Chapter 029: Endless Fury

Li Xuan was stunned for a few breaths, his expression instantly freezing, then a bone-chilling coldness spread across his handsome face as he slowly said, “You are Yang Tian?”

Whoosh!

The entire crowd erupted in uproar, staring at Yang Tian in disbelief, wondering how such a prodigy could know him.

“Could this kid have offended Li Xuan?” The white-robed man’s mouth fell open. If so, even the Great Chief might not be able to protect him—few dared to provoke the dignity of an ancient aristocratic family.

“I think so.” After a few moments of silence, the black-robed man spoke slowly, a sense of admiration in his heart. In such a state, to still admit his name was Yang Tian—that was something he himself could not do.

“What, don’t recognize me?” Shrugging, Yang Tian stared fixedly at Li Xuan, a cold sneer hanging on his youthful face, while a chilling murderous intent surged in his eyes.

“Haha, you really are Yang Tian! Haha, your entire family is dead, and you’re still alive! Haha!” Li Xuan suddenly threw his head back and laughed, a wave of exhilaration rising in his heart.

“So that’s how it is. Little Tian, you’ve suffered.” Looking at Yang Tian’s expressionless face, Lin Yuan felt a pang of grief. The mystery that had troubled him for years, which he never dared to ask, was finally revealed—now he knew how much Yang Tian had endured.

“This is trouble. That man riding the strange beast must have a grudge against Yang Tian.” Lin Yuan clasped his hands together, his eyes filled with unease…

“Big brother, what’s going on?” the white-robed man asked, confusion in his eyes.

“Sigh, don’t ask. Let’s see if Yang Tian can survive first.” The black-robed man sighed, seeming to know something about the Yang family’s affairs.

A trace of coldness flickered in Yang Tian’s eyes as he spoke coldly: “You’re very happy, aren’t you? Back then, my big brother suppressed you in fights, and now you feel elated, don’t you? You think you’re so capable?”

A piercing pain struck his heart. In those days, the Yang family was only slightly weaker than the Li family, and being neighbors, they had long maintained good relations, even intermarrying multiple times.

Over eight years ago, when the people of Longyang launched a massive invasion, the changes in the Yang family must have been noticed by the Li family. If they had been willing to lend a hand, the Yang family would not have fallen to such a state.

But even as Yang Tian was sent into the spatial passage, and most of his clan members lay dead, the Li family still did not appear. Yang Tian had always hoped they would come, but they never did.

Yang Tian hated the Li family to the bone, yet a small patch of purity remained in his heart—a purity that had troubled him for eight years.

“Yang Tian, I see you really aren’t afraid of death!” Li Xuan grinned ferociously, all the unpleasant memories of his childhood flooding back. Back then, Yang Ba was exceptionally talented, barely able to contend with the Li family’s heir apparent.

Li Xuan had been arrogant since childhood, often sparring with the Yang family, but he had suffered many defeats at Yang Ba’s hands, often ending up bruised and swollen.

“My life and death are not for you to control.” Yang Tian sneered, his gaze sweeping over the graceful figure in the air, a trace of hatred flashing in his eyes. He spoke coldly: “Li Qingxue, I didn’t expect to run into you today. You’ve changed quite a bit over the years.”

Each cold word struck Li Qingxue’s heart. She stared blankly at Yang Tian, unable to lift her proud demeanor in the face of his hate-filled eyes.

“Yang Tian, you… are you alright?”

“Alright? Thanks to you, I’m very well, very well indeed.” Yang Tian laughed bitterly, his eyes filled with anger and sorrow.

Gazing at Yang Tian’s twisted young face, she clasped her hands together, memories of her and Yang Tian flooding back. She had not kept the promise they made back then, and Li Qingxue’s heart was filled with extreme unease, a growing sense of panic.

“Yang Tian, shut up!” Glaring at Yang Tian, Li Xuan’s murderous intent surged. The thorn buried in his heart had been pulled out again, and he was now determined to kill Yang Tian.

“I almost forgot—do you still think you’re the young master you once were? Now you’re not even fit to hold my shoes! You haven’t even broken through to the Martial Artist realm! What right do you have? What right do you still have!”

As his words fell, a terrifying blood energy burst forth from Li Xuan’s body, each strand fierce and violent, like a beam of light pressing down on Yang Tian.

“Yang Tian, if you can withstand a fraction of my power, I won’t kill you today. If you can’t, then die!” A cold gaze swept over Yang Tian, and Li Xuan grinned ferociously.

“Li Xuan, what are you doing?” By now, she too had noticed Yang Tian’s cultivation level, surprise flickering in her eyes, and she quickly spoke.

“Qingxue, remember your status, and his status. Even if I don’t kill him, do you think the clan elders will spare him? The family’s prestige will be ruined by him, do you understand?” Glancing at Li Qingxue, Li Xuan said in a low voice meant only for her ears.

