Chapter 392: Li Qingxue, Yang Tian!

The Barren Ancient Li Family, a force occupying a vast territory spanning billions of li around Tianmo City, was a veritable lion, with hundreds of affiliated clans.

As a family that had endured for nearly ten thousand years in the Eastern Continent, their ancestral lands were guarded by an Emperor-level powerhouse, and they possessed a rare treasure land, ensuring lasting prosperity that could be called eternal.

It was said that ten thousand years ago, the Li Family produced a figure who shook the ages, whose cultivation pierced the heavens and the earth, passing down a powerful bloodline that allowed descendants to thrive.

Though the Li Family had declined, they still boasted countless genius disciples; several branches were guarded by mighty experts, and there were even reclusive elders.

But since Yang Tian began to rise, sweeping through his peers and nearly crushing the younger generation of the Li Family, his growth was evident to all the Li juniors.

From being unable to withstand even a trace of Li Xuan's aura, in just a few years, Yang Tian had Li Xuan struck dead by the lightning tribulation he himself triggered, and even seized the Rebirth Pill.

One branch of the Li Family lost two highly talented individuals in succession, and a War Emperor was slain during the last siege against Yang Tian and Yang Ba. A mighty expert died in the primeval forest last time—outsiders might not know, but the Li Family's high echelons were shaken to the core!

Two terrifying divine weapons, both in the hands of Yang Tian and his companion, had thoroughly aroused the Li Family's greed. The entire Li Family harbored deep hatred for Yang Tian, and the elders were especially furious.

From a youth whom anyone could humiliate, Yang Tian had now cost the Li Family five War Emperors! One mighty expert, and with the killing formation Yang Tian set up last time, that made two mighty experts!

The Li Family ancestor was already burning with rage; two days ago in the primeval forest, a half-step Emperor-level figure had suffered hidden injuries, greatly diminishing his vitality.

The Li Family had also lost most of its experts, truly damaging its core, losing all prestige, and becoming a laughingstock in many hearts.

Yang Tian's achievements were evident to all; his fame had spread to major powers in the Central Continent. He had risen abruptly, recently even winning the title at the Alchemy Conference, astonishing prodigies from all clans!

This invincible youth, once predicted to die at the hands of some clan's young talents as a stepping stone, was now thriving, his whereabouts mysterious, and he held many secrets unknown to outsiders.

At this moment, the Li Family felt a sense of vindication. Yang Tian, who had been as slippery as a loach, had finally been caught with a handle. Now, a thousand-zhang battle platform had been erected in Tianmo City!

It was an open area tens of thousands of zhang wide. Looking around, on both sides were figures of immense power from the Eastern Continent, over a thousand in number, all seated in chairs, silent. But the oppressive atmosphere spreading made even some juniors tremble.

The experts who came this time outnumbered those at the Alchemy Conference, all families with a say in the Eastern Continent. Far in the distance were spectators, a dense crowd of bobbing heads, numerous but not daring to approach too closely.

Around the square were young disciples of the Li Family, standing in rows, their robes fluttering. Each young disciple was formidable, their internal aura extremely potent, drawing sidelong glances from many major powers.

At the front of the battle platform were newly built steps, paved with purple-gold jade, emitting a dazzling purple light, sparkling like crystal.

Above these steps sat a dozen or so old men, surrounded by swirling mist, hazy and indistinct, with terrifying auras spreading, fearfully chilling.

Among these dozen figures, two were dressed in black, exuding a gloomy aura, their faces pale, as if they had emerged from the underworld, making people dare not look up.

The Li Family elders beside them treated these two with great respect. These Li Family figures were led by a white-robed old man with a sickly complexion. He was Li Cheng, who had not fully recovered from his duel with the Golden Divine Lion and had developed a chronic ailment.

"That little beast, I wonder if he dares to come today?" At this moment, a venomous look appeared in Li Cheng's eyes as he growled inwardly. Having been tricked last time and gaining nothing, now with severely depleted vitality, he harbored deep resentment toward Yang Tian.

Below Li Cheng was a woman in white, with a unique temperament, slightly raised willow brows, a face glowing with a lustrous sheen, and when her eyes moved, a captivating light danced within.

The aura contained within this woman was formidable; she could barely suppress it, and the occasional trace that leaked out made many elders feel ashamed. She was Li Qingxue!

Not far to Li Qingxue's right was a young man in black, thin, with thin lips and an aquiline nose. He was resting with his eyes closed, but a faint, cold aura like a venomous snake emanated from him, making people's hair stand on end.

Beside Li Qingxue stood a young man of twenty-one or twenty-two, dressed in white, looking somewhat refined, with a gentle smile always on his face and very handsome features.

This white-clad young man's aura was completely concealed, not a trace leaking out. He stood with his hands behind his back, his bearing transcendent. The Li Family elders occasionally glanced at him, a hint of pride visible in their eyes.

The entire venue was extremely quiet. On both sides were formidable powers; not far from the steps were the top forces of the Eastern Continent, mostly from the younger generation, their auras terrifying. It was said that even the divine sons of the three Holy Lands had come.

"Will Brother Yang come?" Amid a group of terrifying figures, a girl in green stood. Her face was very ordinary, but she exuded a spiritual aura that was quite inconsistent with her appearance.

At this moment, she was looking around, anxiety flashing in her eyes. The several terrifying figures around her guarded her closely, showing how much they valued her.

Like her, many were concerned whether this invincible figure from the Eastern Continent, peerless at the same level, would come to the challenge today. Many who had placed bets hoped Yang Tian would not come.

That way, they would gain a considerable fortune for nothing, especially the two hundred drops of divine liquid, which made people green with envy.

"That little lady's appearance isn't bad..." Far away, two youths were whispering furtively. The fat one scratched his messy, nest-like hair and muttered, looking at the woman standing proudly on the platform.

"This woman's cultivation should have broken through; her aura is unstable, clearly just recently broken through," said Xiao Ji beside him, grinding his white teeth softly.

"I just wonder if Yang Tian has broken into the War King realm; otherwise, it might be troublesome," the fat one said, pursing his lips.

The sun hung high. When a ray of brilliant sunlight fell upon the battle platform, at that moment, a faint sound of footsteps gradually broke the calm of the venue.

At this moment, many who had been resting with eyes closed opened them, surprise in most of their eyes. Their gazes followed the sound of footsteps toward a distant black figure.

On the steps, Li Qingxue's eyes shifted, her gaze landing on the distant black-clad youth. When she noticed his expressionless face, a trace of turmoil rose in her heart.

Their childhood innocence seemed like a cruel joke played by fate, turning into an irreconcilable enmity. The feelings of youth had flowed away like water, leaving only a remnant of childhood memories.

Now, only killing intent remained!

"Yang Tian, is it?" At this moment, the black-clad youth who had been resting with eyes closed suddenly opened them, a cold, fierce light shooting forth. A terrifying killing intent emanated from within him.

"Tap, tap..." The sound of footsteps came, rhythmic, echoing through the venue. That expressionless face had shed its childishness, with a hint of firmness between the brows.

Many elders sized up the approaching youth. When they sensed his aura, as deep as an abyss, they clicked their tongues in amazement. That youth—they could not discern the slightest trace of his cultivation, as solid as a rock.