When the burly man saw that Yang Xuan was ignoring him, a strange look flashed across his eyes. His face was filled with anger as he turned to Yan Feiwen and scolded loudly, "Seventh brother, today is Master Xuanwen's birthday, yet you've brought unimportant people here to cause trouble. Aren't you afraid that father will blame you?"
Yan Feiwen glared at him. Just as he was about to speak, Yang Xuan glanced at him indifferently and asked, "Who is he?"
Without waiting for Yan Feiwen's reply, the man took a step forward with an arrogant expression. "I am Yan Feiyun!"
In fact, he had already vaguely guessed Yang Xuan's identity. He thought that Yang Xuan would have some misgivings after revealing his identity, but Yang Xuan did not even look at him. He only glanced at him coldly. "Did I ask you?"
Yan Feiyun's expression froze. Then, he felt a surge of anger rise in his heart. However, he was apprehensive of Yang Xuan's identity as a Xiantian Master, so he could not flare up. Thus, he snorted coldly and turned to Yan Feiwen. "Seventh Brother, who is this person? Why aren't you greeting Master Xuanwen? "
Yan Feiwen's face turned ashen. Yan Feiyun was openly slapping his face. Not only did he slap his face, but he also did not put Yang Xuan in his eyes.
Yan Feiyun was usually arrogant and looked down on everyone. Although he had already guessed that the person standing in front of him was a Xiantian Master, he had a noble status and the support of an expert, so he did not take Yang Xuan to heart.
After all, he was just a newly advanced Xiantian Master. How could he be compared to a veteran Xiantian Master like Master Xuanwen? With Master Xuanwen's support, he had nothing to fear. Thinking of this, Yan Feiyun revealed a smile that he thought was cool as he looked at Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan suddenly snorted coldly.
Boom!
Yan Feiyun felt as if a sudden clap of thunder had exploded beside his ears. In an instant, he saw stars before his eyes. His body staggered back three big steps in a row. He felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Not only him, Yang Xuan's cold snort made all the civil and military officials in the hall feel as if there was a muffled thunder in their ears, shaking them to the point that they saw stars and their bodies trembled.
Among them, there was no lack of martial arts experts. They were all shaken to the point that their legs went soft and their chests turned sweet.
For a time, the entire hall was deathly silent. Everyone's faces were ashen as they stared at Yang Xuan in shock and horror.
However, Yang Xuan dared to injure someone in front of Xuan Wen Li. This was out of everyone's expectations.
It was one thing to have power, but it was another to have the determination to use it.
Just like in Yang Xuan's previous life, there were many countries that possessed nuclear weapons, but those that were determined to use nuclear weapons were feared.
Xuan Wen Li's eyes narrowed as his heart skipped a beat. In that instant, he hadn't felt the slightest fluctuation of Xiantian Qi, but Yan Feiyun was already injured and couldn't stop it in time.
Yan Feiyun took a while to regain his composure, a trace of fear flashing through his eyes. He never would have thought that Yang Xuan would attack him so openly in front of so many civil and military officials and a Xiantian Master, without the slightest mercy.
He had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and his talent was outstanding. Coupled with his status as a member of the imperial family, he had an endless supply of elixirs and miraculous medicines. At such a young age, he had already reached the peak of the tenth stage of Internal Strength.
With this level of cultivation, he could dominate any place. However, in front of a Xiantian Master, he was still powerless to fight back. He couldn't even withstand a cold snort from the other party. At this moment, he had a deeper understanding of the huge gap between the Houtian and Xiantian Realms.
Moreover, he never would have thought that Yang Xuan would directly attack and break the rules. He was simply a madman.
At this moment, he felt an unprecedented sense of fear in his heart.
Xuan Wenli's face was as gloomy as water as he coldly said, "Your Excellency attacked in front of me. It seems that you don't put this old man in your eyes?"
Xuan Wenli was also somewhat bewildered. Yang Xuan had attacked without warning, without the slightest bit of Xiantian power. He couldn't be underestimated.
Yang Xuan indifferently said, "Oh? What advice does Grandmaster Xuan Wenli have? "
Xuan Wenli coldly said, "You attacked and injured His Highness in front of this old man. You disregard the officials and the imperial family's face. What are your intentions?"
Yang Xuan's face was scornful. "Why should I, Yang Xuan, need you to tell me what to do?"
Xuan Wenli was enraged. He never would have thought that Yang Xuan would be so arrogant and merciless.
He coldly snorted, his face extremely gloomy. "Since that's the case, don't blame this old man for bullying the weak. I'll take you down and hand you over to His Majesty!"