As the pressure increased, Yang Lin’s face remained expressionless, but a chill rose in his heart. He glanced at the spatial jade slip in the Ancestral Dragon Ring and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Status.” Li Qingxue stared blankly at the youth struggling to resist, her eyes flickering intensely.

“Damn it, that bitch is still thinking about him! Yang Tian, you will die today!” Watching Li Qingxue’s hesitation, Li Xuan roared inwardly, his murderous intent surging wildly.

The oppressive pressure surged again, and the overbearing aura continuously emanating from him made Yang Lin feel as if a towering mountain range was slowly breaking through the ground.

The vast pressure climbed higher and higher, and the faces of those around them changed drastically as they fled far away, afraid of getting into trouble.

Li Xuan's face twisted savagely as he stepped forward step by step, his fierce blood energy bursting forth. A cerulean light was about to solidify above Yang Tian's head into an inverted river, while sharp energy surged relentlessly.

Boom!

With each step, his blood energy twisted the vacuum, and the emanating aura made people's hearts tremble. Yang Tian felt as if Li Xuan were a blazing furnace, the heat waves crashing against his flesh, making him feel as if he were about to burn.

"Eh? Still holding on." Surprised, Li Xuan's face couldn't maintain its composure. The already intense pressure surged again, and at the same time, a sharp aura began to stir.

"Pfft, pfft." Yang Tian's skin split open, and he spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

"What kind of world is this? Perhaps only absolute power qualifies one to survive." Glancing at Li Qingxue, who had resumed her usual cold demeanor, the last shred of hope Yang Tian had for the Li family was utterly shattered, leaving only endless coldness and a murderous intent toward the Li family.

"Still holding on." Li Xuan's gaze was cold and fierce. He stamped his foot, and the air in that space was violently compressed, the pressure surging again.

"Crack!"

Bones were cracking. Yang Tian gritted his teeth and persisted, his stubborn little face startling Li Xuan.

"Bastard! Who are they!" Lin Yuan roared, his eyes filled with pain and helplessness, but his body was firmly held down by the black-robed man.

"If you rush over, you'll only cause him trouble. Stay put." A trace of sorrow welled up in the man's eyes as he barked.

At that moment, Lin Yuan remembered Yang Tian's words and stopped struggling. He knelt on the ground, utterly powerless, silently praying for Yang Tian.

"You cannot step into the martial path... never step into the martial path, never..."

A mysterious voice suddenly pierced his mind. Yang Tian's gaze went blank, and he murmured, "I cannot step into the martial path..."

"That's fine. Being an ordinary person is better than dying. Some things are not meant for you, especially given our current status..." Sensing that Li Xuan was using a secret technique, Li Qingxue slowly closed her eyes, her expression icy. She was the saintess of the Li family, noble and aloof, and naturally could not stoop.

At that moment, several figures flashed through Yang Lin's mind, all looking at him.

One of them, a middle-aged beautiful woman, lovingly stroked Yang Tian's little head: "Xiao Tian, remember this: never come back, never come back."

"Mother, Xiao Tian will take revenge. Xiao Tian will find them and take revenge. I won't give up." At that time, Yang Tian was eight years old, and the hatred in his eyes was etched into his bones.

"Well said." A majestic man walked over slowly, his jet-black eyes fixed on Yang Tian as he barked, "You are a son of the Yang family. A son of the Yang family, even if he sheds his last drop of blood, must slay the invading enemy. The clan's vengeance can only be washed away with the enemy's blood!"

"Father, I will do it. Trust Xiao Tian, I will..."

"Remember this: never seek them out until you unlock the Ancestral Dragon Ring. The only bloodline of the Yang family now, besides your elder brother, is you. You must unlock it. As long as our souls haven't dissipated, it means we are not dead yet."

"Go, unlock the Ancestral Dragon Ring!"

Boom!

Yang Tian's mind snapped back, his back covered in cold sweat. He took a deep breath, a trace of ferocity flashing in his eyes.

"Li Xuan, trying to destroy my conviction? My will is not something you can shake. If you have the ability, use it all! I'll remember you. Even if you're from an ancient aristocratic family, I will surely slay you!" Yang Tian roared in his heart.

"Good, good. It seems you are destined to die today!"

Sensing Yang Tian's martial will, Li Xuan was filled with rage. He stomped his foot, and thousands of sharp auras burst forth from his body, causing countless vacuums to explode.

"Alas, I finally got my hands on a treasure, and now I have to use it." Rubbing the corner of his robe, just as Yang Tian was about to crush the space jade slip, a rough voice suddenly exploded.

"The Li family of the Ancient Wasteland, how insolent. The Qingyang Empire is not a place for you to run wild."

As the voice thundered, a black figure in the distance strode through the air, covering ten li in a single breath. Space shattered continuously, and in just three breaths, he arrived beside Yang Tian.

The black-clad man's cold eyes fixed on Li Xuan, purple light shooting from his gaze as his terrifying pressure climbed bit by bit.

"Striding through the air—a War King powerhouse!" Yang Tian exclaimed.