Chapter 1616: Luo Qiqi's Strength

"Who are you?"

Feeling the immense pressure from the orb, Nangong Yuanfeng's pupils contracted.

The true strength of the person before him might not be high, but the orb in front of him was terrifying, capable of sealing space and seemingly perfectly attuned to the girl, as if one with her, allowing her to unleash power in an instant that even he found awe-inspiring.

"Teacher, she should be that little princess of the Luo family!"

Recalling something, Nangong Mo said hurriedly.

"Little princess? You are Luo Yuxin?" Nangong Yuanfeng's fist tightened.

He had long heard that the Luo family had a little princess with unparalleled talent, but since she hadn't been present during his visit, he hadn't paid much attention. Unexpectedly, she had come here to block them—could it be that she thought she could detain them with her own strength?

"That's right, I am Luo Yuxin, but from today onward, my name is... Qiqi!" The girl looked over calmly.

It was none other than Luo Qiqi; her real name was Yuxin, and Qiqi was merely an alias.

"I don't care what you call yourself. The matter with the Luo family is over. We were outmatched and have nothing to say. Why are you blocking us here?" Nangong Yuanfeng frowned.

"No particular reason!" Luo Qiqi looked over with an indifferent expression. "Make your move!"

"Make a move?"

Nangong Yuanfeng was taken aback.

"That's right. Since you won't, I will."

With a light snort, Luo Qiqi made no visible motion, but the orb in the air hummed, and her body instantly appeared before a young man. She pressed forward.

Bang!

Blood sprayed as the young man was sent flying backward. In an instant, he was severely injured, seemingly unable to get out of bed for three or four months.

"How dare you..."

The other three young men, not expecting her to be so swift and to strike without warning, all turned pale and attacked simultaneously.

Power surged in all directions, their aura shooting into the sky, enveloping the girl with overwhelming force.

"No..."

Seeing his students unleashing their full combat power, Nangong Yuanfeng felt no relief; instead, his pupils contracted, and he shouted hastily.

But it was already too late.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three consecutive sounds, and the three young men, having been struck without warning, lay on the ground like the first, severely injured and unable to get up for months.

"You..."

Nangong Yuanfeng was about to explode. He looked over sharply, his eyes filled with killing intent. "What are you trying to do?"

"Nothing. Make your move."

Too lazy to waste words, Luo Qiqi stepped forward.

Her movements were unhurried, as if strolling leisurely, but each step covered hundreds of meters. Before he could clearly see, she was already before Nangong Yuanfeng.

Realizing that with the help of the orb, her understanding of space surpassed his own, Nangong Yuanfeng's scalp tingled. He could no longer think twice. His palm turned over, and the immensely powerful force within him burst forth.

Aura surged, power like a dragon.

As expected of a strong figure from the Hundred Schools of Thought, a descendant of Zirong the Ancient Sage. When fighting Zhang Xuan, he had suppressed his cultivation, making many martial techniques difficult to use. Now, with full power, the surrounding sky seemed to shatter, light was drained away, and darkness fell completely.

Not only that, but the air seemed to be sucked out, creating a vacuum.

"Stop!"

Expression unchanged, Luo Qiqi continued forward and lightly tapped her finger.

Whoosh!

The surging airflow instantly froze in midair, and the palm force Nangong Yuanfeng had unleashed seemed carved into the void, unable to move at all.

Luo Qiqi flicked her finger.

Bang!

Nangong Yuanfeng was sent flying backward, blood spraying from his mouth as he was in the air. His face turned pale. In that one strike, he knew he had suffered severe injuries. Though not as serious as his students', it would still take him considerable time to recover.

With terror in his eyes, he looked forward and saw the girl slowly walking away, floating in the air, her robes fluttering like an immortal.

Suddenly, she stopped, her head not turning, leaving only her back.

"The Luo family, though not a match for the descendants of the Hundred Schools, is not to be bullied. Next time you wish to challenge... I, Luo Qiqi, will be waiting!"

With that, a crack appeared in space. She stepped lightly and vanished from the spot.

"How terrifying. In the Master Teacher Continent, below the Ancient Sages, how can there be someone so strong?"

After she left, Nangong Yuanfeng finally breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly gave each of his students a pill and then couldn't help but sigh.

The Master Teacher Hall of the Master Teacher Continent, though also passed down from Confucius, surely did not receive as much attention as his direct disciples.

(For example, Zhang Xuan's Xuanxuan Society and Zhao Ya and the others. The Xuanxuan Society was something he left behind, but the effort he put into it and the latter were not comparable.)

This time, with the Confucian Temple opening soon, stirring up space, they had returned. They had thought that with their strength, they could easily crush the various families and forces and make them submit. They never dreamed that even a small Luo family would be so powerful!

And the key point was... this girl was not yet twenty!

Not yet twenty, yet possessing such talent—she could match those few peerless prodigies of the Great Confucian Hall!

"Luo Tianya, Luo Qiqi... It seems the Master Teacher Continent is not as weak as I imagined..." He took a deep breath, his expression solemn.

"Teacher, what do we do now?"

After a long while, one of the young men recovered enough to speak. "Do we still go to the Zhang family?"

"We must go. There's no way around it. But with just us, it's certainly not possible." Nangong Yuanfeng frowned.

Even if they healed their injuries, it would cost considerable resources and time. If the Zhang family also had formidable figures, they might not return alive.

"Teacher, you mean..."

The young man was startled.

"Send a message to Teacher Zhenqing. Hasn't he always wanted to compete with me? Let him make a move. Then our chances will be greater... We couldn't get that talisman from the Luo family, but we must get the one from the Zhang family!"

Raising his eyebrows, Nangong Yuanfeng snorted.

"Alright, I'll send a message to Teacher Zhenqing right away..."

Hearing this, the young man quickly nodded.

The teacher he referred to as Teacher Zhenqing, full name Tantai Zhenqing, was a descendant of Ziyu the Ancient Sage. His ranking and status in the Great Confucian Hall were even higher than the teacher's. With his intervention, perhaps the current situation could be changed, preventing the Hundred Schools from being so passive.

"Mm, hurry up and heal and adjust. Try to recover a bit before Zhenqing and the others arrive, so as not to be mocked by him..."

Nangong Yuanfeng nodded, said no more, closed his eyes, and began to dissolve the medicinal power to recover from his injuries.

The other students dared not speak either and immediately began to adjust their strength.

They had thought that coming here would easily force the Luo family to submit, but they never dreamed they would suffer such a loss.

This world was indeed not so simple...

Hidden dragons and crouching tigers!