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After exchanging a palm strike with Divine Peng Young Master, Nangong Wuxin stepped back, both of them separating. Divine Peng Young Master felt a deep shock within; he was well aware of his exceptional talent and how his father had nurtured him step by step after he was recognized as a genius. Yet, the young man before him, clearly a few years younger, matched him in cultivation and strength. This was undeniably hard to accept.
The High Priests, witnessing the confrontation between Nangong Wuxin and Divine Peng Young Master, rushed forward, intending to subdue Nangong Wuxin. However, Divine Peng Young Master blocked their way and glanced at Nangong Wuxin, saying, "Come and fight!"
With that, Divine Peng Young Master flew out from the observation deck of Sky One Tower.
Everyone could see that Divine Peng Young Master regarded this Mischievous Boy as a worthy opponent; otherwise, he wouldn't have been so serious, fearing that their battle might damage Sky One Tower.
Who was this boy? No one had heard of him before; he was unknown. But after today, even if he were to lose, no one would look down on him. It was rare for someone to earn the respect of Divine Peng Young Master—he was truly an invincible presence among his peers.
His eyebrows were high and arrogant, his appearance handsome, and his demeanor outstanding. Most importantly, he was wealthy; the entire Sky One Tower belonged to him. Therefore, almost everyone in the imperial city recognized him. He was the heartthrob of all young women, with countless females infatuated and crazy for him.
However, Divine Peng Young Master was focused on business for the royal family and was a cultivation fanatic; thus, he paid no heed to the charms of beautiful women.
In the eyes of many, he had already become the foremost figure among the younger generation of cultivators.
"What is your name? I do not kill nameless people," Divine Peng Young Master asked calmly. He did not shout in a fit of rage nor did he use his status to oppress his opponent; he sought a fair fight.
Since pledging allegiance to Central Sovereign, no one had dared challenge him again. He remembered that long ago some geniuses had come to challenge him, and he had killed all those who lost.
He had never actively challenged anyone before. However, today this boy had trampled on his brother's dignity in front of him, bringing shame upon his face. Thus, he intended to defeat this boy using the most conventional method known to all.
"Nangong Wuxin," Nangong Wuxin replied calmly without hesitation. This name was given to him by his adoptive father; he would face the world with it.
After the Myriad Spirit Sect's destruction, he and Zhao Yang along with other survivors fled. Later on, he suddenly lost consciousness and when he awoke, he found himself in a picturesque place surrounded by protective formations with Scholar Xiu guarding beside him.
Later on, when Nangong Wuxin sought out his origins based on what his adoptive father had said during his lifetime, he arrived at an abandoned residence that felt peculiar to him. It stirred something within him that made tears flow uncontrollably from his eyes.
Later, Nangong Wuxin inquired everywhere but could not uncover what had happened in the abandoned mansion. However, he sensed that this desolate place might have once been his home; otherwise, he wouldn't have felt such a connection.
From childhood to adulthood, Nangong Wuxin had always been a mischievous and cheerful person, never allowing worries to trouble him or sorrow to weigh him down. He lived life as it came, carefree and unburdened.
Yet, the pain brought by growing up became increasingly profound. The more he learned, the less happy he felt.
As people grow up, they inevitably face many things they would rather avoid.
Nangong Wuxin's garments fluttered as he followed Divine Peng Young Master to a grassy area not far from Sky One Tower. As soon as they landed, both of them launched attacks at each other simultaneously. Divine Peng Young Master let out a powerful cry like that of a mythical bird and unleashed a deadly move. A finger of electric light shot toward the void, causing the space within five zhang before him to tremble violently, like a stone dropped into a deep pond creating ripples.
Wherever the ripples passed, all grass, trees, and stones were reduced to dust. Nangong Wuxin frowned slightly and dared not take it head-on; he immediately flipped and jumped away.
However, Divine Peng Young Master suddenly transformed into a specter, penetrating through his body to the other side. Nangong Wuxin was taken aback and found himself unable to defend against it.
Although he suffered no physical harm, he distinctly felt Divine Peng Young Master's body pass through his own! Before he could react, Divine Peng Young Master fixed him with a serious gaze and executed the same technique again, passing through him from another direction. This happened eight times in total from all directions. Nangong Wuxin was completely on the defensive, unable to mount any form of counterattack.
On the eighth pass when Divine Peng Young Master traversed through him again, Nangong Wuxin finally felt a tightness in his chest and found it hard to breathe. Divine Peng Young Master finally halted his movements and stared coldly at Nangong Wuxin, revealing a murderous intent.
Seeing that Divine Peng Young Master had stopped attacking, Nangong Wuxin's palms glowed with brilliant light like roaring flames; however, this flame was sky blue, as if embracing the heavens and drawing the vast sky into his grasp. Although Divine Peng Young Master did not know what Nangong Wuxin was doing, he sensed that Nangong Wuxin was also preparing a powerful move. Thus, he quickly formed hand seals and thought of a formidable technique intended to eliminate Nangong Wuxin.
