"Looks like you don't want to be a human anymore."
A short sentence from Duan Lingtian caused the expressions of the 11 young men and young women including Hou Jun to go pale, and all of them were infuriated by Duan Lingtian.
"Attack together!"
Someone suddenly shouted out, and the group of young men and young women pounced towards Duan Lingtian with tacit understanding. For a time, the sound of air exploding rose and fell in the sky without end.
In the sky, ancient horned dragon silhouettes that covered the sky condensed into form, and they revealed a menacing aura.
Duan Lingtian's gaze was calm as he faced the young men and young women that assaulted him from all directions, and his eyes squinted abruptly before a dim light flashed within them.
Thousand Illusions!
In an instant, Duan Ling Tian cast his exclusive Soul Skill.
An illusory space appeared out of thin air and enveloped an area of over 10 meters with Duan Lingtian at the center. Even though it enveloped Feng Tianwu within it, it didn't target Feng Tianwu.
So Feng Tianwu wasn't affected by it.
Then, an inconceivable scene appeared.
The group of young men and young women that were originally pouncing towards Duan Lingtian turned around when they were about to touch Duan Lingtian, and they entered into a chaotic battle.
"Kid, I'll kill you!"
Hou Jun shouted out explosively as his uninjured hand punched out, and it smashed onto one of his companions and injured him.
Bang!
Subsequently, Hou Jun was struck as well.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
…
The chaotic battle continued like a raging fire.
"Tian Wu, let's continue."
Duan Lingtian completely disregarded the 11 young men and young women that were in a chaotic battle, and he raised his wine cup as he spoke to Feng Tianwu.
On the other hand, Feng Tianwu had been shocked by the scene before her since long ago.
"What exactly did Elder Brother Duan do?"
She was extremely puzzled in her heart.
At the same time that the scene before her caused her to be shocked, she felt a chill run down her spine because it was truly too strange.
"This situation feels similar to when Elder Brother Duan defeated Bai Hao …"
Feng Tianwu couldn't help but recall the scene she saw during the Darkhan Dynasty's Martial Competition.
At that time, Duan Lingtian defeated Bai Hao, and the circumstances were similarly strange.
It wasn't just Feng Tianwu, the group of middle aged and old customers on the ninth floor of the Iceflame Pavilion were dumbstruck as well.
What are these Little Ancestors that usually call themselves overlords in the Darming Dynasty's Capital playing now?
Even the Third Prince had an incomparably solemn expression at this moment. His brows were filled with fear. "Who exactly is he?"
Soon, the Third Prince left his seat.
He didn't leave the Icefire Pavilion's ninth floor, but walked inside instead.
There was a spacious private room on the ninth floor of the Iceflame Pavilion, and it was usually provided for the few people with the highest status in the Zhao Clan to use and entertain guests.
"Ouch."
"Ah!"
"Wah wah!"
…
Numerous miserable shrill cries rose and fell, and it wasn't long before only one of the 11 young men and women remained standing, whereas, the others had all fallen on the ground in a disorderly manner.
Duan Lingtian's brows raised as the dim light in the depths of his eyes was restrained, and he withdrew his soul skill.
Instantly, the illusory space shattered into pieces.
"What's going on?"
After the illusory space vanished, the group of young men and women that lay on the ground were completely dumbstruck when they saw Duan Lingtian was completely unharmed.
"Didn't I knock him down?"
"I clearly punched his face and bashed him into a pig's head? Huang Cui, you … Why did you become a pig's head? "
…
After the group of young men and women glanced at each other, they finally realized a problem.
The problem was that the person they'd injured earlier wasn't Duan Lingtian, but their own companions.
But, why did such a thing happen?
"Demonic arts! He knows demonic arts! "
It was unknown who shouted.
Instantly, the expressions of the group of young men and women went pale, and their eyes were filled with terror when they looked at Duan Lingtian once more.
What was unknown was undoubtedly the most terrifying.
Earlier, they were completely unable to react to what had happened, and they'd directly fallen into Duan Lingtian's demonic arts.
"All of you … Do you still want one of my hands and one of my legs?"
Duan Lingtian glanced indifferently at the group of people before him and slowly asked.
The latter looked at each other in dismay when they heard this, and all of them lowered their heads in shame.
There were so many of them, yet they couldn't even deal with a kid that looked to be around 25 years old. They'd truly lost all face!
"You're called Hou Jun, right?"
Duan Lingtian's gaze descended onto the young man with a wretched appearance that had one of his hands crippled by him.
The young man's face went pale when he saw Duan Lingtian staring at him, and he shrunk back with slight fear. "You … What do you want to do? I'm telling you, I'm the son of the Hou Clan's Patriarch. If you dare touch me, my father won't let you off! "
"Earlier, you seemed to be working for that Third Prince, right?"
Duan Lingtian spoke indifferently, and then he raised his head to glance at the nearby Hou Clan and said, "But, when all of you encountered trouble, he seemed to have fled the quickest … Was it worth it?"
Was it worth it?
Duan Lingtian's words caused Hou Jun to turn around in bewilderment, and his face went slightly pale when he saw the Third Prince had left.
"The Third Prince has gone to a room."
Meanwhile, a middle aged man at a nearby table reminded Hou Jun via voice transmission.
"Hahahaha …"
Hou Jun was stunned when he heard this, and then he started roaring with laughter at the same time.
Duan Lingtian frowned. This Hou Jun wouldn't have gone mad, right?
"Kid, don't leave if you have the balls!"
