As Feng Lie spoke, his aura rapidly ascended.
Chu Tian was certain he must be related to the Blood Clan.
"Big Brother... he's a half-blood, he must be killed!"
Miao Zuo's voice rang out from behind him again.
His voice was a mixture of hatred and fear.
Chu Tian frowned, feeling that this Miao Zuo, from wherever he came, seemed to know many things he was unaware of. It was as if he harbored a deep-seated hatred for the Blood Clan. There was no time to inquire now, only to resolve the immediate trouble before discussing matters further.
"Since you know my secret, you all must die!"
Feng Lie roared, stomping his feet in mid-air, tearing a spiderweb-like crack across the entire space. He shot towards Chu Tian like a cannonball, his fists covered in scales, slamming into Chu Tian like two massive hammers. Before his fists even arrived, the air, unable to withstand the terrifying pressure, let out a tearing sound like silk and the space began to shake violently.
Chu Tian narrowed his eyes, thinking, "What a terrifying punch!"
"In close combat, I've never feared anyone!"
Chu Tian also roared and took a step forward.
The Giant Bear form was instantly activated. Although he was not truly in the War God realm, with the War Body System activated, he could stack multiple forms. The combination of the Swift Flight form and the Giant Bear form allowed Chu Tian to fight in the air. Moreover, his agility was no less than that of a Golden Falcon.
Wei Jin, fighting seven monsters below, saw Feng Lie and Chu Tian clash and felt Feng Lie's aura. His heart suddenly grew anxious. He recalled the scene that occurred on the peak of Hurricane City before he entered. Originally, he had no intention of participating in the trial. Who would have thought that after he finished explaining his reasons to Old Yang, the old fellow would nod in agreement, only to, in the next second, flick his spear and shoot it out, piercing two disciples of Hurricane City who were about to enter the light pillar, pinning them to the ground. Everyone was shocked by his action. Those scrambling for the light pillar stopped simultaneously, looking at Old Yang with fear and anger. Even Wei Jin was stunned; he, the former City Lord of Myriad Beast City, was bewildered. What was Old Yang doing? If he didn't know Old Yang's character, he would surely suspect him of being a spy deliberately provoking trouble for Myriad Beast City.
"Yang Kai, as a War God realm cultivator, interfering with the大会 (convention), do you think we are all vegetarians?"
Originally, the one killed was from the Wind Soul Sect. The City Lord of the City of Oblivion, Xiao Zhan, suddenly sprang up from his chair, his ample flesh jiggling. Old Yang glanced at him, tossed the watermelon rind to the ground, and said indifferently, "You fat pig, why are you yapping? Did I kill your people? We agreed that my Myriad Beast City could enter five people, and we still had four spots left, yet you started snatching. Did you ask for our consent? And where do you place our Myriad Beast City?"
Old Yang's words were extremely domineering, leaving Xiao Zhan, whose brain was also filled with fat, flushed red. It seemed that was indeed the case; they had reduced Myriad Beast City to only five entrants, and they had only entered one before the others started snatching. Seeing Old Yang kill someone earlier, he was delighted, finally finding a reason to trouble Old Yang. Naturally, he was the first to spring up. Now, he thought it was a bit reckless. Wouldn't it be better to use others to kill? Why did he have to rush forward himself? The Myriad Beast Seal was hanging in the sky and could not be used until the trial ended. If he fought with Old Yang now, he was unlikely to gain any advantage, and would probably perish. For millions of years, there had been an unwritten rule that during the Four City Holy Convention, cultivators at or above the War God realm were only allowed to fight one-on-one on this mountaintop. The people from Hurricane City hadn't even spoken, and you, Xiao Zhan, were the first to rush out to confront them. Thinking of this, Xiao Zhan immediately regretted it, feeling stuck whether he stood or sat, in an awkward predicament.
"Hmph... killing my people from Hurricane City, you must give me an explanation today."
Suddenly, a voice sounded, and Xiao Zhan felt greatly relieved, quickly looking over. It was the Sect Master of the Wind Soul Sect, Feng Chenyun. Hearing the main party speak, Old Yang smiled and looked over.
"Oh? I've already given that fat pig my reasons. What other explanation do you want?"
Old Yang's nonchalant demeanor caused Feng Chenyun's expression to darken.
"Hmph, even if we were at fault first, my disciples cannot die in vain. Today, your Myriad Beast City shall remain here! All disciples of the sect, obey my command, and annihilate the people of Myriad Beast City with all your might..."
As he spoke, he stood up. Dozens of people behind him also stepped forward.
"Hahaha... I knew you wouldn't abide by the rules. Have you forgotten the rules we set before? That cultivators of the War God realm can only fight one-on-one here! Truly laughable... the ones who set the rules don't abide by them! Today, I will destroy your Wind Soul Sect... Does anyone have any objections?"
Old Yang sat in the rocking chair Chu Tian had placed there, crossed his legs, and gazed at the sky! As if stating a commonplace matter. Everyone who heard his words felt they had heard the greatest joke in the world. This old man actually wanted to destroy the Wind Soul Sect? Was he joking? This time... Wan Baolu of Qingshui City did not stand up to mediate, choosing to observe. With just you alone? Or a few War God realm cultivators like yourselves? Do you think you can stir up trouble in the Wind Soul Sect's base? It's likely that even if the entire Myriad Beast City mobilized, it would be impossible to defeat the Wind Soul Sect. Everyone knew that in this Sea of Death, although the Wind Soul Sect did not have many members, they were the leading force among the four factions. Let alone the natural hurricanes outside Hurricane City, even without the hindrance of those hurricanes, it would be impossible to defeat them even with 10% of their strength. It was said that the Wind Soul Sect had cultivators in the Saint Body realm. However, it was unknown whether this rumor was true, as no one had ever seen them.
"Hahaha... Today, I'll see how you destroy my Wind Soul Sect... Attack!"
Feng Chenyun took a step forward, followed by dozens of people behind him. With the opening of the trial secret realm, a forbidden airspace had already formed on this mountaintop. Even though they were all War God realm cultivators, they still could not fly. Just as Feng Chenyun was halfway through his charge, Old Yang's aura suddenly erupted.
War God realm mid-stage... late-stage... peak... half-step Saint Body... Saint Body initial stage...
Boom...
Suddenly, in the clear blue sky, a thunderclap sounded. Then, a mass of dark clouds materialized out of thin air. However, it only spread for a few meters before shaking and slowly disappearing. Old Yang's realm also gradually decreased, stopping at the War God late-stage.
Feng Chenyun and the others had their hair standing on end. They stopped in the open space in the middle, beads of sweat streaming down their faces, their legs trembling.
"Come on over then!"
Old Yang lay there as usual, turning his head sideways with a gentle smile, beckoning Feng Chenyun with a flick of his finger.