Ling Fan took a step towards Xie Canglou.
Boom!
He merely took one step.
A terrifying power, reaching the peak of extremity, surged from within him, sweeping in all directions.
An unparalleled pressure, like the sky collapsing and the earth shattering, bore down on Xie Canglou, overwhelmingly powerful!
Intending to suppress him.
"You dare insult me!"
Xie Canglou roared in anger.
He was, after all, a proud prodigy of the Quasi-Heavenly Origin Realm. How could he endure such a profound humiliation!
Boom!
Xie Canglou let out a low growl, veins bulging on his forehead. The vast and mighty martial qi within him erupted like a sky-piercing vortex.
But before Ling Fan's oppressive step.
Xie Canglou's power, as immense as a tornado, was instantly forced back into his body.
It was like an egg hitting a rock.
Utterly vulnerable!
Thump!
As if a mountain had descended.
Xie Canglou felt a mountain pressing down on his body, forcing his knees heavily to the ground.
Boom.
The ground caved in with a roar.
Centered on Xie Canglou's knees, the ground sank, and countless spiderweb-like cracks spread in all directions.
This was not the end.
The pressure grew stronger.
Xie Canglou's bones creaked under the unbearable strain, as if he would explode at any moment.
Everyone was stunned speechless by this scene!
Especially the members of the Lan clan.
Those like Second Aunt, Third Aunt, and Eldest Uncle were filled with absolute horror!
Madam Lan's wrinkled face, as ancient as pine bark, showed unconcealable shock, her hands trembling slightly.
The power Ling Fan displayed at this moment filled them with deep, intrinsic fear.
Xie Canglou was a Quasi-Heavenly Origin Realm expert.
And not just any ordinary Quasi-Heavenly Origin Realm expert; he was the beloved disciple of the Misty Cloud Mountain Lord, his strength far surpassing that of ordinary Quasi-Heavenly Origin Realm cultivators.
Yet, before Ling Fan, he was like an ant, utterly defenseless.
Ling Fan had not even truly made a move; his earth-shattering pressure alone had overwhelmed Xie Canglou.
It was too terrifying!
"Holy cow... he's really a Grandmaster! He's definitely a Grandmaster! No doubt about it!"
Everyone was dumbfounded.
"He's actually a Grandmaster, how is this possible? Such an unparalleled prodigy is willing to be a live-in son-in-law for a small family... what is happening to this world!"
Pang Liu stared with disbelief, feeling his entire worldview collapsing.
Thinking that he had just reprimanded a Grandmaster-level prodigy...
He felt as if he were dreaming, a chill of dread running through him!
He felt as if he had just brushed past the gates of hell.
He had even stepped half a foot inside.
Ning Zhou's eyes were wide open, his head swimming, utterly bewildered.
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Meanwhile, in the center of the arena.
Xie Canglou trembled violently, the increasingly terrifying pressure forcing blood to flow from his nose, mouth, eyes, and ears.
He tried to support himself with his hands.
But with a crack!
His left hand snapped.
"Spare him!"
A figure appeared in front of Xie Canglou.
Swoosh!
The long sword sheathed on his back was instantly drawn, a flash of brilliant sword light slicing through the void like lightning, its sword qi scattering for hundreds of meters.
The pressure was instantly dissolved!
A terrifying fluctuation, far surpassing the Quasi-Heavenly Origin Realm, emanated from this figure.
Like a divine sword unsheathed, piercing the heavens.
This person was a Heavenly Origin Realm Grandmaster!
Everyone let out a gasp of surprise.
Madam Lan's eyes gleamed with excitement.
The members of the Lan clan also breathed a sigh of relief.
They had been very fearful earlier.
Fearing that Ling Fan would seek retribution from them.
But now, they were not as afraid.
Misty Cloud Mountain had also sent a Grandmaster, and moreover, a sword Grandmaster with incredibly powerful offensive capabilities. Why should they fear Ling Fan now?
It was Ling Fan who should be afraid now!
It would be best if this Grandmaster from Misty Cloud Mountain killed Ling Fan right here.
"Young man, cease your actions. This matter was our Misty Cloud Mountain's fault. I will report back to the Mountain Lord and provide you with a satisfactory response. As for Canglou, he is the chief disciple of Misty Cloud Mountain and the chosen successor for the next Mountain Lord. I cannot allow you to kill him."
The words of the sword-carrying middle-aged man were very calm.
As if stating an undeniable decree.
Ling Fan smiled coldly.
He said mockingly, "If I were to steal the Misty Cloud Mountain Lord's woman, would you stop?"
The sword-carrying middle-aged man's brow instantly furrowed into a deep crease.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes, like ten thousand swords being born and dying.
"Young man, you have gone too far! Our Mountain Lord is divinely mighty and invincible. How can a mere junior like you presume to offend him? Do you truly think I, Ying Beifu, cannot kill you!"
The sword-carrying middle-aged man said coldly.
Perhaps lamenting Ling Fan's talent, or perhaps recalling his own past, the sword-carrying middle-aged man sighed and advised:
"Once upon a time, I too was as young and impetuous as you, but I ultimately submitted to the Mountain Lord's might. Young man, I advise you not to be too arrogant. I will give you one more chance. If you kneel and confess now, I will speak well of you before the Mountain Lord, allowing you to join the Mountain Lord's ranks like me!"
"Ying Beifu! He is that 'First Sword of Tianchu Province,' Ying Beifu!"
The crowd exclaimed.
Clearly, the name Ying Beifu was not unknown.
"It is said that he became a Quasi-Heavenly Origin Realm expert more than ten years ago, his swordsmanship reaching the pinnacle of perfection, his power rivaling that of true Heavenly Origin Realm martial Grandmasters. He challenged dozens of martial families and sects within Tianchu Province, remaining almost invincible."
"There are even rumors that he once fought a Heavenly Origin Realm expert and did not lose, being hailed as the number one sword of Tianchu at that time!"
"Later, in order to break through to the Heavenly Origin Realm, he went into seclusion for seven full years! When he reappeared, some claimed he had become a true Sword Grandmaster."
"As soon as he emerged from seclusion, he challenged the Misty Cloud Mountain Lord, but no one knew the outcome of that battle. In any case, Ying Beifu disappeared afterward, and everyone speculated that he had died at the hands of the Misty Cloud Mountain Lord."
"It's truly unexpected, that arrogant and peerless swordsman from years ago was actually subdued by the Misty Cloud Mountain Lord..."
Everyone was deeply shocked.
"First Sword of Tianchu?"
Ling Fan smiled faintly.
"If the sword in your hand can damage even a single strand of my hair, I will consider you the winner. Today, I will let you take Xie Canglou away. Otherwise, you will all die."
Ling Fan's calm words resounded.
The entire scene fell into dead silence.
Everyone looked at this impossibly arrogant young man with disbelief.
How could he dare!
Ying Beifu had become a Sword Grandmaster over ten years ago.
And now, no one knew how powerful he truly was.
Ling Fan actually said that if Ying Beifu could harm him in the slightest, he would consider Ying Beifu victorious.
He was too arrogant!
"You court death!"
Ying Beifu was truly enraged.
Having sheathed his sword for ten years.
It seemed this world had forgotten the terror of his Heavenly Grief Sword.
Even a mere junior dared to speak to him in such a manner.
How presumptuous!
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