Chapter 1353: Father-Son Battle, Huang Longji Falls

"Hmph, Huang Yan, I am your father, yet you point at me like this—do you know you're wrong?" Huang Longji coldly lifted his head, not regarding Huang Yan.

He would not acknowledge his son's strength, finding it laughable.

His gaze fell on Chen Qinglian and Qi Haoyang, and instead he felt curious about these two strangers, unconsciously sizing up their strength; seeing that their cultivation was only at the True Fate Second/Third Heaven level, he couldn't help but sneer.

You think relying on those two can suppress me? Naive, Huang Yan, do you really think I truly lost to you?

Huang Longji pointed at Huang Yan and the others, disdainful; this time his father Huang Wuji didn't come, nor did his second and third uncles, so what are Huang Yan and these three brats, daring to lurk here and even let him leave the ancestral hall?

Truly looking down on him, Huang Longji wanted them to know his prowess, to make them understand what kind of Strong One they faced.

A mere True Fate Second/Third Heaven brat—he didn't care; taking on three at once, what of it?

Numbers cannot make up for the strength gap; today he wanted all of the Huang Family to witness with their own eyes that their choice was wrong, how blind they were; he must return to the Huang Family, and to do so he must capture Huang Yan—only then could he… threaten his father Huang Wuji, who has no trump card, and Huang Wuji would not agree to let him return, nor would anyone else.

Having searched in vain, they came easily; he could just capture them and use them as his bargaining chips.

"Huang Longji, you're not my father; don't be conceited, and you still want to be an opponent for my two senior brothers—do you deserve it?" Huang Yan said contemptuously, "If you want to fight my senior brothers, defeat me first."

You worthless trash, I could take on ten of you.

Although he said that, Huang Yan didn't dare be careless; he took out his Flame Yang Staff, pointing it at Huang Longji—the thick Flame Yang Staff, etched with countless patterns, flickering like magma.

The surrounding Huang family members scattered, not daring to approach; Chen Qinglian and Qi Haoyang retreated as well, and Qi Haoyang whispered, "Qinglian, keep watch—there are still people watching us, likely the one who released Huang Longji."

"Big brother, I know." Chen Qinglian kept her eyes on the surroundings, searching for that person's whereabouts.

He never left his big brother's side; the two brothers together could face almost any situation, except they must not be separated.

They must not fall for the enemy's "lure the tiger away from the mountain" scheme; once the Huang Family detects the battle here, they'll rush over quickly, and then Huang Longji and the mastermind behind him won't be able to escape.

"You think relying on just a low-grade Spiritual Artifact can bridge the gap between us? Huang Yan, you overestimate me."

"At the same time, you overestimate yourself."

In the next instant he was before Huang Yan, moving so fast he struck immediately, with no regard for martial decorum.

Huang Yan kept his eyes on his movements, swinging the Flame Yang Staff over; his reaction was swift, the staff reaching Huang Longji's face and smashing down.

Huang Longji swiftly raised his hand, trying to catch the Flame Yang Staff; his other hand was wreathed in flames—not red, but black flames, black qi swirling, utterly evil.

"Flame Yang Hand."

Both hands attacked simultaneously; Huang Yan naturally saw this, focusing all his strength on the Flame Yang Staff and smashing down.

"Boom—"

With the force of a thousand jun, it drove a boundless flame momentum; the power of this staff strike stunned Huang Longji for a moment, and the next instant he immediately canceled his attack, raising both hands to block.

"Bang."

The earth trembled, the ground collapsed.

Huang Longji's body sank into the ground, directly engulfed in flames.

After that strike, Huang Yan continued to smash down several more times; at this moment, all his anger toward his father erupted.

"Bang bang bang bang."

After swinging the staff many times with force, Huang Longji's figure vanished from the ground, and the surrounding houses showed signs of collapse.

Even with a Formation protecting it, it was still affected.

After Huang Yan finished his attack, he retreated a few meters and stared at the pit before him.

Within the pit, flames erupted; black fire engulfed Huang Longji's entire body as he leapt out and lunged at Huang Yan.

"You deserve to die, Huang Yan."

"You dare… treat your father this way; as your father I will kill you."

"Flame Yang Fist."

"Bang bang bang."

Fist and Flame Yang Staff collided; each attack was blocked.

Huang Yan and Huang Longji collided, fighting from the ground to the sky, then from the sky outward; both moved away from the ancestral hall, deep down neither wanting to destroy it—even Huang Longji dared not do so.

Once he did that, even if he captured Huang Yan, he could not extinguish the Huang Family's wrath.

They fought all the way to the rear mountain; there they could let loose and fight freely.

Two masses of flame collided—fists, staffs, even giant palms—all manifestations of the Huang Family's Flame Yang Method, now fully displayed.

Huang Longji lived up to his name; though his strength was strong, he had not yet fully recovered, yet he could still match Huang Yan.

This battle gradually tilted in Huang Yan's favor.

The more Huang Longji fought, the more terrified and shocked he became by his son's strength—how many years had it taken for him to reach this level? While cultivation was one factor, the most frightening thing was his son's actual ability and insight.

"Bang."

Huang Longji was blown away, smashing into the ground thirty meters away, directly creating a pit.

The pit was scorched by flames, the surroundings reeking of burnt.

Huang Longji endured the pain, staring at Huang Yan.

"Cough cough cough, your strength……"

Huang Yan walked over, holding his Flame Yang Staff, and said coldly, "Huang Longji, do you still think I'm the same as I used to be? Naive—these years I haven't done nothing; for today, do you know how much I've endured? How many beatings I've taken?"

"And you—you're still the same as you were back then; no, you're far worse than before."

"Today this battle's victor is destined to be me, not you."

"So, Huang Longji, the loser should just stay down, without any thoughts."

"Boom—"

He leapt up, the Flame Yang Staff enlarged, and he smashed it down with force.

The entire mountain peak collapsed.

This strike shook heaven and earth.

"Flame Yang burns everything; Huang Longji was smashed into the earth once again."

"Hmph."

Huang Yan stood in the void, gazing downward.

His eyes were filled with coldness; at that moment, he seemed like a victor.

"I won this battle."

He proclaimed victory, yet did not let down his guard.

His father had fallen, but there were still others present; Huang Yan naturally knew that.

"Boom—"

The collapsed mountain peak, the overturned earth—Huang Longji emerged from the dirt, rage filling his eyes.

"Huang Yan."

"You deserve to die."

Huang Longji went berserk, attacking Huang Yan.

"Great Flame Yang Hand."

"Grasp Heaven, Shake Earth."

"Overestimating himself." Huang Yan lifted the Flame Yang Staff high, swinging it down at his father, Huang Longji.

With all his strength, all his anger and resentment were in this blow.

"Flame Yang Demon Body."

"Flame Yang Annihilation."

"Boom—"