Chapter 105: Thunder Sect vs Cloud Mist Sect

The hard square trembled constantly under the impact of that fierce energy wave, cracks appearing one after another, finally spreading out.

At this moment, the entire field fell silent!

All eyes fixed on that graceful figure; the faces of the Yun Lan Sect disciples were filled with disbelief.

Nalan Yanran, the most outstanding of the younger generation of Yun Lan Sect, whose excellence was enough to make ordinary people feel reverent from the heart, had been defeated by the Xiao family's trash of years past; for the Yun Lan Sect disciples who had always regarded Nalan Yanran as their goddess, this undoubtedly gave them a deep sense of defeat.

Xiao Yan's decadent year had been mocked by many; when the engagement was broken, they did not know his strength, yet they still cursed him bloody, but now, like the ignorant crowd witnessing a shocking reversal, their eyes and hearts were filled with incredulity.

Yet when recalling Nalan Yanran's cultivation progress, some people involuntarily thought of Xiao Yan; when these slightly shrewd individuals, after letting go of their grudges, seriously calculated Xiao Yan's age and cultivation speed, their hearts suddenly surged with shock.

Having lost his battle qi, he was at the eighth stage of fighter qi at thirteen, and now at sixteen he had become a five-star fighter spirit; such talent—let alone Yun Lan Sect, even the entire northwest continent probably has no record of it.

Thinking of all this, some people secretly swallowed saliva, exchanged glances, and their faces instantly filled with shock and cold sweat.

"Ah."

On the giant tree, Nalan Jie's face darkened considerably at this moment, his upright body slightly hunched, he let out a long sigh, the sigh filled with bitterness hard to dispel; originally a good matter, now it had not only cost him an excellent son-in-law worthy of anyone's envy, but also lost face—truly losing the wife and the army.

Hearing Nalan Jie's sigh, his companions Mu Chen and others could only exchange bitter smiles and shake their heads; Xiao Yan's performance far exceeded their expectations, this seemingly solitary cultivator actually managed to defeat Nalan Yanran, the Yun Lan Sect's key trainee; in these three years, his growth rate even left Mu Chen and others gaping.

Gazing at the midair, Hai Bo Dong's heart relaxed a little, but then immediately tensed again, for he knew that the most dangerous part of this Yun Lan Sect trip was not the battle with Nalan Yanran, but the Yun Lan Sect elders.

His gaze dropped, glancing over the elders seated on the stone platform, especially when his eyes swept over Yun Leng, whose face was slightly iron-blue, Hai Bo Dong's brows furrowed slightly, fingers inside his sleeves lightly flicked, a trace of cold air slowly coiled around his palm, ready to respond to any sudden accident.

This time Yun Leng didn't even have a chance to interfere with Xiao Yan before Nalan Yanran lost; the strongest sect of the Jia Ma Empire, the Yun Lan Sect's heir, defeated in one move by a peer—what a disgrace; at this moment Yun Leng glanced over the spectators like Xiao Li and others.

In his subconscious, Yun Lan Sect was invincible, a superiority cultivated over years of indulgence.

The imperial family? Mitel? Mu family? None compare to Yun Lan Sect.

At this moment, suddenly appearing something trying to break Yun Leng's decades-long cognition is impossible; even if a Fighting Sect appeared now, Yun Leng would dare to utter a few harsh words.

"Damn brat!"

With a hint of anger in his palm, he heavily slapped the stone platform beside him; Yun Leng's face turned iron-blue; he hadn't expected Xiao Yan to be so disrespectful, not understanding a bit of human relations.

"Grand Elder, what now? Yanran has already lost." a Yun Lan Sect elder asked with a bitter smile.

Yun Leng's expression shifted unpredictably; Nalan Yanran represented the entire Yun Lan Sect, and now she had lost the match, undoubtedly damaging the sect's prestige.

"Lost is lost; what else do you want?"

Yun Yun coldly glanced at Yun Leng and the others; in Yun Lan Sect, factions have always been divided, just like that elder just now, who first asked the Grand Elder instead of asking her, the sect leader.

"Sect Leader, you don't know that Xiao Yan annihilated our subordinate force, the Mo family; we were angry about this just now."

Yun Leng, old and crafty, quickly came up with an excuse.

Yun Yun furrowed her brows, "There's still this matter..."

"I also received a secret order from the Mo family, originally intending to handle it myself, but I didn't expect Xiao Yan to have grown to this extent."

Yun Leng felt some regret, because this time Xiao Yan's strength far exceeded the original plot, so initially dealing with the Mo family was Xiao Yan's own doing, later Yao Lao, plus the time limit from Shimo Cheng's distance.

The Xiao family's annihilation of the Mo family had long been known to Yun Leng, but he made a mistake that villains often make.

Underestimating the enemy.

Yun Leng wanted to settle old and new scores on the three-year agreement, but didn't expect Xiao Yan to grow so fast.

Yun Yun sank her face, knowing some families and sects had contacts; the Mo family, being powerful, she had also heard rumors; if Yun Lan Sect did nothing, many affiliates would grow cold-hearted.

Moreover, seeing the lost and dispirited Nalan Yanran below, Yun Yun's heart was also filled with pain.

This battle could be said to have planted Nalan Yanran's inner demon.

"If so, let's give Xiao Yan a lesson."

Yun Yun coldly made the judgment; facing those who harmed her disciple and threatened Yun Lan Sect's power, she was no longer so calm.

"Mr. Xiao Yan, please stay a moment; my Yun Lan Sect has some matters and needs you to personally verify."

Hearing the voice slowly echoing above the square, Xiao Yan's steps about to leave halted abruptly; his back to the square, he raised his head and took a long breath of air; the fist in his sleeves tightened slightly.

When he came, his second brother Xiao Li had told him the true possible events—not the Xiao family returning to the imperial capital, but the Mo family he had long forgotten.

Back then, the fourteen-year-old boy only cared about settling grudges, learning to eradicate weeds, but forgot that this world has human relations and intertwined branches.

"What's wrong?" On the giant tree, Fa Hun and others were also confused by this sudden change, exchanging glances, all looking puzzled.

"Could it be that Yun Leng, because he lost the match, still wants to forcibly keep the person?" Jia Xing Tian laughed.

"It seems you know what I've done."

Xiao Yan calmly turned around, his hidden feelings exposed, making him feel relaxed instead of falling into despair; he became open and clear-minded.

Because on the viewing platform were his family, his backing.

"Everyone, let's go; it's our turn to take the stage."

Xiao Li spoke lightly, his figure moved, and the people who had been quiet due to Xiao Yan's words were immediately drawn in.

"Xiao Li... what does he want to do?" Jia Xing Tian frowned, feeling the movement behind him.

"Xiao Ding, what are you going to do."

Xiao Ding merged into the crowd behind Xiao Li; his aloof demeanor made Jia Xing Tian feel unfamiliar; what's wrong with this scholarly youth?

"Old Jia, I don't expect you to help with the following matters; please just stand by and watch."

(End of chapter)