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“Strongest Eight-Year-Old Divine Ancestor ... ”
“Tang Chuan, right?”
“Aren't you quite arrogant?”
“Didn’t you want to force me to make a move?”
“What’s wrong? Is this all you can handle?”
“Is that it? You’re not even a match!”
Ximen Piaopiao’s domineering voice echoed continuously around the Celestial Martial Arena, resonating through the void, causing countless people nearby to fall silent.
He claimed that Tang Chuan, at the peak of the Mystic Immortal Realm, was no match at all!
But is Tang Chuan really that weak?
Across the entire Sword Cloud Star, there might be no more than a handful of individuals at the same level who could suppress Tang Chuan.
Yet, at this moment, despite being strong, Tang Chuan was being utterly overwhelmed by someone at the late stage of Profound Immortal cultivation.
Moreover, Tang Chuan had long lost the calm demeanor he once had.
On the contrary, he now appeared somewhat disheveled.
The headband atop his head had long been severed by the powerful attack of Ximen Piaopiao.
His hair fell down, and his clothes were tattered, shredded by the onslaught of sword energy.
The sword energy pierced his skin, staining his collar with fresh blood.
His handsome face now bore a hint of pallor.
Even the corners of his mouth had begun to spill crimson blood.
"Enough!"
At this moment, the Tang Family Head's expression was extremely grim, his fists clenched tightly. A powerful aura surged from him as he directed a fierce gaze towards the Celestial Martial Arena, shouting out loudly.
If it weren't for the two Celestial Kings stationed within the Celestial Sky Palace, he might have already lost control and personally ascended to the Celestial Martial Arena to strike down this child with a single blow.
"Enough?"
Above the Celestial Martial Arena, a cold smile appeared on Ximen Piaopiao's face, tinged with mockery.
Yet his movements did not cease; in fact, his attacks grew even more ferocious, as if to respond directly to the Tang Family Head.
"Boom——!!!"
Finally, under the fierce assault of Ximen Piaopiao, Tang Chuan could no longer withstand the pressure.
He was sent flying, his body plummeting from mid-air as he spat out mouthfuls of blood.
However, Ximen Piaopiao's figure moved like lightning, appearing right beside Tang Chuan. With a swift kick, he sent Tang Chuan's body crashing into the center of the Celestial Martial Arena.
"It's not over yet; we continue!"
Earlier, Tang Chuan had treated Wu Qiuyang and Heng Yuzhu in this manner, so now Ximen Piaopiao felt justified in returning the favor to Tang Chuan in the same way.
"Damn, he's really fearless!"
Below the Celestial Martial Arena, Ye Fan looked at Ximen Piaopiao, feeling somewhat speechless.
It was clear that Tang Chuan's father, the head of the Tang family, was furious and itching to personally step into the Celestial Martial Arena to take revenge.
Yet Ximen Piaopiao showed no signs of backing down, seemingly disregarding the head of the Tang family entirely.
Where did his confidence come from?
This only further confirmed Ye Fan's earlier suspicions.
It seemed that this brother Ximen, whom he had met by chance, was not as simple as he appeared.
He would never be able to ignore the existence of the Tang Family Head like this.
Of course, there was another possibility.
That was unless Ximen Piaopiao had truly been provoked by Tang Chuan and had lost her rationality.
But compared to the latter, Ye Fan believed more in the former.
"Seeking death!"
Seeing that Ximen Piaopiao not only did not stop but instead became even more domineering, the killing intent emanating from the Tang Family Head became unrestrained, disregarding the two Celestial Kings present in the Celestial Sky Palace.
He stepped forward, intending to head towards the Celestial Martial Arena and personally deal with this madwoman, Ximen Piaopiao.
If he didn’t take her down, then it would likely be his son, Tang Chuan, who would suffer!
"Stop him."
The voice of the Jade Spring Sword Immortal sounded somewhat cold as it reached Wu Mo's ears.