Nangong Wuxin was drenched in sweat; he realized that he must have fallen victim to some Evil Technique or that his body's meridians had been disrupted; otherwise, it would be impossible for him to feel increasingly breathless.
Fortunately, cultivators could control their breathing for extended periods; otherwise, Nangong Wuxin might have suffocated at any moment.
Nangong Wuxin's palms shone brightly as his body trembled slightly. The instant his hands touched the ground, strange characters appeared on the earth in concentric circles around a central point, forming a special and dense formation that swept outwards in all directions.
Divine Peng Young Master did not dare to be careless. He lifted his toes and leaped into the air, calmly watching Nangong Wuxin, whose face was gradually turning red.
At that moment, however, spikes suddenly erupted from the ground, stretching over ten feet long. These spikes shot up from the formation's pattern, their tips glowing with a ghostly light, indicating they were highly poisonous. If one were to be pierced by them, it would be disastrous—if not dead, then surely crippled.
Divine Peng Young Master realized it was too late to evade, as the spikes had appeared far too suddenly. The formation had served as a feint to lure him into the air, followed by a thunderous technique that propelled his opponent upward. Although cultivators could maneuver in mid-air after reaching a certain level of skill, making sudden turns required momentum. Zhao Yang calculated that aside from using Time Walk, it was impossible to evade such an attack solely with body techniques or aerial flight—especially for Divine Peng Young Master.
The spikes shot out of the ground, piercing toward the sky.
A shrill scream echoed in everyone's ears as Divine Peng Young Master's body was impaled by the spikes, pinned amidst them, his legs trembling slightly as he lay on his back, facing the heavens.
Gasps of disbelief filled the air; how could Divine Peng Young Master, one of Zhongzhou Royal Family's Third Young Masters, be killed within Half a Incense Stick by someone much younger and at the same level?
All High Priests were taken aback and leaped toward Nangong Wuxin's location.
"Impudent! Retreat!" The voice belonged to none other than Divine Peng Young Master himself, still pinned at the tips of the spikes.
With a sudden surge of strength, Divine Peng Young Master swung his arm fiercely. A powerful shockwave erupted like a blazing sun, reducing all the spikes to mere scattered weeds, leaving behind a trace of elegance as they fluttered in the breeze.
Nangong Wuxin did not believe that his attack could kill Divine Peng Young Master. When he looked up, he saw Divine Peng Young Master's furious face, filled with cruelty and bloodlust.
When a handsome person gets angry, it feels far more terrifying than when an ordinary person does.
Divine Peng Young Master's hands continued to form seals. Suddenly, with a grim voice fixed on Nangong Wuxin, he declared: "Die!"
A massive shadow ten feet tall appeared in the arena, standing behind Nangong Wuxin. The shadow resembled a reaper, grinning wickedly with bloodstains on its fangs that sent chills down everyone's spines. Nangong Wuxin screamed in agony as pain coursed through him.
The sudden scream pierced the hearts of countless onlookers.
Two geniuses were dueling, and they were both exceptionally handsome men. Divine Peng Young Master exuded an extraordinary presence, while Nangong Wuxin, though appearing younger, had a cherubic face that was quirky and endearing. When he screamed in pain, everyone felt a shiver of sympathy.
Nangong Wuxin's cry was due to the agony he felt from a massive blade that had pierced through his neck, even slicing through his skull, a sight that was truly shocking. Meanwhile, Divine Peng Young Master stood at a distance, laughing. His expression was arrogant and emotionless, yet it always gave off an air of disdain for others. Even at this moment, when victory seemed assured, he remained vigilant.
Zhao Yang clenched his fists, realizing the dire situation and fearing that Nangong Wuxin was about to die.
Suddenly, Datong appeared beside him, blocking his path.
At the same time, a young man with a slightly pale complexion and dressed like a scholar stood next to Zhao Yang. He said, "He'll be fine."
This young man was Scholar Xiu.
For years, Scholar Xiu had regarded Zhao Yang as an idol and mentor, viewing him as his life’s goal. Standing beside Zhao Yang now filled him with joy at their reunion, but he also felt an overwhelming excitement. For so long, he had been standing behind Zhao Yang and Long Xiao Wu, letting them shield him from the storms of life. He could share in their blessings but not in their hardships.
At this moment, his heart surged with emotion as he thought, "I can finally stand beside you and fight together!"
Then Scholar Xiu closed his eyes. No one saw the shadow that emerged from his body and swiftly merged with the severely injured Nangong Wuxin.
Having traveled together for nearly a year, Nangong Wuxin had been astonished by Scholar Xiu's progress—not only in cultivation but also in his medical skills.
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