"Interesting, watch me run the world like a wolf!"
Lang Dong's hair danced wildly like a demon. After a loud laugh, his figure suddenly disappeared. His speed was so fast that the naked eye could not catch him. One could only see a series of seemingly solid afterimages. It was as if there were thousands of incarnations, making it too much for the eyes to take in.
Pu!
The large Guan Dao suddenly cut through the air, landing on the ground and bouncing back. This caused Dragon Xiaotian to be somewhat flustered.
Lang Dong's figure strangely appeared beside Dragon Xiaotian. His fist turned into a claw and grabbed at Dragon Xiaotian's shoulder.
Dragon Xiaotian was slightly startled and his face was somewhat pale. Although the Sigh of the Dragon was very powerful, it consumed a lot of spiritual power, causing him to pant slightly.
However, he was worthy of being the number one martial arts genius in the ancient martial world. How could he admit defeat so easily? Seeing that Lang Dong's wolf claw was about to lock onto his shoulder, he did not hesitate to abandon his Guan Dao. His body was like a slippery loach as he gently twisted, avoiding the claw without delay.
"Overlord's Fist!"
Dragon Xiaotian barely avoided the claw. With a loud shout, his entire aura changed. It was as if he was an overbearing king who ruled over the world. He threw a punch at Lang Dong in an upright manner.
"Beautiful. Just based on this move, you are many times stronger than that Gui Jianchou."
Lang Dong did not seem to think that his opponent would be able to avoid the claw that he was determined to win. He gave a heartfelt sigh and raised his fist to meet Dragon Xiaotian's fist without retreating.
Gui Jianchou, whose face was swollen and was panting heavily, heard this. His face was so black that it could drip water. He snarled sullenly in his heart, "F * ck, I practice the Ghost Way. I need time to perform it, okay? You came up without saying anything and started fighting. This is purely a sneak attack, okay? If we were to fight openly, who knows who would win?"
Although he said this, Gui Jianchou was very clear in his heart that Lang Dong's speed was too fast. Even if he could do it again, he was not confident that he could perform his Ghost Way before Lang Dong attacked.
After all, the nature of the Ghost Dao was more inclined towards the Warlock type. It needed to widen the distance to gain time to cast spells. Once someone closed in on you, you could only be beaten up. Lang Dong's extraordinary speed just happened to be his nemesis.
Therefore, for Dragon Xiaotian to be able to fight with Lang Dong until now, it did not mean that he was stronger than Gui Jianchou. The main reason was that the path he took was different from Gui Jianchou. It was more suitable for a head-on confrontation, and Lang Dong did not truly bring out his strength, which made Dragon Xiaotian appear to be much stronger than Gui Jianchou.
Those with discerning eyes naturally knew what was going on, but the majority of the people present did not understand this logic. They only thought that Gui Jianchou had an undeserved reputation and could not be compared to Long Xiaotian at all. How could Gui Jianchou not feel aggrieved?
"Battle of Emperors!"
Although everyone was restricted to the Sky realm, Dragon Xiaotian knew that Lang Dong's cultivation was definitely far higher than the Sky realm. He was definitely not a match for Lang Dong in a battle of attrition. So, with the intention of finishing the battle quickly, he directly performed a powerful killing move without caring about the consumption of his energy, wanting to decide the outcome with one move.
Two shadows, six feet tall, wearing crowns and dragon robes, with blurry faces, appeared behind him out of thin air. They were like emperors looking down on the world. They raised their hands and struck each other with full power. A horrifying wave of air surged, converged into an overbearing flood that swept through the world, and pounced towards Lang Dong's face.
"Dharma? Oh my god, it's a True Martial level battle skill. "
"No wonder Dragon Xiaotian is called the number one genius of the ancient martial arts. He can actually use a True Martial level battle skill with the cultivation of the Sky realm."
"Ah, battle skill. Only a Heaven level Cultivation Method can use a Dharma battle skill. The Long family deserves to be an ancient martial arts family with a deep foundation."
