Chapter 027: Shocking the Whole Arena

"That old bastard has plenty of dirty tricks." Looking at the several bloody holes in his chest, from which blood was seeping, the piercing pain constantly assaulted his mind. Yang Tian gritted his teeth, then cast his gaze onto Wang Long's gloomy face.

Wang Long was not in much better shape than Yang Tian. His clothes were tattered, his hair disheveled, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. Particularly striking was a palm print on his chest.

"How can this kid's physical body be so strong? It's almost comparable to a peak ferocious beast." Rubbing his still numb arm, Wang Long's face was full of gloom. If it had been an ordinary cultivator, he would have torn them into pulp long ago.

"Truly, heroes emerge from youth. Even if Yang Tian loses today, his reputation will soar." Hua Qi and his companion exchanged glances, their hearts filled with deep shock. If they knew that Yang Tian was only at the seventh level of Blood Refining, what would they think?

Clang!

Suddenly, a suction force emerged from Wang Long's palm, drawing the Qingyuan Sword into his hand.

"This old man has no shame, using a weapon against a junior."

"Yeah, even if he wins, it's not honorable. Yang Tian probably doesn't have a weapon, right?"

The crowd below buzzed with discussion, voices of contempt exploding continuously. Wang Long's mouth twitched fiercely, but he wasn't the type to care about face; winning was enough.

"Knowing Xiao Tian's character, he wouldn't challenge without confidence, right?" Lin Yuan's nerves were tense, a hint of anxiety in his eyes as he murmured to himself.

"He should win, right?" Clenching her fists, Hua Die's beautiful eyes were fixed on Yang Tian, a sparkle of admiration blooming in them. For some reason, she felt very confident in him.

"Brother Hua Qi, do you think the city lord will intervene? If not, I think you should step in." On the viewing platform, a person beside him suddenly said teasingly.

"Probably. The city lord wouldn't let such a genius die." Hua Qi nodded, then looked at him with surprise: "He and I have no relation; why would I offend that old bastard?"

"Tsk tsk." The person beside him suddenly let out a strange laugh, pointing at Hua Die.

"Uh... Could it be that my girl has fallen in love?" Seeing this, Hua Qi was momentarily stunned, then a strange smile curled on his face.

On the battle stage.

Yang Tian took a deep breath and murmured softly: "This old bastard really has no shame. Looks like I'll have to use my trump card."

"Yang Tian, today is your death day!" With a sharp gaze fixed on Yang Tian, Wang Long frantically poured his blood energy into the Qingyuan Sword. As the blood energy infused it, the azure light grew increasingly intense.

The sword aura was magnificent, its sharpness soaring to the sky, and a biting cold swept across the entire arena.

"Mountain-Splitting Sword Art!" The azure-light-wreathed long sword suddenly spun in the air, tracing a circular arc. The surrounding essence of heaven and earth instantly stirred, surging toward the center of the arc.

"That's a Profound-grade sword art!" Below the stage, the crowd's faces changed dramatically. Being able to draw on the essence of heaven and earth meant the sword art had been mastered.

"Tsk tsk, Brother Hua Qi, you'd better prepare to rescue him, or your daughter will be heartbroken."

"No one will take you for a mute if you don't speak." He shot a fierce glare at him, but inwardly he felt a bit expectant. With Yang Tian's achievements, he was more than qualified to be his son-in-law.

"Rumble!" The river of blood energy trembled. The blood river above Yang Tian's head gradually transformed into a blazing sun. The temperature of this area soared sharply, and waves of heat assaulted them, making the spectators below gasp.

"Tsk tsk, this is going to be interesting. Yang Tian's martial skill is no joke either."

Boom! Boom!

The gathered energy was like a ribbon. The small sword in his hand dragged an extremely狂暴 energy, and the Qingyuan Sword hummed.

"How does this little beast have such a martial skill?" His face solemn as he looked at the blazing sun above Yang Tian's head. Even from such a distance, Wang Long's skin and flesh ached faintly.

