Yang Tianren’s eyes flashed with a spark of fire as he snorted, "Child’s play, you think you have the right to compete with just because you killed a first-level warrior in the Condensation Realm?"
"Enough noise, hurry up and co et your death," Li Xiaoyao said as he stepped forward, instantly closing the distance with Yang Tianren.
"Humph! Seeking death!" Yang Tianren’s right palm opened and, unexpectedly, a small fla rose from the center of his palm.
The onlookers, like Zhu Daoyou and the rest, imdiately cried out in surprise, "That’s Brother Yang’s life fire source!"
"This lad really doesn’t know whether he’s alive or dead. Not only is Brother Yang’s cultivation level imnse, but he is also an alchemist. His fire control technique is so masterful that he could reduce him to ashes in the blink of an eye."
"I truly envy the alchemists, being able to manipulate flas."
Every martial artist and cultivator looked at him with envious eyes.
However, Li Xiaoyao remained calm and collected, without a trace of panic or disorder.
Yang Tianren spread his hands, and the flas dexterously twirled in his hands, instantly transforming into a fierce tiger that leaped into the air, roaring mightily as if it ant to devour Li Xiaoyao.
"Boy, today you are fortunate to witness my fire control technique; I’ll let you experience the sensation of being consud by a sea of flas," Yang Tianren said, his elderly face filled with murderous intent. As his voice fell, the flaming tiger let out a beastly roar and leaped through the air towards Li Xiaoyao.
"Child’s play!" Li Xiaoyao said disdainfully, standing his ground. With his left hand behind his back, he casually lifted his right hand, shaping it into a claw-like form, and suddenly grasped at the tiger’s neck.
Then, a bizarre and miraculous scene unfolded, leaving the audience dumbfounded.
To the amazent of all, Li Xiaoyao grabbed at empty air, but the fiery tiger seed to have its neck caught, its flas furiously struggling yet unable to break free no matter how it tried.
"You do have so tricks!" Although Yang Tianren was surprised, he didn’t beco too flustered.
"Bang!" The tiger exploded into a sky full of flas and recondensed, this ti forming a fiery whip.
Yang Tianren controlled the fiery whip, lashing it out with force toward Li Xiaoyao.
"Clang!"
The sound of a sword unsheathing rang out abruptly as the Seven Star Ancient Sword flew out of its scabbard, floating beside Li Xiaoyao.
Seeing this, the crowd was shocked, and even Yang Tianren’s face showed a slight change.
"Sword control, you’re a cultivator!"
"You’re just a minor martial artist from Ling City, how did you suddenly beco a cultivator? Moreover, where did you learn this Sword Control Technique?" Yang Tianren quickly demanded.
"I have always been a cultivator, and as for this trivial Sword Control Technique, what of it?" Li Xiaoyao mocked, "You people are ignorant, blind to a true immortal before you."
A boundless murderous intent rose in Yang Tianren’s heart as he said, "What a sharp tongue you have, but once I kill you and take away your Sword Control Technique..."
"Is that so? Then I’m afraid you’ll never get the chance in this lifeti," Li Xiaoyao retorted. Controlling the Seven Star Ancient Sword, he thrust it through the fiery whip, aiming directly at Yang Tianren’s chest.
Yang Tianren’s years of cultivation were indeed not wasted. Furthermore, when it ca to cultivation realms, he was a good two to three levels higher than Li Xiaoyao.
Li Xiaoyao was currently at the eighth layer of the Condensation Realm, while Yang Tianren was at the first stage of the Abstinence Realm, a difference of three levels between them.
For an ordinary person, these three levels were impossible to bridge.
However, Li Xiaoyao was no ordinary person; not only had he mastered various powerful spells, but he had also fought against Ouyang Gu to the death hundreds of tis in the combat simulation system. He had long since honed a formidable sense of combat, sothing Yang Tianren couldn’t match.
The sword narrowly missed Yang Tianren’s neck, cutting off a few strands of white hair.
Yang Tianren tried to engulf Li Xiaoyao in controlled flas, attempting to burn him to nothingness.
The Seven Star Ancient Sword flew back to Li Xiaoyao’s hand, and facing the roaring inferno, his expression remained unaltered.
But Xiao Ya, standing at the entrance, saw Li Xiaoyao surrounded by the flas and appeared worried.
The guests attending the engagent banquet were stunned by this sudden, mystical developnt, each looking on in disbelief.
Who exactly are these people? Is this so kind of drama?
Otherwise, how could a person possibly run so fast, jump so high, have such great strength, and most incomprehensible of all, they could even manipulate flying swords and flas!
Aren’t these things that only appear in novels and movies normally?
"rely flas, you think you can hurt ?" His words carried imnse confidence, as Li Xiaoyao opened the palm of his left hand, and a strand of faint golden fla slowly rose.
As this strand of fla ascended, the surrounding fierce flas suddenly beca lifeless in an instant, as if they had t their natural enemy, tremblingly submitting.
"How is this possible!" Yang Tianren’s expression finally changed, and fear crept into his heart for the first ti.
This young man had endless tricks up his sleeve, instilling fear in Yang Tianren.
The Jin Yuan fire seed to be excited, a powerful suction emanating from it, actually absorbing all of Yang Tianren’s flas.
Thus, everyone witnessed an extrely peculiar scene.
The flas that had surrounded Li Xiaoyao all of a sudden surged towards his body, and within a few blinks of an eye, the scorching temperature vanished abruptly, and all the flas entered Li Xiaoyao’s body.
Yang Tianren’s eyes turned red, and he roared, "Give back my origin fla!"
Li Xiaoyao opened his mouth, let out a burp, and sneered, "What use is this external object to a dying man?"
Yang Tianren’s expression changed, and he stumbled back several steps.
Li Xiaoyao had been secretly forming hand seals, and now his hand seals were almost complete.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
The large conference hall was on the top floor of the hotel, with only a few layers of ceiling separating it from the sky.
At this mont, Li Xiaoyao was deploying the Thunder Commanding Art, and the sounds of lightning and thunder from the sky were clearly audible in the conference hall.
Everyone’s expressions changed drastically.
"What’s happening?"
"Where is that thunder coming from?"
Suddenly, Master Zhu’s expression changed, as if realizing sothing, his pupils contracted, and he exclaid, "You are the Master Li from Ling City!"
"What!"
"Master Li from Ling City!"
"The one who used the technique to summon thunder, Master Li!"
"A young man in his twenties, from Ling City, with the surna Li, could it really be him!" Yang Tianren’s expression changed drastically as he vividly recalled Master Zhu’s earlier descriptions of Master Li’s terrifying record at the downstairs.
"Master Li?" Li Xiaoyao seed to rember the term people in the Ghost Market had used to address him and said indifferently, "Indeed, they did call Master Li."
This statent shattered the last bit of wishful thinking in Yang Tianren’s heart.
A spellcaster able to summon thunder, a young cultivator in his twenties.
Either trait alone was enough to shock the world, but these two factors combined in one person, that was genius.
Behind Master Zhu, the table with Lan Lao and others had looks of surprised uncertainty, but they were filled with regret.
This Li Xiaoyao was so powerful that even the Zheng Family’s guardian deity, Yang Tianren, was not his match!
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What an imnsely prestigious title that was?
Lan Lao suddenly felt that sending Lan Cai to Yun Country, severing her ties with Li Xiaoyao, was the most erroneous decision he had made in all these years.
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