Now that Yun'er had obtained the inheritance, leaving wouldn't be easy. There were undoubtedly others lurking in the shadows.

  "Second Brother, look." Yun'er walked over, extending her palm. A mysterious rune glowed on her hand, emitting a strange energy.

  "What's this?" Xing Hao frowned, then his eyes widened. "This is the Mark of Inheritance? How did you get it?"

  "I received the inheritance," Yun'er said with a playful smile, retracting the rune into her body.

  "To think the inheritance everyone's been fighting over ended up in your hands," Xing Hao said, shaking his head in disbelief.

  "Are you done chatting?" Huang Li wiped the blood from his mouth, his face dark. "You think you've won just because you got lucky?"

  "Hmph, haven't you learned your lesson? A few days ago, you were beaten to a pulp and had to hide in your turtle shell. Do you want a repeat performance?" Xing Hao sneered, his words cutting deep. Huang Li's reputation as a saint had been tarnished, and this would undoubtedly become a topic of ridicule.

  "Bastard!" Huang Li clenched his fists, his killing intent surging. He turned his head and coldly said, "Isn't it time for you to show yourself?"

  "Pathetic." A purple-robed youth stepped forward, his aura growing stronger with each step. The ground cracked beneath his feet.

  "Li Hongtao!" Yang Tian's face turned icy as he recognized the youth. A bone-chilling killing intent surged within him.

  "It's the Little Saint of the Li Family!" The crowd buzzed with excitement. Among their generation, Li Hongtao was considered one of the top talents.

  "Yang Tian, today is the day you die," Li Hongtao said, looking down at Yang Tian with a cold smile.

  "Want to kill me? You're not worthy," Yang Tian said calmly, focusing on refining the energy of the Heavenly King Treasure Heart Pill.

  "Hmph." Li Hongtao chuckled coldly, his gaze shifting to Xing Hao. "Hand over the inheritance and Yang Tian, and you can leave."

  "Such arrogance." Xing Hao stepped forward, his eyes darting behind Wang Long. "What are you hiding for? Come out."

  "Huh?" Li Hongtao frowned, following Xing Hao's gaze. When a white figure darted out from behind a rock, his expression darkened. Despite his cultivation level, he hadn't detected the presence of someone hiding there.

  The white figure moved with incredible speed, appearing before Xing Hao in an instant. The crowd gasped at the youth's agility.

  He was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with sharp features and an air of elegance. However, his inexperience was evident as he blushed under the crowd's scrutiny, scratching his head awkwardly.

  "Who is he? Look at the giant bow on his back!" someone exclaimed. The purple bow exuded an aura no less formidable than the Earth Spirit Ancient Bell, if not more so.