Chapter 680 Convention Begin
Chapter 680 Convention Begin
"Your master's mouth is too stinky. I'm merely cleaning it." Huoyun Yurou responded calmly.
Hiss—
When everyone returned to their sense, they immediately sucked in cold air while looking at Huoyun Yurou in disbelief. No one had ever expected her to daringly attack Tianqi Junlai like this… Had she gone insane?
"Do you think no one can be your opponent after breaking through?" Tianqi Yi released his aura, causing everybody to suffocate.
"You can try." Huoyun Yurou said expressionlessly. A powerful heatwave instantly covered the entire area, pushing Tianqi Yi's aura back into his own barrier.
A look of astonishment appeared on Tianqi Yi's face. He couldn't believe Huoyun Yurou was this powerful.
Tianqi Er noticed this and quickly released his aura, trying to help his brother. However, he suddenly discovered he couldn't budge Huoyun Yurou's aura an inch… How could she be this strong?
Both of them were already at the seventh level of the Divine Ascending Tribulation Realm, the same realm as Huoyun Yurou. However, their combination of power was actually suppressed by her. How could they not be stunned?
The expressions of Lang Mo, Pei Wuwen, and Zi Jinghu became solemn. Looked like they had utterly underestimated Huoyun Yurou. Especially Zi Jinghu, who already thought that she couldn't do anything. Right now, his face was ugly beyond words.
Tianqi Junlai wiped the bloodstain from his lips and turned to look at Huoyun Yurou coldly. He waved his hand and said. "You two back down."
Tianqi Yi and Tianqi Er were puzzled, but they didn't dare to disobey Tianqi Junlai's order. They retracted their aura while maintaining the profound barrier.
Tianqi Junlai took a deep breath and said. "It's my fault. Can you stop it now?"
Woah—
The crowd was thoroughly shocked. Some even rubbed their ears, trying to make sure they didn't hear it wrongly. The high and mighty Tianqi Junlai had actually apologized? What in the world happened today?
Huoyun Yurou didn't retract her aura. She glanced upward and said. "Since you all are already here. Why don't you show yourself?"
Everyone subconsciously looked toward the sky and heard loud laughter echoing.
"Hahahaha! It's been a while, Sister Huoyun."
"Indeed. Looks like you've improved a bit."
"Hmph! You're still arrogant like before."
At the descent of their voices, the wind surged as an extremely bright light dazzled everyone below.
Three figures flew down slowly and landed on their respective clans.
"Father!" Zi Jinghu quickly stood up and bowed his head toward an old man in a purple robe. The uneasy feeling earlier was now vanished entirely. With his father here, he didn't have to fear Huoyun Yurou anymore.
The old man, Zi Taiyang, glanced at Zi Jinghu and said coldly. "You are too weak."
Zi Jinghu lowered his head further. The previous arrogance he had was nowhere to be seen now. "Please forgive your incompetent son, father."
Zi Taiyang ignored him and turned to look at Huoyun Yurou. "Did you slap my grandson's face?"
"Why ask when you already know?" Huoyun Yurou retracted her aura and stood calmly.
"Congratulations, Brother Zi. You've become stronger again." A bulky old man who looked similar to Lang Mo said with a faint smile. He didn't seem to care about the dispute between Zi Taiyang and Huoyun Yurou.
Zi Taiyang shifted his gaze onto the bulky old man and responded expressionlessly. "You too."
"Hey, hey. Both of you stop flattering each other and sit down. Today is a good day for my grandson. Can't you give me some faces?" A lean old man clad in a golden robe chuckled.
"You're right, Brother Pei. Well, I wish your grandson a happy marriage." The bulky old man, Lang Moxie, laughed slightly and sat in the seat that Lang Mo gave him.
Zi Taiyang stared at Huoyun Yurou and snorted coldly. "You're lucky today."
The golden-robed old man, Pei Fengwen, smiled at Huoyun Yurou and said. "Please take a seat, Sister Huoyun."
Huoyun Yurou nodded slightly and led everyone to their respective area.
"Senior, how strong are they?" After sitting down, Yun Lintian asked curiously.
"Among them, Pei Fengwen is the strongest one. I can feel his wind energy is several times more profound than centuries ago. As for the other two, they hadn't yet completely consolidated their realms." Huoyun Yurou replied calmly. "One on one, they're not my opponent."
Yun Lintian glanced at the three old men thoughtfully.
"Since everyone is here, shall we start now?" Pei Fengwen looked around and paused his gaze on Tianqi Junlai.
Tianqi Junlai nodded and said. "As everyone knows, I have started this convention in order to give out the Misty Token. Because it is difficult to produce the token, I have to find the strongest one among the younger generations."
His gaze swept over everyone in the arena and continued. "The rules are simple. Anyone below the Saint Profound Realm can challenge anyone as you like, and the one who can stand until the end will be the winner. You can use any weapon, artifact, or technique. There is no restriction here."
"Of course, you can also surrender by shouting it out, and the opponent shall stop their action immediately… Alright, let the convention begin."
Several discussing voices could be heard among the crowd. They thought it would be limited to the nine clans' younger generations only. Who would have thought they could participate in it too? This revelation immediately brought excitement to everyone. Perhaps this was a crucial opportunity for them to rise.
Swoosh!
All of a sudden, a tall man with a long scar on his face flew onto the platform and cupped his fists. "My name is Chu Mateng, tenth level of Ruler Profound Realm. I am here to accept any challenge."
Swoosh!
Another figure jumped onto the platform and cupped his fists toward Chu Mateng. "Feng Lei is here to ask for guidance."
Chu Mateng nodded with a smile, and a dagger silently appeared in his hand. "Are you ready?"
Feng Lei took an offensive stance and replied. "Anytime."
Bang!
As soon as Feng Lei's voice fell, Chu Mateng transformed into a shadowy figure and reappeared in front of the former while stabbing his dagger forward.
Feng Lei's reaction was swift. He swung his right fist exactly at the incoming dagger while sending out a palm print from his left hand.
The collision between them instantly ignited a boisterous atmosphere in the arena.