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Peng Bo felt helpless as he watched Peng Tianqi and the others spring into action. He rushed over to observe, his expression tense; he did not want his grandfather to end up like Luo Xiong, with a body that could not be recognized.
Peng Tianqi, Hua Yuedao, and Yan Lianwei were formidable fighters, but unfortunately, their teamwork was lacking. Nevertheless, being three Divine Realm experts meant that Yan Xiaotian had to treat them with caution.
Yan Xiaotian excelled at using water as a weapon, so fighting on the water's 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. The four of them were locked in a fierce struggle; despite the earth-shattering intensity of their fight, Peng Tianqi's trio could not gain any advantage.
Yan Xiaotian's mastery over Inner Energy had reached an extraordinary level, far beyond what Peng Tianqi could compare to. The battle transitioned from the water's surface to nearby wet grasslands and then into the reeds. Suddenly, Yan Lianwei found himself ensnared by an Inner Strength Silk Thread wrapped around his thigh. Before he could react, he felt a cold sensation as the thread severed one of his legs.
Yan Lianwei's face turned pale as he collapsed into the reeds, causing Peng Tianqi and Hua Yuedao to momentarily freeze in shock. In that brief moment of hesitation, hundreds of Inner Strength Silk Threads suddenly attacked. Peng Tianqi and Hua Yuedao combined their efforts to fend off the assault, narrowly escaping disaster.
However, with Yan Lianwei injured, they clearly lost their will to fight. After battling for some time, they understood that if they continued, their fate would be no better than Yan Lianwei's. Although they were also Divine Realm experts, there was a significant qualitative difference between them and Yan Xiaotian. Even with their own Inner Strength Threads, Yan Xiaotian's Inner Strength Silk Thread could easily cut through theirs.
The disparity was evident. Yan Xiaotian used his Inner Energy to weave a net around the fallen Yan Lianwei and lifted him into the air. Terrified and desperate in the face of death, even a Divine Realm expert like Yan Lianwei lost all sense of dignity.
"I concede! Brother Xiaotian, please do not kill me," Yan Lianwei pleaded.
"I see you are submissive in words but not in 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 you ask for in sincerity, I will agree to," Yan Lianwei quickly responded.
"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 main task upon returning to Huaxia was still to help Hongmen expand into the Huaxia market; thus, he aimed to recruit as many families from Huaxia as possible.
As for establishing authority through murder—having already killed Luo Xiong—this would be enough to intimidate the Huaxia Martial Arts Community as long as the Hidden Sect remained silent.
"I agree! I agree!" Yan Lianwei hastily affirmed without hesitation, showing no trace of the pride expected from a Martial Arts Family.
"And 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 toward Peng Tianqi and Hua Yuedao, his tone darkening.
Peng Tianqi and Hua Yuedao exchanged glances; although they felt reluctant, they did not want to end up with a severed leg before yielding. They had personally experienced Yan Xiaotian's strength; in the face of absolute power, they had no chance of winning and were left with no choice but 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 moment before finally admitting defeat after several attempts to speak.
These words stripped away all their pride as Divine Realm experts; in an instant, they felt drained of spirit and energy, utterly defeated.
"You're quite perceptive. From now on, both the Peng Family and the Hua Family will be vassals of Hongmen, loyal to it for generations. You have no objections, do you?" Yan Xiaotian smiled, his demeanor self-satisfied. Today, he had single-handedly defeated four Divine Realm experts, a feeling of exhilaration 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, believing he had reached the pinnacle of power. Little did he know that he would fall from heaven to hell so quickly. The frustration in his heart was indescribable.
The onlookers were dumbfounded, shocked by the scene before them. Yan Xiaotian had made the four major families of Huaxia bow down as slaves with his own strength—such power was truly terrifying.
Seeing Peng Tianqi and the others humbled, the members of Huaxia Martial Arts felt a chill in their hearts. If even these Divine Realm experts were so subdued, what hope did they have? From now on, it seemed that the landscape of the Huaxia Martial Arts Community would undergo a dramatic change.
"Now, I’ll return the stage to you," Yan Xiaotian said as he landed on a black canopy boat with a casual smile. Having already defeated the strongest four, he looked down on everyone else and felt no need to pay them any mind.
Peng Tianqi and the others returned to their painted boat, where Yan Lianwei was severely injured; his thigh had been severed, blood gushing like a fountain. 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've overshadowed you all today. The Martial Arts Gathering is meant for the youth; there's no need to dwell on what just happened. I have brought some disciples from overseas this time; let them spar with you young talents at the Songnan Martial Arts Gathering, which is a grand event in our Martial Arts World."
As soon as Yan Xiaotian finished speaking, a young woman from another black canopy boat stood up and said, "Master, you've always said that Huaxia is full of hidden talents. Now that I'm here, I must experience it firsthand. I'm going out to challenge them."
This 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 only 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 join in. However, many hesitated out of fear of Yan Xiaotian; if they defeated this foreign girl and displeased him, the consequences would likely be unbearable for anyone involved.
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