Yang Wuhui and Ding Yue looked at each other. They weren't as surprised as they thought. They knew that this was the Nine Storey Tower's territory.
Even if thousands of experts entered Imperial Dragon City using the tournament as an opportunity, it would be too conspicuous. It would be strange if the Nine Storey Tower didn't react at all.
"Wuhui, why did you come back? You killed your uncle and poisoned your father. Now, you even implicated your grandfather. After tonight, I'm afraid that the Golden Blade Sect will become history," said Feng Yaori.
"Bastard!" Yang Wuhui glared at him.
"Hehe." Feng Yaori wasn't angry and said, "Chuxiu, come and meet your brother. Ask him for advice on the true Divine Wind Sword Technique."
As soon as his voice fell, a handsome young man walked out. This person had a cold face, but the spiritual pressure on his body was far beyond his peers.
It was Feng Yaori's youngest son, and also the young master who was recognized as the future successor of the Nine Storey Tower, Feng Chuxiu.
"You killed your father and second uncle. If I don't kill you, your reputation will be ruined. Why don't you die under my sword? It can be considered as ending your pain!" said Feng Chuxiu.
"Don't let him disturb your state of mind," Ding Yue reminded. "Feng Yaori, this old man came here today with no intention of leaving alive. My Golden Blade Sect's disciple is the same. Why don't you and I decide the victor?"
"That's exactly what I was thinking." Feng Yaori glanced at Feng Chuxiu and said, "I'll leave him to you. Don't let me down!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the two of them leaped into the sky. Almost immediately, both of them unleashed their domains.
One was a golden domain, while the other was a cyan domain. Wind spiritual energy and gold spiritual energy collided.
The difference in strength between an Earth Ranking Magnate and an Earth Ranking Magnate was like the difference between heaven and earth. Although the two of them had only released their domains and had yet to determine the victor, this terrifying spiritual energy fluctuation had alarmed the various forces in Imperial Dragon City.
"Ding Yue of the Golden Blade Sect, his cultivation is indeed profound. He's worthy of being an expert on the Earth Board for a long time. Compared to Feng Yaori, he's not inferior at all. In fact, he's even stronger."
"There will definitely be a fierce battle tonight. The guards on night patrol did not go to stop them. It seems that the Imperial Palace is not going to interfere."
"The entrance of the Jindao Faction into the city is also a secret. However, the Nine Storey Tower is not to be trifled with. It seems that they have been prepared for this for a long time. I'm afraid we can only fight to the end!"
The experts from the various powers began to discuss. They had no intention of interfering in this matter. The Nine Storey Tower was a first-rate power.
Even under the threat of the Jindao Cult, he still had some strength left. Moreover, whoever made the first move now would be dragged into this mess.
They were all waiting for the final result.
At the same time, in Epang Palace.
"Your Highness, that brat Ye Tianze went to the Nine Chong Pagoda," Zhao Mingcong said. "Should we stop him so that the Zhao family won't be dragged into this?"
Diva smiled and said, "Let's walk and see."
The confrontation between two magnates would definitely not result in a life and death battle. After all, the range of the battle in the Imperial Dragon City was too large. In a battle of life and death, cultivation would not be suppressed.
However, Yang Wuhui and Feng Chuxiu, as well as the people from the Jindao Faction and the Nine Storey Tower, were different. Both sides started fighting almost immediately.
Hu Cong was also a magnate. He originally wanted to kill Yang Wuhui at the first moment, but he was soon held back by another magnate from the Jindao Faction.
Although the two of them used their domains, the range and pressure of their domains were far weaker than Ding Yue and Feng Yaori.
The only two who did not make a move were Feng Chuxiu and Yang Wuhui. They stared at each other, as if waiting for the other to make the first move.
They cultivated the same sword skill, so their understanding of each other naturally surpassed those who used different martial arts to fight.
"The injuries on your body haven't healed yet, right?" Feng Chuxiu said, "You came here in such a hurry to take revenge. Compared to your father, your state of mind is far too weak. When your father was poisoned to death, even when he was surrounded by dozens of people, he was still as steady as a rock!"
Yang Wuhui did not speak. His injuries had indeed not healed, and he had only temporarily suppressed them. He was very clear that he only had one chance.
When Feng Chuxiu attacked, he would use his sword to break Feng Chuxiu's Divine Wind Sword Skill and kill her.
In this way, he would be able to change the disadvantageous situation. Feng Chuxiu was Feng Yaori's most beloved son. If he died, Feng Yaori's state of mind would definitely sway.
In this way, his grandfather would have the opportunity to turn the disadvantageous situation into a favorable one and complete his revenge.
However, Feng Chuxiu obviously knew about the battle during the day, and the situation was completely on his side, so he was not in a hurry to make a move.
"You are waiting for me to make a move, right?" Feng Chuxiu said directly, "Unfortunately, I am not as stupid as you. It won't be too late for me to make a move after all the people from the Jindao Faction are dead."
"Oh right, do you want to know how your father and mother died?" Feng Chuxiu said, "It was tragic. Your father was cut into pieces by the chaotic sword. He fought until the last moment, but he did not compromise. The pain he suffered was no different from death by a thousand cuts. As for your mother … hmph, she was killed by my father on the bed!"
"Little vile spawn, I will kill you!" Yang Wuhui's body trembled, and he took a step forward with his sword in hand.
Feng Chuxiu revealed a complacent expression. Just as she was about to counterattack, she realized that Yang Wuhui suddenly stopped. His hand that was holding the sword was trembling, and the raindrops that fell on his body were forced away by his trembling body.
"You can really endure!" Feng Chuxiu said, "What a pity, why didn't you endure a little more? That way, your chances would be greater. "
Yang Wuhui took a step forward and retreated. He stood in the rain and suddenly calmed down. "Do you really think that I only have this little bit of skill?"
"Hmm?" Feng Chuxiu was a little surprised, but she suddenly laughed. "Hahaha, you are talking about the other Vice House Master of the Nine Storey Tower, right?"
When Yang Wuhui heard this, his expression turned ugly. The Nine Storey Tower had a total of three magnates. Hu Cong was one, and Feng Yaori was another.
The other was the first Vice House Master of the Nine Storey Tower, who was also an expert on the Earth Roll.
"Although Vice House Master Yu Xiao was once loyal to your father, he still relied on my father in the end!"
Feng Chuxiu said with a smile. "Every move of your Golden Blade Faction was told to my father by him. This is your last trump card, right? You want him to stab my father in the back and then reverse the situation? Unfortunately, you are too naive. Whatever your Golden Blade Faction can give him, the Nine Storey Tower can give him double. He is already my father's sworn brother. "
Yang Wuhui's expression changed greatly. At this moment, a voice came from the Nine Storey Tower. "House Master, I am here to lend you a hand!"
That person leaped and activated his domain. He raised his hand and slashed down with seven thousand swords, clearly aiming for Feng Yaori.
"Die!" Ding Yue also made his move at the first moment, forming a pincer attack with Yu Xiao.
However, Yang Wuhui shouted, "Grandfather, stop! It's a trap!"
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