Peerless Little Immortal Doctor-Chapter 814 - 816: The Unrivaled Aristocrat
Chapter 814 -816: The Unrivaled Aristocrat
“Hmph! Yan Zhu, it was because of your sinister thoughts back then that you were judged by many daoist fellows. Do you intend to tread the same path today?”
Recalling the events of that time, Chen Tian’en spoke sharply and without courtesy.
“Haha, actually, I must thank all of you for your kindness back then. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have reached Path-Entering Mid-Level cultivation today, nor formed ties with Han Fei, my Daoist Fellow.”
Contrary to Chen Tian’en’s expectations, Yan Zhu did not get angry.
Perhaps, his rage was buried too deeply to surface.
“Path-Entering Mid-Level, so what? Daoist Fellow Ye is also Path-Entering Mid-Level, and this old man won’t take long to stabilize at Path-Entering Mid-Level as well.”
Chen Tian’en shook his head, exasperated. Some people simply forget the pain once their scars heal.
Perhaps Yan Zhu should not have been spared back then.
“Tsk, tsk! If it’s just the two of you, that’s hardly worth mentioning.”
Yan Zhu grinned sinisterly, his arrogance evident in his tone, immeasurable by a regular martial artist.
“Enough, enough. You’ve already succumbed to evil.”
“Hahaha! Chen Tian’en! Ye Hai! Today marks a glorious day when my Yan Family will unify the Western Province, and I’ll use your blood as sacrifice!”
Yan Zhu laughed maniacally, spreading his arms wide as he unleashed immense inner strength that swept across the surroundings like a soaring rainbow. Even the martial arena beneath him began trembling uncontrollably.
“If you wish to use our blood as sacrifice, first ask the elders before you.”
“The elders before me?”
Yan Zhu looked puzzled, his gaze scanning back and forth between Xia Liu and Lin Xiaotian.
“Tsk, tsk! Such jest! A Heavenly Rank High-Level Warrior and an Earth-Rank Primary-Level Warrior—our ancestor could obliterate them with a single finger!”
Yan Fang’s temper flared. Confronting mere Path-Entering Martial Artists felt like a triumph so euphoric it elevated his spirit to new heights.
One word: exhilaration!
“Tell me, did the Osmanthus Sect do anything wrong?”
Once again, Xia Liu posed the same question.
Everyone in the scene instantly focused their gaze on Xia Liu.
They couldn’t make sense of it.
The Heavenly Mansion Chief, Chen Tian’en, was calling Xia Liu and Lin Xiaotian elders!
What could this signify?
Could Xia Liu and Lin Xiaotian be Path-Entering Martial Artists?
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible. How could a Path-Entering Martial Artist be so young?
Both of them seemed at most around thirty years old.
Achieving Heavenly Rank cultivation already appeared to be their greatest fortune.
“If you ask again, I’ll kill you!”
Yan Fang grew furious as Xia Liu repeatedly challenged the limits of their ancestor’s patience.
Where did Xia Liu place the Yan Family to dare disrespect their ancestor like this? He was courting death!
Yan Fang’s inner Qi surged wildly, mixed with traces of inner strength.
If one observed closely, perhaps within a few years, Yan Fang might ascend to Heavenly Rank cultivation.
“Get lost!”
At the very instant Yan Fang dashed forward, Lin Xiaotian raised his sword finger, and instantly, Immeasurable Sword Energy tore through the air, sweeping toward Yan Fang.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
A chorus of piercing sounds echoed through the air.
Drip, drip.
In the silent arena, the clear sound of droplets hitting the steps resonated crisply.
“Ah!!! My hand! My hand!”
In a blink, a sharp scream erupted from Yan Fang’s mouth.
The martial artists gathered around widened their eyes.
None had seen clearly what transpired—but the result was undeniable.
Yan Fang’s arm was cleanly severed!
The bright-red blood streamed steadily from the amputated stump, creating a horrific and grisly sight.
