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Outside the ruins, two figures stood at a distance. These two were Aotian and Zeng Qiang, who were about to engage in a fierce battle.
Not far away, countless figures were closely watching the two of them, eager to see what that mere Innate Fourth Layer kid could do to claim all the Treasure in the main hall for himself.
"Defeating you will take only three moves!" Looking at the indifferent Aotian, Zeng Qiang couldn't help but feel a surge of anger, and he spat out a harsh remark.
Aotian remained calm, knowing that with his current strength, there was no need to take Zeng Qiang, this minor character, seriously. Thus, he merely smiled at Zeng Qiang's words.
However, Aotian's nonchalant attitude only fueled Zeng Qiang's rage, making his next move even more vicious.
"Kid, die!" Zeng Qiang shouted angrily.
Immediately, a torrent of Mystical Energy erupted like a long-simmering volcano, enveloping Aotian's vital points.
Watching the incoming attack of Mystical Energy, Aotian appeared completely calm, seemingly having no intention of countering it, standing there like a wooden statue.
"Is that kid stupid? Why isn't he escaping?"
"Exactly, even an Innate Eightfold warrior wouldn't underestimate Zeng Qiang's attack, right?"
"I thought that kid had some skills; now it seems he just got lucky to obtain the Treasure in the main hall."
"Sigh, that kid is doomed..."
Regardless of the discussions around him, Aotian remained unfazed as he stared at the approaching attack of Mystical Energy. When the attack was close to his body, Aotian slowly raised his fist.
"Is that kid finally ready to make a move?"
"Che, where were you at first? It's too late to act now!"
"Ah, what a pity. We were all ready. Once that kid is defeated, we will immediately step in to seize the Treasure..."
"Domineering Fist!"
At that moment, a powerful shout silenced everyone's discussions. Then, they saw Aotian's right fist, carrying an overwhelming force, fiercely strike against the Mystical Energy attack that was enveloping him.
"Boom!"
A loud explosion echoed in everyone's ears. They were shocked to discover that the Mystical Energy attack aimed at Aotian was forcefully shattered by him, and the domineering punch continued its momentum towards Zeng Qiang, who stood opposite him.
Zeng Qiang's expression changed; he seemed unable to believe that Aotian could unleash such a terrifying attack. Realizing he had underestimated Aotian, Zeng Qiang dared not delay any longer. He pushed off the ground with his toes and rapidly retreated.
Aotian's lips slowly curled into a cold smile as he suddenly executed Dragon's Dance, vanishing like a ghost from Zeng Qiang's sight.
With Aotian's rising strength, his mastery of Dragon's Dance had reached an extraordinary level.
Once Zeng Qiang noticed Aotian had disappeared from his view, his face turned pale. Without time to think further, Zeng Qiang's fists suddenly struck behind him, unleashing a fierce force that shattered the air.
As soon as Aotian reappeared, he found himself surrounded by the incoming fierce punches. Instantly, a cold glint flashed in Aotian's eyes.
Then, Aotian clenched his fist with one hand and struck back at the rushing punches without any embellishment.
In that moment, to Zeng Qiang, it seemed as if Aotian's fist transformed into an enraged divine dragon, effortlessly shattering the force he had unleashed.
As the saying goes, one must gather strength in one go; if repeated, it will weaken, and after three attempts, it will be exhausted.
After breaking through Zeng Qiang's punch, Aotian's fist continued to strike fiercely against Zeng Qiang's chest.
"Poof!"
Immediately, Zeng Qiang's face turned pale, and bright red blood gushed from his mouth. He flew backward like a kite with a severed string, landing motionless on the ground.
The entire arena fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone stared in disbelief at the calm and unruffled Aotian, their faces filled with incredulity.
Oh my God! What did I just see?! Zeng Qiang, who had a cultivation of the Seventh Layer of Innate, was utterly powerless against a kid from the Fourth Layer of Innate. In just a few moves, he was defeated and now lay there with an uncertain fate.