"Hiss! Heaven level cultivation method? How is that possible? How could those Sacred Sects allow the Long family to have a Heaven level cultivation method? "
"You're ignorant. Hundreds of years ago, the ancestors of the Long family took the initiative to give this cultivation method to the Sacred Sects. This is a Heaven level cultivation method with bloodline restrictions. Without the Long family's bloodline, no matter how talented you are, you can't practice the Long family's cultivation method."
"Damn, it can be like this. No wonder the Sacred Sects don't covet the Long family."
"If only the Long family had a bloodline cultivation method, I'm afraid they would have been destroyed by the Sacred Sects long ago to avoid raising a tiger and causing trouble. But in the ancient martial arts world, there is more than one family that has a bloodline cultivation method."
"Oh, which family has a bloodline cultivation method?"
"A long time ago, there were eight great ancient martial arts families in the ancient martial arts world: Long, Bai, Feng, Gui, Xiong, He, Yuan, and Bao. All of them had Heaven level bloodline cultivation methods passed down in their families."
"I know about the Long family and the Feng family, but I've never heard of the other six families."
"These eight great ancient martial arts families are all ancient families with hundreds or even thousands of years of history. At their peak, there were as many experts as there were clouds in their families. They even suppressed all the Sacred Sects. But for some unknown reason, at the end of the Song Dynasty, other than the Long and Feng families, all the other families suddenly disappeared in the long river of history. Although the Long and Feng families have survived to this day, they have suffered great losses and can only be ranked below the Sacred Sects."
"Could it be the Sacred Sects …"
"Shh, do you want to die? Be careful with your words, lest disaster comes from the mouth. "
"Oh, hehe, the moon is really round today. The weather is not bad."
…
Along with the exclamations and whispers of the crowd, He Ling 'er's ears twitched. She frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.
Bai family? White tiger family? Gui family? Black tortoise family? Xiong family? Could it be the Violent Earth Bear family? Yuan family? Could it be the Diamond ape family? Bao family? Could it be the Ghost Leopard Clan? Could the He Clan be his ancestors, the He Clan?
After all, the He family was not a native of the Kun Peng World. Their ancestors had been chased and accidentally entered the Kun Peng World. They had been living there ever since.
Who were they being chased by? Could it be these so-called Sacred Sects?
As for the time not matching? There was nothing wrong with it. The flow of time between the two worlds was different. A hundred years on Earth was ten thousand years in the Kun Peng World. A thousand years was a hundred thousand years.
Ancestor He had entered the Kun Peng World by mistake about eighty thousand years ago. The Song Dynasty happened to be around eight hundred years ago, which basically matched the time when the He family disappeared.
Did Second Uncle find the Ancestral Land? Perhaps the He Clan was a clue, He Ling thought to herself.
He Ming left alone to search for the Ancestral Land on the second day he came to the human world. There was no news from him until now.
"Wolf howling in the sky!"
Lang Dong's eyes shone brightly as he felt the terrifying power of the battle between the emperors. He arched his waist and straightened his body. Suddenly, a giant wolf shadow of fifty feet appeared behind him. It let out an ear-piercing howl and scratched forward with its huge claws. The two emperors shadows were torn like paper and disappeared in the air.
"Ugh!"
Long Xiaotian let out a muffled groan and staggered two steps back. His face turned pale and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He cupped his fists and bowed dejectedly. "I lost."
Lang Dong kept the shadows and said with admiration in his eyes, "You are not bad. I was able to defeat you easily because my cultivation level is higher than yours. There are only a few people who can defeat you in the same realm."
Long Xiaotian shook his head bitterly and said calmly, "Although your cultivation realm is higher than mine, it is also suppressed. If I lose, I lose. There is no good reason to find. I am not as good as you."