Yang Xuan held his hands behind his back, neither happy nor sad. "I'd like to experience Grandmaster Xuan Wenli's methods!"
The moment these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the hall became extremely tense. Everyone looked at each other, speechless.
Yan Feiwen inwardly smiled wryly. Long before Yang Xuan had decided to come here, he had already expected such a result. But when Yang Xuan truly stood in front of Grandmaster Xuan Wenli, he realized that he had still underestimated the severity of the situation.
Xiantian masters were important treasures of the country. Any one of them had expended a great deal of the country's power and wealth. The consequences of losing any one of them weren't something he could bear. It wasn't just him; even the first prince, Yan Feiyun, couldn't bear it.
If he could think of it, how could Yan Feiyun not? At this moment, he suddenly realized how foolish it was to use a Xiantian master to humiliate another Xiantian master.
Xiantian masters couldn't be humiliated. Those who did would die.
Killing intent flashed through Xuan Wenli's eyes. Any Xiantian master had their dignity. Yang Xuan's actions were tantamount to slapping him in the face. This enmity was set in stone.
Although he had already confirmed that Yang Xuan was a Xiantian master, he didn't take it to heart. Yang Xuan was too young. Even if he had reached the Xiantian realm, it wouldn't have been long. His cultivation wouldn't be that deep. Xuan Wenli had reached the Xiantian realm many years ago and thought highly of himself. How could he put Yang Xuan in his eyes?
Xuan Wenli's gaze sharpened and an enormous aura suddenly erupted from his body. As soon as this aura appeared, everyone in the hall held their breaths. They felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on their hearts, making it difficult to breathe.
Everyone in the hall hurriedly left their seats and scattered in all directions. In a moment, the center of the hall was empty.
"Lord Wang, I didn't think there would be such a young Xiantian master in this world. You and I have made a mistake." A person in the corner whispered to the person beside him.
"That's right. Xiantian masters require great perseverance and luck. Who would have thought that someone would become a Xiantian master at such a young age? He really is a heaven-sent genius. His future is limitless. "That person's eyes were filled with admiration as he looked at Yang Xuan who was standing with his hands behind his back.
The person next to him heard their conversation and sighed, "Today, we have offended this young Xiantian Master."
"No matter. Master Xuanwen has been in the Xiantian realm for many years and his cultivation is profound. Although he is a heaven-sent genius, he has only just reached the Xiantian realm. How can he be a match for Master Xuanwen? Once he is taught a lesson by Master Xuanwen, he will naturally know that Yan Jing City isn't a place where a backwater brat like him can behave atrociously." A general's face was filled with jealousy.
"That's true. He definitely can't be a match for Master Xuanwen. I heard that he just reached the Xiantian realm recently and his cultivation must be unstable. Now he dares to challenge Master Xuanwen? He doesn't know how to write the word 'death'." Someone gloated.
"But when two tigers fight, one must be injured. If one is injured, the price will be huge. Yan is in troubled times. We can't afford to lose. "Someone else was worried.
"I also think that Master Yang's actions today are very inappropriate. If it were me, I would have brought enough gifts to visit Master Xuanwen. I'm sure Master Xuanwen wouldn't lower himself to his level. If he had a good relationship with him in the future, he might have become another giant in Yan. But now he has come to challenge him directly. It's the same as slapping his face in front of everyone. It's not appropriate." An older person shook his head.
For a moment, everyone in the hall was discussing. None of them were optimistic about Yang Xuan.
First Prince Yan Feiyun's face was gloomy. He retreated to the side and secretly waved his hand. A person walked out from the corner and bowed slightly to Yan Feiyun.
"Who do you think will win between him and Master Xuanwen?" Yan Feiyun asked in a low voice.
"Your Highness, although Yang Xuan is also a Xiantian Master, he hasn't been in the Xiantian realm for long. I'm sure he won't be a match for Master Xuanwen, but …"
"But what?" Yan Feiyun's expression eased.
"According to the reports, although Yang Xuan is young, he is vicious and merciless. He would wipe out entire clans at the slightest provocation, not even sparing chickens or dogs. He is not a kind person. First Prince's actions today have already offended him. You must guard against his revenge in the future. "
Yan Feiyun's face flashed with a complicated expression. Then, his expression turned ruthless. "If Seventh Brother obtains his support, it's still unknown how the factions in the court will choose. I had no choice but to do this."
The person nodded and didn't say anything else. He silently retreated.
Yan Fei God Cloud's expression was complicated. His eyes flickered. At this moment, he couldn't wait for Xuanwen Li to directly kill Yang Xuan. That way, he wouldn't have to worry about anything.
