Chapter 856: Establishing Authority

Thunder surged violently, lightning bolts splitting the sky, and the roar of thunder rumbled across heaven and earth.

Yang Tian lifted his eyelids, his eyes gleaming with divine light, his pupils opening and closing with a soul-shaking intensity as he calmly watched the surging thunder.

“This human is too arrogant. Xuanming’s move is extremely powerful—is he going to withstand it head-on?”

“Hmph, he’s probably putting on some flashy show. I want to see how he counters this attack.”

Some sneered, all joining the discussion, voices of mockery spilling out one after another.

The bronze arena exuded a desolate aura, its surface covered in rust, and the stone walls below were cracked, but it had not collapsed, standing here for who knows how many years.

Thunder roared, the sky exploded, and waves of destructive energy burst forth wildly, sweeping toward Yang Tian’s body, covering heaven and earth.

Suddenly, endless divine rainbows erupted from within Yang Tian, a scorching aura rolling forth. Every strand of light was dazzling, like golden waves surging in all directions.

Rumble! Yang Tian’s body became terrifying in an instant. He transformed into a divine sun, radiating boundless energy, each pulse accompanied by deafening Dao sounds.

Yang Tian’s hands clenched abruptly, and the golden waves raged upward, like a vast ocean surging and billowing, rolling back toward the sky.

His entire body blazed with golden divine radiance, as if standing amidst endless divine light, rendering him like a deity.

“Hiss, this lad is indeed extraordinary, and he hides his strength deeply. It’s hard to imagine how much of his power this represents!” The Third Elder clicked his tongue, somewhat admiring Yang Tian’s strength at this realm.

“Hmm, his strength is indeed not weak.” The Great Elder nodded slightly, his earlier worries much relieved.

Waves split the sky, massive crests tearing apart the dense lightning. Endless divine light erupted, like a golden ocean roaring—a scene that made one tremble.

Those who had been mocking fell silent. Just this wave of energy alone was no weaker than an ordinary weakling.

Murong Feng snorted coldly. As one of the most outstanding disciples of the Divine Medicine Valley, he paid little heed to Yang Tian’s current state.

Xuanming was even more shaken, beyond words. The other party had created such a terrifying scene without even striking, and he felt a sense of powerlessness.

Yet, after that feeling flashed by, his battle intent surged powerfully.

“Kill!” He roared, unleashing endless lightning from within, dancing wildly in the void, weaving into a lightning battle robe, with powerful arcs flowing through every inch of his muscles.

He charged forward, extremely formidable, like a minor thunder god descending, bringing with him thousands of bolts of lightning in a fierce assault.

“This Divine Medicine Valley is indeed extraordinary. At this level of intensity, he would have few rivals in the Tianyang Continent, comparable to the prodigies of those great sects from other domains.”

Yang Tian couldn’t help nodding, but he showed no fear. Though Xuanming was powerful, he was not qualified to fight him.

Endless thunder pressed down. Xuanming clenched his fists, thunder rumbling within his body like a war drum beating, shaking the soul. Ferocious, he charged at Yang Tian.

Yang Tian raised his hand slightly, his entire body as steady as Mount Tai. Palm and fist collided, shattering the void and producing a massive sonic boom, directly sending Xuanming’s body flying back.

Xuan Ming's assault was ferocious, and soon countless bolts of lightning pressed down from above, turning the area entirely into a domain of thunder.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Their physical bodies clashed like two great mountains colliding; even the sonic booms from the friction were deafening, constantly exploding on the bronze arena.

"His physical body is immensely powerful, comparable to a mountain—could this man be a prodigy of the human race?"

"Probably. Even if not, he must be an elite nurtured by some sacred ground. You know, Xuan Ming's strength is extremely formidable."

Voices of discussion continued, and they gradually set aside their initial contempt for Yang Tian.

The bronze arena was desolate and vast; endless lightning swept into one corner, with terrifying bolts everywhere, each capable of shattering a great mountain. Now intertwined, one could imagine how formidable it was.

Yet, gradually, terrifying fist force pierced through the lightning. Each punch was fiercely unyielding, shaking the heavens.

Yang Tian's punches were swift and fierce; he was like a savage beast. His fist force was not only terrifying but also carried a fierce aura that could obliterate the yin and baleful qi of the world.

In just three breaths, they had exchanged over a thousand moves. Both moved at incredible speed, making it hard to discern their true forms.

With each collision, Xuan Ming's mouth twitched. He was inwardly horrified, feeling as if his physical attacks were striking a towering, majestic mountain, impossible to shake even slightly.

Yang Tian's physical body was now extremely formidable. Having consumed so much spiritual wine earlier, his strength had surged dramatically, nearly reaching the level of a Sovereign.

On the bronze arena, fist force erupted. Each punch caused the heavens to tremble and the surrounding mountains to shake, a truly terrifying sight.

The two fought, and Xuan Ming was completely outmatched; Yang Tian hadn't even exerted a fraction of his strength.

"Hmph, where did this kid come from? Why haven't I heard of him before?"

"He hasn't used any martial skills at all, yet he's like a true dragon, with blood energy blazing to the extreme and an incredibly solid foundation. Every move seems effortless but is actually fierce and sharp. Could he be someone trained by a reclusive master?"

The Great Elder and the Third Elder exchanged words, both inwardly astonished. Yang Tian's displayed strength shocked them.

"The crisis in the First Ancestral Land is also immense. With him here, the Little Princess's safety will be greatly ensured." The Great Elder suddenly smiled.

"I hope so. I hope we can inquire about that sacred object; otherwise, it will be very difficult for the Little Princess to return to her peak."

"Hehe, Third Brother, this might be a tremendous opportunity!" At this moment, the Great Elder said meaningfully, "Do you still remember the inherited divine ability of the Little Princess back then?"

Hearing this, the Third Elder pondered for a moment, then his face lit up with surprise. "I remember, I remember. If it really works, that would be extraordinary."

"Indeed, but it's hard to say how much hope there is. After all, these are all legends; success is still uncertain." Stroking his beard, the Great Elder chuckled.

"That's hard to say. When the Little Princess was born, strange phenomena appeared in the heavens, and even the Milky Way dimmed. She is destined to bear great fortune."

The battle ended quickly. Xuan Ming voluntarily conceded, knowing he couldn't hold on any longer. His flesh was nearly shattered, and he coughed up blood repeatedly, having suffered considerable internal injuries from the clashes.

Such a swift outcome left the experts of the Medicine God Valley sighing with regret, mostly lamenting the loss, as the two slots were too precious.

Xuan Yuan didn't even dare to show his face and retreated early. Going out now would just be asking for a beating, wouldn't it?