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Above the Arena, Aotian and Ao Yu stood opposed to each other, both filled with intense fighting spirit in their eyes.
"It seems Uncle Aotian is still on my side; the position of Young Master has been handed to me so easily," Ao Yu said with a light smile.
Aotian curled his lips into a mocking smile and replied, "One strike is all it takes to defeat you!"
"Haha, how ridiculous. It seems your confidence has inflated after breaking through to the innate level. Fine, I'll help you wake up!"
As soon as Ao Yu finished speaking, he shot towards Aotian like a cannonball. Mystical Energy surged within him, gathering in his right palm, which revealed a hint of sharpness.
Then Ao Yu struck fiercely at Aotian. The air around seemed to be torn apart by this palm strike!
"This is... Shattering Jade Palm?!"
Among the Arrogant Clan Youth, someone couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
Aotian's eyes remained as calm as still water, seemingly unconcerned about Ao Yu's Shattering Jade Palm.
"Is Aotian seeking death? Doesn't he know that when Shattering Jade Palm is unleashed, it can shatter stones and jade?"
"It seems Aotian intends to take Ao Yu's attack head-on..."
"Tch, even if Aotian has broken through to the innate level, Ao Yu is still one rank higher than him. Plus, with this Shattering Jade Palm, Aotian might not be able to withstand it."
"Indeed, Shattering Jade Palm is one of the top martial arts of the Aojia clan, ranked as a low-grade intermediate skill. This time, Aotian might be overestimating himself..."
The discussions around seemed to have no effect on Aotian, who remained calm as he watched Ao Yu's attack approach his body.
"Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish!"
With a loud shout, Ao Yu's hand, radiating a hint of sharpness, struck fiercely against Aotian's chest.
In an instant, the pristine white fabric of Aotian's clothing shattered into countless pieces, revealing his fair skin, which subtly glowed with an icy blue beneath the surface.
Yet Aotian's feet seemed rooted to the ground, and Ao Yu's strike did not make him budge an inch!
"How is this possible?!"
Gasps of disbelief echoed throughout the Arena.
In the stands, Ao Gong's eyes narrowed slightly as he coldly remarked, "Such powerful physical defense!"
Zheng Kun's gaze was dark and flickering, but there was a hint of greed in it—a desire for Aotian's Body Refinement Technique!
"I told you, defeating you requires only one move!"
Aotian's tone was filled with undeniable confidence.
"Boom!"
Then, everyone saw Aotian's Transformation Technique surge forth like a flood from within, condensing on his fist, which he then hurled towards Ao Yu's chest. Beneath the skin of that fist, a light blue hue flickered, representing the Ice Phoenix Power contained within Aotian as a result of practicing the Nine Transformations of the Divine Dragon Body.
Under the combined impact of Aotian's Transformation Technique and his terrifying physical strength, the surrounding air was violently shattered, and that punch landed solidly on Ao Yu.
Instantly, Ao Yu spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying out of the Arena. Before he could hit the ground, he had already fainted in mid-air.
"What the hell! Am I dreaming? Ao Yu really couldn't withstand even one blow from Aotian!"
"Looks like among the younger generation of the Aojia, Aotian will still dominate..."
"Well, at least Aotian's status as the Young Master is firmly established!"
"Yu!"
At that moment, a piercing cry suddenly rang out from the stands as Ao Gong shouted, his eyes glinting with a hint of bloodlust.
Upon hearing Ao Gong's voice, the surrounding martial artists fell silent. They knew that with Aotian having severely injured Ao Yu, this matter would likely not end well given Ao Gong's temperament...
" screech"
Just as everyone speculated how Ao Gong would deal with Aotian, a sudden eagle's cry echoed through Ning City like rolling thunder. Soon after, everyone saw a massive shadow enveloping the entire Arena.
"Boom"
The people in the Arena felt the ground shake violently, followed by a cloud of dust rising into the air.
A gentle breeze blew, scattering the dust. A massive male eagle appeared in everyone's sight.
The eagle spread its wings, which were about several dozen feet wide. Its entire body was a deep blue, resembling a suit of blue armor. Its gaze was sharp, piercing through the hearts of onlookers. Two claws, each about the size of a person, glimmered with a chilling light, causing unease.
"This is... the Azure Cloud Eagle?!"
A voice of astonishment came from an unknown source.
Aotian's heart jolted. An adult Azure Cloud Eagle was a Level Three Mystic Beast, equivalent to the strength of an Earth Spirit Realm Warrior.
Of course, the Azure Cloud Eagle before Aotian had not fully matured; judging by the aura it emitted, it should be a First-Level Beast, comparable to an Innate Martial Artist.
However, what truly shocked everyone was not the Azure Cloud Eagle itself but its background.
The Azure Cloud Eagle was the mount of the top force within Fengyun Nation, the Azure Cloud Sect. Only those of noble status within the Azure Cloud Sect were qualified to ride an Azure Cloud Eagle. The arrival of this Azure Cloud Eagle indicated that high-ranking officials from Qingyun Sect had descended upon Aojia!
Everyone turned their gaze to the back of the Azure Cloud Eagle and instantly saw two young figures standing majestically there.
One was a young man in his twenties, dressed in a blue robe and carrying a long sword on his back. His handsome face was filled with arrogance.
The other was a graceful young woman in a greenish-blue long dress, her black hair flowing smoothly over her shoulders. Her delicate eyebrows and lively eyes radiated incredible charm.
However, at that moment, this woman wore a frosty expression, her eyes filled with coldness. The undisguised killing intent was firmly locked onto Aotian, who stood at the edge of the Arena.
Upon seeing the woman, Aotian's face changed dramatically. He swiftly moved in front of Aotian, cleverly blocking her line of sight. A hint of an unnatural smile appeared on his somewhat weathered face as he said:
"Aoling, niece, you have become even more beautiful after so many years. I wonder what brings you back this time?"
Aoling slowly withdrew her cold gaze and said lightly, "I heard that someone injured my second and third brothers. I specifically came back to see who has such audacity!"
Her tone was arrogant, like a proud swan.
"Ling'er, you finally returned! If you hadn't come back soon, you would have to collect your second brother's body!" Ao Gong said with a pained expression.
Aoling frowned slightly and asked, "Father, was my second brother injured by that useless one?"
Aoling pointed her jade finger directly at Aotian behind Ao Gong.
"Yes..."
Then, Ao Gong recounted how Aotian had defeated Ao Yu, embellishing the story with details about how Aotian had used despicable, shameless, and malicious means to narrowly win against Ao Yu.
"Hehe, Ling'er, do you need me to drag that kid out and cripple him?" The young man standing next to Aoling immediately said to her after hearing Ao Gong's words, his eyes filled with admiration for Aoling.
"No need. I can handle this kind of useless trash myself!"
Aoling smiled lightly, then fixed her gaze back on Aotian.
Aotian's expression darkened as he stepped forward, seemingly wanting to block Aoling. However, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from the young man, violently pressing down towards Aotian.
Aotian's complexion changed; he sensed that the young man's cultivation was definitely not weaker than his own. If he were to engage in a fight with him, the outcome would likely be uncertain.
The young talents of Azure Cloud Sect are indeed formidable...
At this moment, Aotian couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
"May I ask who you are?" Aotian asked in a deep voice.
The young man smiled lightly, his expression filled with arrogance as he replied:
"I am Murong Qian, Young Master of Azure Cloud Sect!"
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