“Huh? Such a peculiar technique!”
Han Fei’s sharp eyes discerned that Lin Xiaotian had struck. However, as for the transformation of the technique—he couldn’t deduce it.
Lin Xiaotian brimmed with Sword Intent. It must be Sword Qi!
To summon such powerful Sword Qi with just a casual gesture, this was at least the realm of a Path-Entering Martial Artist!
“Good! To dare injure a member of my Yan Family, today, none of you shall leave alive!”
Yan Zhu could no longer stay calm.
To harm a junior of the Yan Family, in his presence no less—this was sheer disregard.
Yan Fang’s father no longer cared for Yan Hen and quickly rushed to Yan Fang’s side, ushering him away from the scene.
“Chen Tian’en! Come out, you too!”
Yan Zhu did not pay Xia Liu any attention. Since he intended to act, he might as well let the whole gathering witness—a true demonstration that would instill fear and respect in them moving forward.
“Not necessary.”
Chen Tian’en shook his head. With Xia Liu present, there was no need for him to act.
“If that’s the case, I’ll kill him first, then take you down!”
Yan Zhu’s eyes burned fiercely, his Inner Origin surging, thick and viscous inner strength bursting from his body.
“Xiaotian, go protect Qianqian and the others.”
“Understood.”
…
Witnessing Xia Liu without a shred of fear, Ye Hu and the others who lingered below the arena were astonished.
Originally, they had planned to assist Chen Tian’en and Ye Hai.
But Chen Tian’en outright stated he wouldn’t fight.
The task would be left to Xia Liu and Lin Xiaotian.
Now it was clear—the matter would be entrusted to Xia Liu alone.
In Peng Zheng and the others’ eyes, Xia Liu was nothing more than an Earth-Rank Primary-Level Martial Artist.
Even if he concealed cultivation, it would only amount to the Heavenly Rank.
How could someone barely thirty years old possibly stand against Yan Zhu?
“A youth, a Path-Entering Martial Artist—could it be!”
Gazing intently at Xia Liu for a long while, Peng Hai suddenly realized something.
His breath grew heavy in an instant.
Then looking at Chen Tian’en and Ye Hai—it seemed Xia Liu’s identity was about to surface!
“What’s wrong?”
Peng Zheng, as well as Ye Hu and Ye Meng, stared at Peng Hai in confusion—did he uncover something?
“Do you remember the newly appointed Heavenly Mansion Chief?”
Peng Hai spoke weakly.
“Of course. A notice came from above—a young martial artist named Xia Liu, cultivation unknown, but above Path-Entering High-Level.”
Peng Zheng spoke, suddenly his eyes widened.
“Could it be—he’s Xia Liu! The new Heavenly Mansion Chief!”
Ye Hu and Ye Meng also responded in shock.
The only possible explanation was this.
“You two, come at me together. Today, I will rid the Western Province of its tyrants!”
Xia Liu raised his eyes and looked at Yan Zhu and Han Fei with disdain, remarking.
“Arrogant!”
“Utterly insolent!”
“What the hell!”
“Who exactly is he to possess such cultivation and dare challenge two Path-Entering Martial Artists?”
“Good heavens, he’s so young—he can’t possibly have Path-Entering cultivation.”
“This world has truly gone mad. First came the sudden emergence of the Osmanthus Sect; Osmanthus Sect achieved victory; now, Osmanthus Sect’s Supreme Elder dares challenge two Path-Entering Martial Artists!”
“Terrifying! He’s nothing ordinary!”
…
Xia Liu’s remark sent the crowd into an uproar.
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Most were only familiar with the tales of Path-Entering Martial Artists, and today marked their first real encounter.
In their understanding, Path-Entering Martial Artists were akin to Heavenly Gods.
No one anticipated witnessing a youth challenge two Path-Entering Martial Artists today.
Many were already too stunned to speak.