Is that kid even human?!
Looking at Zeng Qiang, covered in blood and barely breathing, everyone couldn't help but swallow hard. Damn it, this kid is ruthless!
Seeing the fear in everyone's eyes, Aotian couldn't help but curl his lips into a mysterious smile and said:
"Does anyone still want the Treasure in my hand?"
Upon hearing Aotian's words, everyone instinctively took a few steps back.
Even Zeng Qiang was easily dealt with by you; wouldn't we be seeking death by stepping up? This level of strength is probably not inferior to that of an Innate Peak warrior!
Countless gazes gathered on Qiu Mingjie and Feng Moyang. If anyone could overshadow Aotian at this moment, it would undoubtedly be these two rulers of Mystic Spirit Town.
After exchanging a glance, Qiu Mingjie stepped forward and chuckled, "Aotian, it seems you have gained quite a bit in the main hall..."
Aotian replied sarcastically, "What’s wrong? Are you, the ruler of Mystic Spirit Town, unable to resist getting involved?"
"Kid, sometimes it's better to hold back!" Feng Moyang stepped forward and said in a deep voice.
"I've never known what holding back means. Why don't you teach me, Feng Family Head?" Aotian shrugged.
Feng Moyang's killing intent surged, and a powerful aura slowly rose from within him. Clearly, Aotian's attitude had displeased the Feng Family Head greatly.
At that moment, a chilling killing intent locked onto Feng Moyang. He had no doubt that if he dared to make any move, he would face a torrential assault from the person who released that killing intent.
As his gaze slowly shifted away, a frost-covered beautiful face appeared before Feng Moyang.
Looking at Snow Qincheng, who was emanating a cold killing intent towards him, Feng Moyang's expression changed dramatically.
He knew that ever since Snow Qincheng took the Ice Lotus Pill, he would definitely not be her match in a one-on-one fight. Therefore, seeing the chilling killing intent she directed at him made Feng Moyang's face look extremely grim as he cursed inwardly, "Damn it, I hope you don’t fall into my hands; otherwise, I will definitely make you experience my power!"
At this moment, Qiu Mingjie clearly noticed Feng Moyang's unusual behavior and sneered:
"Aotian, don't you feel ashamed to stand behind a woman as a big man?"
Aotian coldly replied, "You don't need to provoke me. Today, I will definitely kill you, Qiu Mingjie!"
As soon as Aotian finished speaking, an uproar erupted around them.
Killing intent surged in Qiu Mingjie's eyes, but he suppressed it and said calmly, "Oh? Are you saying you want to fight me one-on-one and kill me?"
"That's right. Even without Fair Lady Xue, I can still kill you!" Aotian declared proudly.
"Arrogant!"
"Unthinkable!"
Qiu Mingjie and the Xiao Brothers, along with Xiao Ya, suddenly exclaimed in unison.
"Aotian, Qiu Mingjie is a genuine Half-Step Human Spirit warrior. With your strength, it might be dangerous for you..." Xiao Ya said with a frown.
"Uncle Xiaoya, there's no need to worry. I have my own ways to deal with him!" Aotian confidently smiled at Xiao Ya.
Looking at Aotian's confident face, Xiao Ya was slightly taken aback. Could it be that Aotian, having accepted the Soul Elder's inheritance, could directly challenge a Half-Step Human Spirit warrior? That would be too outrageous!
However, seeing Aotian's self-assured demeanor, Xiao Ya felt it was inappropriate to say much more and simply reminded him, "Be careful!"
Aotian smiled and nodded, indicating that Xiao Ya need not worry.
"Are you sure?" Snow Qincheng asked Aotian hesitantly.
"Trust me!" Aotian's face was filled with determination.
Upon hearing this, Snow Qincheng gazed deeply at Aotian, said nothing further, and simply nodded silently.
"Haha, Aotian, come out! Let me see what kind of abilities you have to dare to claim you can kill me while hiding behind a woman?!"
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