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Peng Bo felt helpless as he watched Peng Tianqi and the others spring into action. He hurried over to observe, his expression tense; he did not want his grandfather to meet the same fate as Luo Xiong, ending up dismembered.
Although Peng Tianqi, Hua Yuedao, and Yan Lianwei were formidable fighters, their teamwork was lacking. Nevertheless, being three Divine Realm warriors, Yan Xiaotian had to treat them with caution.
Yan Xiaotian excelled at using water as a weapon, so fighting on the water surface was like adding wings to a tiger for him. In contrast, for Peng Tianqi and his companions, battling on the water was a constraint. As the four of them engaged in a fierce struggle, despite the earth-shattering intensity of their fight, Peng Tianqi's trio found themselves at a disadvantage.
Yan Xiaotian's mastery over Inner Energy had reached an extraordinary level, far beyond what Peng Tianqi could compare to. The battle shifted from the water surface to nearby marshy grasslands and then into the reeds. Suddenly, Yan Lianwei found himself ensnared by an Inner Strength Silk Thread that wrapped around his thigh. Before he could react, he felt a sharp chill as the thread severed one of his legs.
Yan Lianwei's face changed dramatically as he fell into the reeds, causing Peng Tianqi and Hua Yuedao to pause momentarily. In that brief moment of hesitation, hundreds of Inner Strength Silk Threads surged towards them. Peng Tianqi and Hua Yuedao joined forces and counterattacked just in time to avert disaster.
However, with Yan Lianwei injured, their spirits were clearly dampened. After fighting for some time, they understood that continuing would lead to a fate no better than Yan Lianwei’s. Although they were also Divine Realm warriors, there was a qualitative difference between them and Yan Xiaotian. Even their Inner Strength Threads could be easily cut through by Yan Xiaotian’s Inner Strength Silk Thread.
The disparity was evident. Yan Xiaotian used his Inner Energy to weave a net and lifted the incapacitated Yan Lianwei out of the reeds. Terrified and feeling utterly helpless in the face of death, even a Divine Realm warrior like Yan Lianwei lost all sense of dignity.
“I concede! Brother Xiaotian, please don’t kill me,” Yan Lianwei pleaded.
“I can see you’re submitting with your words but not in your heart. If you want me to spare your life, your sincerity is lacking,” Yan Xiaotian replied coldly with a smile.
“I truly submit! Brother Xiaotian, whatever sincerity you need from me, I will agree to it,” Yan Lianwei hurriedly assured him.
“From now on, your Yan Family will be a vassal family of our Hongmen, pledging loyalty to us for generations. If you agree to this, I will spare your life,” Yan Xiaotian declared. His primary mission upon returning to Huaxia was to help Hongmen expand into the Huaxia market; thus, he aimed to recruit as many Huaxia families as possible.
As for establishing authority through killing—having already dealt with Luo Xiong—he believed that would be sufficient to intimidate the Huaxia Martial Arts Community as long as Hidden Sect did not intervene.
“I agree! I agree!” Yan Lianwei responded without hesitation, showing no trace of pride typical of a Martial Arts Family.
“What about you two? Do you wish to continue fighting?” Seeing how obedient Yan Lianwei was, Yan Xiaotian nodded in satisfaction before turning his gaze towards Peng Tianqi and Hua Yuedao with a grim tone.
Peng Tianqi and Hua Yuedao exchanged glances; though they felt reluctant, they did not want to end up crippled before yielding. They had personally experienced Yan Xiaotian's strength; faced with such overwhelming power, they had no chance of victory and could only choose to compromise.
When it came down to pride versus life or dignity versus family survival, it was likely that ninety-nine percent of people would choose the latter.
“We concede,” Peng Tianqi and Hua Yuedao hesitated for a long moment before finally managing to utter those words of surrender.
With those few words, all their pride as Divine Realm warriors was stripped away in an instant; they felt drained and defeated.
"It seems you are quite sensible. From now on, both the Peng Family and the Hua Family will be vassal families of Hongmen, serving it loyally for generations. You have no objections, do you?" Yan Xiaotian said with a smile, his demeanor self-satisfied. Today, he had single-handedly brought four Divine Realm experts to their knees, a feeling of exhilaration that was beyond words.
"No objections," Peng Tianqi and Hua Yuedao replied, swallowing their anger. They wished they could find a hole to hide in; today was undoubtedly the darkest and most humiliating day of their lives.
Peng Tianqi had just stepped into the Divine Realm today, thinking he had reached the pinnacle of power. Little did he expect to fall from heaven to hell so quickly, leaving him feeling an indescribable frustration.
The onlookers were dumbfounded, shocked by the scene unfolding before them. Yan Xiaotian had single-handedly made the four great families of Huaxia bow down as slaves. Such power was simply terrifying.
Seeing Peng Tianqi and the others humbled, those from the Huaxia Martial Arts community felt a deep sense of despair. If even these Divine Realm experts were reduced to such a state, what hope did they have? From this moment on, it seemed that the landscape of the Huaxia Martial Arts Community would undergo a dramatic change.
"Now, I will return the stage to you," Yan Xiaotian said as he landed on a black canopy boat with a casual smile. He had already defeated the strongest four; he had no interest in the others.
Peng Tianqi and the others returned to their painted boat. Yan Lianwei was severely injured, his thigh severed and blood gushing uncontrollably. Peng Tianqi and the others hurriedly tried to stop the bleeding.
Although Yan Xiaotian had said he would leave the stage to these Martial Artists, the earlier events had left everyone in shock. For a moment, no one dared to make a move.
Standing on the black canopy boat, Yan Xiaotian looked at the Martial Artists and said with a smile, "It seems I have overshadowed you all today. The Martial Arts Gathering is a realm for the youth; there’s no need to dwell on what just happened. I have brought some disciples from overseas this time for our Songnan Martial Arts Gathering, which is a grand event in the martial arts world. Let my disciples spar with you young talents."
As soon as Yan Xiaotian finished speaking, a young woman from one of the nearby boats stood up and said, "Master, you always say that Huaxia is full of hidden talents. Now that I am here, I must see for myself. I want to challenge them."
This young woman was a stunning blonde with blue eyes, her figure alluring and dressed provocatively. She spoke Huaxia Language fluently, as if she were a native.
"Mary, go ahead; don’t hold back," Yan Xiaotian replied with a smile before pushing her boat into the center of the water with a wave of his hand.
Mary was one of Yan Xiaotian's most valued disciples. At just twenty-eight years old, she had already cultivated Inner Energy and possessed exceptional martial talent—especially remarkable for a woman.
As they watched a young and beautiful foreign woman prepare to challenge Huaxia Martial Arts, many young men could hardly contain their eagerness to participate. However, many hesitated out of fear of Yan Xiaotian; if they were to defeat this foreign girl and upset him, they knew that no one could bear the consequences.
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