Lang Dong had fought to his heart's content and felt a natural sympathy for Long Xiaotian. Seeing that Long Xiaotian was a little depressed, he smiled and comforted him, "Of course it is different. Although my cultivation level was suppressed, the amount of spiritual power I can store is a world of difference compared to yours. If I am not wrong, your last move, the battle between the emperors, was not able to display its full power because you did not have enough spiritual power. That was why I was able to tear it apart easily."
"Well, that is true. The more spiritual power I input, the more powerful the Dharma formed by the battle between the emperors. I did not have enough spiritual power, so I did not even display a thousandth of its power."
Long Xiaotian could accept his failure, but he could not accept his family's combat skills being looked down upon. Therefore, he deliberately explained himself.
"When you are able to display the full power of this move, we will fight again."
Lang Dong smiled as he invited Long Xiaotian. Long Xiaotian's depressed mood was swept away, and he was once again full of fighting spirit. He nodded his head and cupped his fists in a serious manner. Picking up the Guan Dao, he dragged it back to the Long family.
Long Xiaotian's strength was very strong. Gui Jianchou thought that if he really fought with Long Xiaotian, he would not have much chance of winning. This made him extremely depressed. He quietly gestured to his eight bruised and swollen lackeys and slipped into the crowd with his face covered in dirt.
The farcical conflict came to an end. Lang Dong and the others did not have the mood to continue strolling. They brought Pi Muxiao and Helena, who was like a dog skin plaster, back to the station in a mighty manner. Feng Lingxiao's face was flushed red as he followed behind them with the members of the Royal Alliance. He felt that he had lost all his face tonight because of his precious daughter.
However, when he saw the two corpses of the disciples of the Holy Medical Family lying there alone, he immediately felt balanced. Compared to losing face, who could be more humiliated than the Holy Medical Family? They did not even dare to send people to collect the corpses.
Very quickly, the night market returned to its normal order. People strolled around in groups of twos and threes, but all of them were in high spirits. Saliva flew everywhere as they discussed the scene just now. All of them were guessing who Lang Dong and the others were. They actually didn't even put the Sacred Gate and Ghost Dao Sect in their eyes.
In the station of the Holy Medical Family, the old antique with white hair and a ruddy complexion looked as gloomy as water. He stared coldly at Pi Yitian, who was kneeling on the ground with a weak breath, and said angrily, "All the sects have just signed the treaty that no violence is allowed during the Warriors' Assembly. But you took the lead to break the treaty for a few troublemaking disciples …"
"Martial uncle, those people went too far. What's more, they and Ding Ning …"
Pi Yitian argued with an indignant look.
His Martial Soul was seriously injured. Even if he had taken the Soul-consolidating Pill, it could not be recovered in a short time. This made him, who was already vengeful, more resentful towards Ding Ning.
"Shut up!"
Han Wuyang, the old man of Holy Martial Arts, shouted harshly. Looking at Pi Yitian, who looked angry, he scolded angrily, "I think you have been in a high position for a long time and have long forgotten the rules of Jianghu. Don't involve your own family. This is the general rule since ancient times. If you want to deal with Ding Ning, you have many ways. Ding Ning is not here today. Why did you make trouble for his friends?"
"I … I didn't make trouble for them. It was they who did not care about the Holy Medical Family at all. They killed the disciples of the Holy Medical Family first. If I didn't take action, others would think that the Holy Medical Family was afraid of them. Who would take us seriously? Did I also take action to maintain the prestige of the Holy Medical Family? "
Pi Yitian argued for himself with a guilty conscience.
"Humph, what a slogan to maintain prestige! But what's the result? Haven't you lost the face of the Holy Medical Family? "
Seeing that he still dared to be stubborn, Han Wuyang instantly became angry and shouted angrily.
Pi Yitian lost his temper like a deflated ball. He hung his head and said dejectedly, "I didn't know that they had a master of Holy Martial Arts."
"This is why you are so stupid. Do you think they have no confidence? Why did they dare to kill the disciples of the Holy Medical Family in public?"
Han Wuyang's eyes were like torches. He stared at him angrily and said coldly. Thinking that he had lost his face because of this idiot, his face became even darker.
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