Hou Jun stared hatefully at Duan Lingtian as he spoke with a hateful voice.
This caused his companions to be puzzled.
"The Third Prince has entered a room."
Hou Jun spoke as he looked at the unique room on the ninth floor, and his eyes were filled with reverence as if there was something terrifying within it.
"The Third Prince has entered a room?"
Instantly, the gazes of the other 10 young men and young women lit up.
"Kid, continue staying here if you have the balls."
"Exactly! You're a coward if you dare leave. "
"You're my grandson if you leave!"
…
The group of young men and young women spoke at the same time. All of them had a common objective, and it was to goad Duan Lingtian into staying.
"Idiot!"
Duan Lingtian glanced indifferently at the group of young men and young women before paying no further attention to them, and then he looked at Feng Tianwu. "Tianwu, let's continue drinking."
Feng Tianwu nodded. Since even Duan Lingtian wasn't afraid, then she naturally wouldn't be afraid as well.
Right when the hall on the ninth floor was extremely bustling, after the Third Prince pushed open the door and entered into the room, he looked at the young man that sat upright in meditation with his eyes closed.
"Zhao Wei Yi."
The Third Prince spoke slowly.
The young man wore green clothes, looked to be a little over 30, and had a handsome appearance. When looked at from afar, he was like a delicate and pretty woman, but the Adam's apple on his throat undoubtedly spoke of his identity as a man.
He was precisely one of the two most outstanding people in the younger generation of the Darming Dynasty.
The Zhao Clan's Zhao Wei Yi!
So long as it was a member of the Darming Dynasty, they knew that this young man whose name sounded like a woman and looked like a woman possessed an extremely terrifying cultivation and extremely ruthless methods beneath his weak appearance.
So long as it was Zhao Wei Yi that made a move, there were very few survivors.
"Lu Hao, do you need something from me?"
Finally, Zhao Wei Yi slowly opened his eyes and looked at the white clothed young man with a calm expression, and he directly called out the white clothed young man's name as if he didn't take the white clothed young man seriously at all.
Lu Hao wasn't surprised by this.
After all, even if Zhao Wei Yi faced his Eldest Imperial Brother, the Crown Prince of the Darming Dynasty's Imperial Family, Zhao Wei Yi directly called him by his name, let alone him.
Most importantly, this Zhao Wei Yi's strength was much stronger than his.
"Zhao Wei Yi, if you still don't leave, then our Darming Dynasty will lose face greatly this time!"
Lu Hao, the Third Prince of the Darkhan Dynasty's Imperial Family, spoke slowly.
"Hmm?"
Slight bewilderment appeared between Zhao Wei Yi's brows when he heard this.
The soundproofing effect of the room was extremely weak, and coupled with Zhao Wei Yi being cultivating earlier, he didn't know what had occurred in the hall outside.
"Today, a young man and young woman came to the ninth floor of your Zhao Clan's Iceflame Pavilion … The young man looked to be around 25 years old, and the young woman was around 20 years old."
Lu Hao spoke.
"What happened after that?"
Zhao Wei Yi asked with interest.
"After that, Hou Jun's hand was crippled by that young man. That young man was ruthless, and even if he had a grade three Life Recovery Pill, he was powerless to save Hou Jun!"
Lu Hao continued.
Zhao Wei Yi frowned when he heard this. "Being able to cripple Hou Jun indicated that he was at least an eighth level Void Initiation Stage martial artist … An eighth level Void Initiation Stage martial artist around the age of 25?"
Even if it was Zhao Wei Yi, he couldn't help but be shocked now.
After all, even if it was him, he'd only broken through to the eighth level of the Void Initiation Stage after the age of 30.
Now, when he heard a young man at the age of 25 possessed a cultivation at the eighth level of the Void Initiation Stage or above, it was slightly difficult for him to accept.
As a genius in the Martial Dao, he had his own pride, and it was difficult for him to endure someone's natural talent being so much stronger than him.
"Eighth level of the Void Initiation Stage?"
Lu Hao said with disdain when he heard Zhao Wei Yi's judgment. "He isn't simply at the eighth level of the Void Initiation Stage … If I tell you that Hou Jun's group of 11, three eighth level Void Initiation Stage martial artists, five seventh level Void Initiation Stage martial artists, and three sixth level Void Initiation Stage martial artists joined forces to deal with that young man, yet they weren't even able to touch the corners of his clothes before all of them fell down, what would you think?"
Whoosh!
As soon as Lu Hao finished speaking, Zhao Wei Yi instantly sat up as a bright light flashed within his eyes. "There's such a thing? I'm slightly interested in him now that you've said this. He's most probably from another Dynasty, and he's passing through our Darming Dynasty with the intention of participating in the Martial Competition of the Ten Dynasties. "
"Let's go! Come with me to meet him. "
Zhao Wei Yi walked out.
"Wait."
Lu Hao stopped Zhao Wei Yi.
"Hmm?"
Zhao Wei Yi looked at Lu Hao with a bewildered expression, and he didn't know what Lu Hao wanted to say.
"Zhao Wei Yi, I have to remind you of something … When Hou Jun's group of 11 joined forces to deal with that fellow, not only were they unable to touch the corners of his clothes."
When he spoke up to here, Lu Hao paused for a moment before continuing. "From the beginning until the end, that person sat on the spot without moving! He seemed to have utilized some sort of strange ability to cause Hou Jun's group of 11 to kill each other and injure all of them. "
"What?!"
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