"No matter what trump card you have, you must die today!" Furiously drawing on this realm, Wang Long pushed the Mountain-Splitting Sword Art to its limit. With this sword art, he had once slain a half-step martial artist.

"Old dog, pay with your life!"

Boom! Yang Tian's fist shot out, starlight bursting forth, the blazing sun wheeled in the sky, the air crackled and popped like boiling water, boundless might spreading and surging toward Wang Long's body.

"Slash!" With a low roar, the long sword dragged a sword glow, cutting through layers of vacuum, and swept fiercely forward.

Boom, boom! Countless vacuums were shattered, even this space rippled, dazzling rays interweaving like thunder.

The battle platform shook, countless iron filings flew up, tearing gales spreading like a roaring tornado, residual energy instantly enveloping the two.

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!" The crowd below shouted, faces burning with fervor. No matter who won, Yang Tian's fame was established; he was surely the tournament's first.

The battle platform kept cracking, fissures soon spreading across the entire platform, threatening to burst apart.

As the dust settled, a giant chasm dozens of zhang wide on the platform was exposed to everyone's eyes.

"So brutal! The platform forged from Xuangang Iron has been destroyed like this!" The spectators couldn't help but gasp. Xuangang Iron was extremely hard, meeting the standard for forging blood weapons.

The aftershock quickly spread across the entire platform. Two figures were blasted dozens of zhang away. Wang Long was a miserable sight, his body covered in dense blood holes, blood streaming down, his qi and blood withered.

"Cough, cough!"

Wang Long stood up shakily, his gaze falling on Yang Tian's fallen figure, his face full of venom: "Yang Tian, you brat, you must die!"

"Bang!" Suddenly, Yang Tian's palm slammed the ground, and he leaped into the air.

"Old dog, you nearly killed my foster father. Today, pay with your life!" Yang Tian roared to the sky, his hand clenched, black hair dancing wildly without wind. At the same time, astonishing battle intent burst forth, a momentum spreading.

"Such strong battle intent!" Several li away, three men were greatly startled, their gazes fixed on Yang Tian, intense shock surging on their faces.

"If this kid doesn't die young, a strong one will be born in Qingyang Empire in the future!" The black-robed man touched his nose and suddenly smiled faintly.

"Third Brother, go back and prepare your Dulin Jade Beast!" The white-robed man chuckled.

"City Lord, I concede." Wang Long's face changed drastically. Now his qi and blood were nearly exhausted, and facing Yang Tian's surging battle intent, he couldn't muster any courage.

"Concede? Did you ask me?" Yang Tian roared in anger, fierce light shooting from his eyes as he opened and closed them. He stomped his foot, and the broken iron on the ground instantly flew up.

"Bastard!" Wang Long roared repeatedly. The City Lord clearly didn't care about his life or death. He dashed toward the edge of the platform.

Swish, swish!

Yang Tian's hand curled, a burst of force erupted, and countless iron shards shot forward.

Wang Long's body instantly halted, countless shreds of flesh flying in the air, blood splattering everywhere.

Boom! Yang Tian's figure flickered, appearing beside Wang Long. He grabbed Wang Long's arm, swung him in the air, and smashed him onto the ground.

Boom, boom, boom! Countless horrified gazes fixed on Yang Tian. The terrifying killing intent on the youth's face made their hearts tremble.

"Wang Long actually lost, even relying on a peak blood weapon!" Below the platform, a group of people stared in disbelief at Yang Tian's furious appearance, intense shock rising in their hearts.

The Star Martial Hall was completely finished, destroyed by a sixteen-year-old youth!

Yang Tian's fame would surely shake Kuangyun City in the days to come.

"What did Wang Long do to incur such wrath? To make Yang Tian so furious?" Looking at Wang Long's miserable state, Hua Qi couldn't help but shudder.

"Haha, Third Brother, you can't escape the bet now. With Big Brother as my witness..."

As he spoke, the white-robed man's mouth slowly stopped. The three turned their heads simultaneously, their gazes sweeping across the distant sky.

"The ancient aristocratic family, the Li Clan!"

The voice slowly rang out, a slight tremor in it.