Yan Feiwen also had mixed feelings. Although he had seen Yang Xuan fight and it was indeed earth-shattering, Yang Xuan was still a newcomer to the Xiantian realm. On the other hand, Xuanwen Li had been in the Xiantian realm for many years. He was a true veteran Xiantian expert who had defeated many powerful enemies and had outstanding battle records. To be honest, Yan Feiwen was also somewhat lacking in confidence.
Among everyone present, only Wang Wu had almost blind confidence in Yang Xuan. His face was calm, and he even looked at the others with disdain as if he was looking at a country bumpkin.
Everyone had their own thoughts. Yang Xuan and Xuanwen Li were already at daggers drawn. The situation was on the verge of breaking out.
Suddenly, Xuanwen Li sneered and said, "Today, I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of your master. I'll let you know what etiquette is!"
After saying this, he let out a low shout and his figure suddenly blurred. In the next moment, he suddenly appeared in front of Yang Xuan. His right hand formed a palm and casually slapped towards Yang Xuan's chest.
Although he had not unleashed his full power, the might of this palm strike was already incomparably shocking. As the palm wind swept out, the surrounding space abruptly collapsed, before exploding as an incomparably violent force swept towards Yang Xuan.
Seeing this kind of power, everyone in the hall revealed solemn expressions. For some people, this was the first time they had seen a Xiantian expert in action. Their eyes revealed incomparable shock.
A Xiantian expert was indeed extraordinary.
As the wind from the palm struck, the air trembled. The surrounding environment seemed to suddenly become scorching hot as it swept towards Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan didn't seem to care. He faintly smiled, then extended his palm and pressed it towards Xuanwen Li.
A sliver of unease suddenly flashed through Xuanwen Li's heart. Yang Xuan's attack seemed ordinary and mediocre, without even the slightest trace of Xiantian power, but for some reason, he felt that there was a dangerous charm to it.
Under everyone's gazes, the two palms lightly pressed together.
Yang Xuan's expression was calm. He even revealed a faint smile as he calmly gazed at Xuanwen Li.
Xuanwen Li's expression froze and became incomparably solemn. Soon after, something called panic instantly covered his face.
The two palms pressed against each other, their expressions different. No one understood what was going on.
Boom!
Suddenly, a loud noise came from the place where the two of them were fighting. A huge wave of air instantly spread out, blowing the tables, chairs, fruits, and dishes in the hall, scattering them in all directions. For a moment, everyone was in a state of chaos and was caught in the crossfire.
Soon after, Xuanwen Li's face revealed an expression of disbelief. His body suddenly flew backwards, and under everyone's inexplicably shocked gazes, he crashed into the wall with a boom. Soon after, a large hole appeared in the wall as he fell out.
Hiss!
Everyone gasped in shock, their eyes dazed.
In particular, Yan Feiyun's face was filled with indescribable shock. His expression was sluggish, and his eyes were wide open as he stared at Yang Xuan in shock. It was as if he was looking at a monster. He muttered to himself, "This is impossible, this is impossible!" For a moment, he seemed to have been struck dumb.
Yan Feiwen was first taken aback, then he was overjoyed. Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined that Xuanwen Li wouldn't even be able to withstand a single palm from Yang Xuan.
As usual, Wang Wu wore an expression of disdain and continued to look at the country bumpkin.
A moment later, the people in the hall finally reacted, causing an uproar.
"Ah? How could this be? "An official's eyes and mouth were wide open. He had lost the ability to think.
"Master Xuanwen couldn't even withstand a single palm from him? How is this possible? "Someone covered his mouth, not daring to believe it.
"Who is he? Which Xiantian Master is he? Why haven't I seen him before? "Someone looked at Yang Xuan, unable to hide his shock.
"Master Xuanwen has been a Xiantian Master for many years, but he couldn't even withstand a single palm from him. Could it be that he isn't a young Xiantian Master, but an old monster who has regained his youth?" Some people even suspected that Yang Xuan wasn't as young as he appeared.
For a moment, everyone in the hall was shocked and began to discuss spiritedly.
Some of the smarter people had already guessed Yang Xuan's identity, and their gazes toward Yan Feiwen had already changed. With the support of such a powerful Xiantian Master, Yan Feiwen's position would be as stable as Mount Tai, and he might even have a chance to compete with the First Prince.
Just as everyone in the hall was lost in their own thoughts, there was a loud bang. The wall that had a big hole in it suddenly split apart, and a figure rushed in, bringing with it a cloud of dust.
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