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Zhao Fangqiu glanced at Jiang Chen and noticed that he and the members of Shen Xue Men remained unmoved, standing their ground. This struck him as odd; although he couldn't hear the conversation between Li Fushi and Jiang Chen, it was clear that the people from Shen Xue Men were subtly centering around Jiang Chen. Both Li Fushi and Jiang Chen spoke with slight bows, showing great respect towards him.
Who exactly is this kid? Zhao Fangqiu's mind was filled with doubts.
"Grandpa, let's hurry up and go. Don't worry about him," Zhao Tingting urged, pulling at her grandfather.
"Have you noticed? Elder Li from Shen Xue Men shows great respect towards Xiao Jiang. This Xiao Jiang might be more significant than we imagined. Tingting, you should have been a bit more polite to him earlier," Zhao Fangqiu remarked.
"Polite? Do you really think the people from Shen Xue Men would be courteous to him for no reason? They probably just want the kind of elixir he had earlier. Once they get it, I doubt they'll bother with him again," Zhao Tingting replied dismissively.
"Tingting is right. I’ve been wondering why Shen Xue Men is involved with this ordinary kid. It turns out he has elixirs in his possession. If he has such elixirs, it’s no surprise that Guiyuan Sect would treat him with respect as well," Ma Jie added.
"That makes sense, but I wonder where he got such miraculous elixirs," Zhao Fangqiu murmured, finding clarity in the explanation.
"Let’s go, Old Zhao," Ma Jie urged.
Zhao Fangqiu and the others quickly moved behind the elders of Guiyuan Sect, each one focusing their minds and anxiously waiting.
All the sects kept their distance, watching from afar, while the members of Shen Xue Men remained beneath the cliff, naturally drawing attention.
"Doesn't Shen Xue Men think too highly of themselves? They’re just standing there without moving," someone commented, finding their behavior laughable at such a moment.
The members of Shen Xue Men stood behind Jiang Chen; seeing his calm demeanor, they too remained unfazed.
In the sky above, Ye Xiaoying swung his sword down like a divine weapon, carrying immense celestial might as it descended. The sword energy surged like a tsunami, overwhelming and crushing everything in its path. Tianlang matched this formidable presence, resembling an ancient beast with mysterious eyes and fierce fangs that shot forth wind blades continuously.
The two forces clashed with equal intensity under everyone's gaze. In that instant, even the sun seemed to dim. Tianlang roared as Sword Qi intertwined; a powerful shockwave erupted, sending grass and moss flying off the cliff. Within a hundred feet radius, not a single blade of grass remained—this shockwave was several times stronger than that created during the earlier clash between Jin Weichu and Li Fushi.
The Tianlang emblem shattered in midair as seven items associated with Tianlang fell to the ground. Jin Weichu and the other elders of Tianlang Palace felt their blood surging wildly; their Inner Energy coursed chaotically through their meridians, prompting them to sit down quickly to stabilize their breathing.
Ye Xiaoying also felt the backlash; like a kite cut from its string, he was pushed back several hundred meters before crashing against the cliff and spitting out blood. Yet a smile lingered at the corner of his mouth.
Ye Xiaoying took pride in his years of hard work; facing seven opponents alone without being completely defeated was enough to fill him with self-satisfaction.
Suddenly, there was silence in the world around them. Aside from the devastation left behind, it felt as though nothing had ever happened; even the helicopter had wisely kept its distance.
After nearly three minutes, Jin Weichu and the others finally regained their composure and stood up from the ground. Ye Xiaoying wiped away the blood from his mouth and tidied his clothes and white hair to ensure he didn't appear too disheveled.
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