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As soon as Yan Xiaotian's voice fell, the massive net formed by water droplets and Inner Energy suddenly flew towards Luo Xiong, enveloping him from above. The net spanned several hundred square feet, its size imposing. Holding the Divine Blade, Luo Xiong felt a surge of fear, but at that moment, he had no choice but to brace himself and endure.
As the net descended, Luo Xiong swung his blade, determined to cut through it. He could not believe that mere water droplets and Inner Energy could withstand the force of his Divine Blade at close range. With a powerful slash, he expected to tear a gash in the net. To his delight, the blade did indeed slice through, creating an opening. Just as he was about to escape through it, it was too late; the net rapidly constricted and spun around him. The Inner Strength Silk Threads that had been severed stuck to his Divine Blade, making it impossible for him to withdraw it.
The net acted like a meat grinder, mercilessly shredding Luo Xiong into pieces. A heap of flesh and blood fell into the river below, staining the waters red. His Divine Blade fell from the air, just as it was about to plunge into the water when Yan Xiaotian suddenly stood up and dashed across the surface of the water, catching the blade in his hand.
"This is a fine blade, but unfortunately, it hasn't found its rightful owner," Yan Xiaotian remarked with a smile as he held the blade before him. He even flicked it lightly, producing a dull sound that resonated like sonic waves, causing pain in everyone’s eardrums.
Everyone was terrified by Yan Xiaotian's display; a Divine Realm expert had fallen just like that, and the brutality of his death was hard to bear. The Luo family members watched in fury as their Ancestor was killed but dared not utter a word; Yan Xiaotian was far too powerful—unbelievably so.
Killing a Divine Realm expert was as easy as slaughtering a chicken. Witnessing Luo Xiong's demise left Peng Tianqi, Hua Yuedao, and Yan Lianwei visibly shaken. Particularly Hua Yuedao and Yan Lianwei had just moments ago dismissed Yan Xiaotian as unworthy of their attention and had even boasted about challenging him one-on-one; now they were filled with dread.
If Yan Xiaotian could kill Luo Xiong so easily, how would they fare against him?
"Those who do not recognize their limits will always pay the price. Now tell me, what are your thoughts? Who wishes to challenge me? I am ready for you," Yan Xiaotian said while looking at Peng Tianqi, Hua Yuedao, and Yan Lianwei on the boat with a smile that was neither here nor there.
The air fell into a deathly silence.
"How about we all attack together?" Hua Yuedao suggested quietly.
Individually, they might not be able to handle Yan Xiaotian, but if they teamed up, their chances of defeating him would increase significantly.
"Wouldn't that be somewhat dishonorable?" Yan Lianwei expressed his concerns.
"At this point, do we have any other options? We underestimated Yan Xiaotian's strength; if we fight him one-on-one, we are definitely outmatched. If we join forces, we might have a chance; otherwise, we must concede," Hua Yuedao replied.
"I agree we should work together. Tianqi brother, what do you think?" Yan Lianwei asked; conceding was not an option for them.
If they surrendered now, it would mean that four of Huaxia's seven Martial Arts Families had been defeated by Yan Xiaotian alone—a scenario that had already played out once before and must not be repeated.
"Let’s join forces; at this point, we have no other choice. Yan Xiaotian's current strength is unfathomable. Only by working together can we hope for victory. It’s a pity about Brother Luo Xiong," Peng Tianqi said solemnly.
Luo Xiong had sacrificed his life to gauge Yan Xiaotian's power. The reality of Yan Xiaotian's strength far exceeded what Peng Tianqi and the others had anticipated. The situation had escalated beyond imagination; they no longer had the luxury of choice—either they surrendered or fought together.
Surrendering would be too humiliating; thus, they resolved to face him together.
"Yan Xiaotian, do not overstep your bounds. You are no longer a part of Huaxia and have no right to meddle in Huaxia Martial Arts. If you leave now, we can let bygones be bygones. But if you continue to act arrogantly, do not blame us for joining forces to uphold justice," Peng Tianqi declared loudly.
"Enough with the nonsense. Come at me together. Back then, it took more than ten of you to barely defeat me. Now, with just the three of you? Even if a few more join, what difference would it make? I still won't take you seriously. You have no idea how vast the gap between us really is," Yan Xiaotian replied, standing with his hands behind his back, exuding arrogance.
The three of them exchanged glances before leaping into action, forming a triangular formation that surrounded Yan Xiaotian.
This was an unprecedented battle—three Divine Realm warriors joining forces to challenge one Divine Realm warrior.
Everyone watched intently; some hoped for Peng Tianqi's victory while others wished for Yan Xiaotian's triumph.
Jiang Chen sat comfortably in a chair, sipping tea leisurely, seemingly unconcerned about the unfolding events.
"Mr. Jiang, how can you still be drinking tea? That Yan Xiaotian from Hongmen is surprisingly strong. What if my grandfather and the others can't win?" Peng Bo exclaimed anxiously upon seeing Jiang Chen's nonchalant demeanor.
This was Peng Bo's first time witnessing a Divine Realm confrontation. Initially, he thought that with four Divine Realm warriors on their side, even if Yan Xiaotian was exceptional, he wouldn't stand a chance against them. But now, he was worried; Yan Xiaotian's strength exceeded expectations.
Even with three Divine Realm warriors joining forces, Peng Bo wasn't sure they could defeat Yan Xiaotian. In this critical moment, he expected Jiang Chen to share his concern, but instead found him remarkably calm.
"If your grandfather can't defeat Yan Xiaotian, then there's still me," Jiang Chen said with a smile.
"You? Mr. Jiang, don't joke around. The opponent is a Divine Realm warrior! You can't possibly be one yourself at such a young age!" Peng Bo responded in disbelief.
Jiang Chen being a Master of Transformation was already hard to fathom; how could he possibly be a Divine Realm warrior? It seemed impossible.
"Do you think I'm joking?" Jiang Chen retorted.
"Uh..." Peng Bo was at a loss for words. After a long pause, he finally said, "Mr. Jiang, even if you are a Divine Realm warrior, it doesn't mean you can match Yan Xiaotian. Senior Luo Xiong is also a Divine Realm warrior but had no strength to fight back against Yan Xiaotian. You saw it yourself; if things go south later on, Mr. Jiang, it would be best for you to leave quickly. I've prepared a covered boat for you; if things get dangerous, just take it and avoid the storm."
"You're kind-hearted, but it's unnecessary," Jiang Chen replied with a smile.
Seeing Jiang Chen's stubbornness left Peng Bo feeling helpless. Convincing him that Jiang Chen was stronger than his grandfather was simply impossible—like trying to make an adult believe that a five-year-old child could defeat the world champion boxer; the likelihood was virtually negligible.
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