Wu Mo immediately stood up, taking a step that crossed hundreds of feet in an instant, appearing right in front of the Tang Family Head to block his path.
"Tang Xian, what do you intend to do?" Wu Mo's tone carried a hint of sharpness.
Tang Xian was the name of the Tang Family Head.
Seeing Wu Mo blocking his path, Tang Xian did not retreat. His expression was cold as he said, "This boy is exceedingly arrogant. To humiliate my son, Tang Chuan, in such a manner, I will personally take action to deal with him."
Wu Mo's voice grew even colder, carrying an undertone of pressure as he replied, "Deal with him? Do you think this is just any place? This is the Famous Sword Festival; you can't simply do as you wish, Tang Xian. What do you take my Famous Sword Sect for?"
Everyone had witnessed Tang Chuan's previous actions.
Now, being beaten like a drowned dog by Ximen Piaopiao was merely a consequence of his own making.
Thus, there was no trace of sympathy on Wu Mo's face.
"You..."
Tang Xian felt stung by Wu Mo's words but found himself unable to retort.
His face turned an even darker shade; he could sense the pressure in Wu Mo's tone.
Wu Mo continued, "Tang Xian, I advise you to go back! Since it was your son Tang Chuan who provoked this situation first, it would be wise for you to observe the developments quietly now."
"If you wish to act recklessly like your son Tang Chuan, I suggest you think carefully about it."
The Tang family was indeed a prominent clan in Famous Sword City, their strength should not be underestimated. If they acted impulsively and angered those two Celestial King Realm beings within Sky Palace, it would only lead to their own destruction.
Wu Mo couldn't help but remind the Tang Family Head, glancing up at the Celestial Sky Palace as if to urge him to think twice before proceeding.
Seeing Wu Mo's gaze directed at the Celestial Sky Palace, the Tang Family Head's heart sank heavily.
His imposing aura weakened slightly.
However, when his eyes fell upon Ximen Piaopiao in the Celestial Martial Arena, the murderous intent within him showed no signs of diminishing.
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and his expression relaxed.
He had spotted a figure stepping forward, boldly entering the Celestial Martial Arena.
"Wenshan Zhensong..."
A flicker of surprise crossed the Tang Family Head's eyes; he hadn't expected Wenshan Zhensong to intervene on behalf of his son, Tang Xian.
Good. Now that Wenshan Zhensong had stepped onto the Celestial Martial Arena, how could Ximen Piaopiao continue to act recklessly?
"Brother Chuyan, thank you! The Tang family owes you a favor this time, and we will certainly come bearing gifts to express our gratitude in the future," the Tang Family Head said, no longer worried. He turned his gaze toward the Wenshan Family's camp and cupped his hands in respect to one of the Gray-Robed Elders.
The Gray-Robed Elder, with his white hair and deep-set eyes, merely nodded lightly in response to the Tang Family Head's words.
The Tang Family Head said no more and turned back.
As Wenshan Zhensong stepped into the Celestial Martial Arena, he immediately clashed with Ximen Piaopiao in a flash of movement.
He did not draw his sword; however, upon entering the Celestial Martial Arena, he seemed to transform into a sword himself.
His entire being was enveloped in countless Sword Lights, as if thousands of swords were returning to their origin, moving gracefully and radiantly, exuding an overwhelming presence.
With just one strike, he sent Ximen Piaopiao staggering backward!
Then, he pressed forward step by step, accompanied by the myriad Sword Lights, once again forcing Ximen Piaopiao back.
Ye Fan observed the Celestial Martial Arena and felt the momentum emanating from Wenshan Zhensong.
His brows furrowed slightly, and in an instant, his figure transformed into an afterimage and vanished from sight.
The next moment, when he reappeared, he was also within the Celestial Martial Arena.
Without hesitation, the power within his Ninefold Celestial Platform surged forth at that moment, erupting with a sound like crashing waves.
A brilliant and fierce Sword Light coalesced before him, as tangible as reality itself. With a single finger pointed out, it shot through the air toward Wenshan Zhensong.
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