Chapter 126: Power Shocking the Four Quarters

Partial battle qi armor condensed on his palm into a fist, covered in Ten Thousand Beasts Spiritual Flame, Xiao Yan blocked Mo Li's Dou Technique with just one finger.

No matter how hard Mo Li pushed, even as his sword emitted a creaking, creaking, creaking sound, it could not advance half an inch.

"How is this possible!"

"One finger blocked the Qing Mu Sword Art?!"

For a moment, the entire Hall fell silent; all the earlier laughter and noise abruptly ceased, everyone staring in disbelief at this scene!

At first, those in the Hall who didn't know Xiao Yan had mocked him, believing that a mere "son-in-law" like him dared challenge Yun Lan Sect's Core Disciple and provoke Mo Family's Grand Elder—purely a suicidal act.

Now, they had all been slapped hard across the face.

Even Ge Ye's mouth hung wide open; he had intended to mediate, since Xiao Yan had some connection to the Nan Lan Clan, but he never expected Xiao Yan to block the Qing Mu Sword Art with just one finger—his strength laid bare!

Though Xiao Yan made it look easy, only he knew how difficult it truly was.

It required absolute mastery over a Spiritual Flame—compressing vast amounts of Ten Thousand Beasts Spiritual Flame into a single point, using the Flame's power to perfectly absorb the impact of the Qing Mu Sword Art's strike.

Mo Li and Xiao Yan were both Third-Star Great Dou Masters in Cultivation Realm, but their physical strength and battle qi purity were not even in the same league.

Nalan Yanran naturally heard Xiao Yan's words; her beautiful eyes were equally filled with shock.

Three years! This boy genius who had defeated her with a single punch was still this powerful!

"This, this, this can't be! I've perfected the Qing Mu Sword Art! How is this possible! I'm a Core Disciple of Yun Lan Sect!" Mo Li's eyes turned bloodshot—he simply could not accept this!

He had become a Core Disciple precisely because he had perfected the Qing Mu Sword Art in the last Yun Lan Sect Core Disciple Examination.

"So you call yourself a Core Disciple? Then I'm glad I didn't join your Yun Lan Sect." Xiao Yan slowly pressed forward, directly knocking Mo Li's sword away.

"Ahh! I won't accept this!!!" Humiliated by Xiao Yan's utter disdain, Mo Li trembled with rage—he was a rising star of Yun Lan Sect, a genius of Yan City! How could he be looked down upon by some cultivator from an unknown backwater city?!

In furious rage, Mo Li unleashed all his battle qi; his battle qi armor intensified, elevating his strength by a full tier, and with one slash through the air, waves of sword light rained down wildly upon Xiao Yan.

The sword techniques were fierce and tyrannical, as if aiming to slice Xiao Yan into a thousand pieces.

Having gauged Mo Li's strength, Xiao Yan no longer regarded this powerless, raging child as worthy of attention.

He blocked every single attack with just his pinky finger—and even had time to pick up a teacup with his other hand and take a sip of hot tea.

Only the strongest among them, Hai Bodong, sensed something amiss; his heart leapt in shock: "A body rivaling a beast, absolute control over fire, and extraordinary Soul Force Perception! Only someone possessing all three could achieve this!"

"This guy is truly a fucking monster!"

As Xiao Yan blocked Mo Li's storm of attacks, he glanced casually at the stunned Grand Elder Mo Cheng and said calmly: "Grand Elder, the tea is warm. Your time is running out."

!!!!!!!

Mo Cheng's face turned cold; a cruel glint flashed in his eyes as he snarled: "I don't know what you're talking about. Don't dare insult my honor. Though I am no longer a disciple of Yun Lan Sect, Elder Yun Leng of Yun Lan Sect is my master who taught me the Dao—once a master, always a father. He will never allow you to defile my honor."

After speaking, Mo Cheng even cast a glance at Ge Ye—Ge Ye, as a Yun Lan Sect official and the representative sent here to congratulate the birthday, spoke with the authority of Yun Lan Sect itself.

Hearing this, Ge Ye's eyelid twitched violently. Originally, given Mo Cheng's status, he would never have warranted Nalan Yanran's personal attendance at his birthday banquet.

It was all because Grand Elder Yun Leng had a close relationship with Mo Cheng—every tribute Mo Cheng paid to Yun Lan Sect ended up in Yun Leng's own pockets.

Ge Ye gritted his teeth and stepped forward, forcing himself to speak: "Young Master Xiao Yan, Mo Cheng..."

Before Ge Ye could finish, Xiao Yan raised his hand to cut him off: "Wait. This guy is too noisy."

Roar!!! Suddenly, a beast's roar erupted as a blood-red flame burst from Xiao Yan's palm, like a fire beast lunging to bite—it pierced through Mo Li's attacks and slammed hard into Mo Li's chest.

Spitting blood, Mo Li crashed through tables and chairs with a boom and lay on the ground, unconscious.

"Alright, Mr. Ge Ye. What did you want to say?"

A warning strike! Xiao Yan was clearly giving Ge Ye a warning strike—this meant he didn't care who you were from Yun Lan Sect; even a Core Disciple like Mo Li got beaten.

"I... this..." Ge Ye was momentarily speechless; he didn't know what to say.

He already regretted coming to Yan City!

"Xiao Yan, in my capacity as an official of Yun Lan Sect, I will investigate this matter thoroughly. Give us some time." Ge Ye forced himself to speak.

Xiao Yan smiled and turned to the crowd in the Hall: "Mr. Ge Ye, look here. So many leaders of Yan City's major families and merchants. Ask them—how has Mo Cheng oppressed them these years under the name of Yun Lan Sect?"

"Your Yun Lan Sect is the greatest bully. How can anyone believe you?"

At these words, even Ge Ye's expression turned uneasy. Compared to Nalan Yanran, who devoted herself solely to cultivation and study, he and old men like Mo Cheng joined Yun Lan Sect solely to gain benefits.

Many things were understood without being spoken.

"Time? Of course I'll give you some. Is a cup of tea enough?"

Xiao Yan turned his gaze toward Mo Lan, the second daughter of the Mo Family. Under his stare, Mo Lan immediately hid behind a middle-aged man, terrified Xiao Yan might attack her.

But Xiao Yan ignored Mo Lan entirely—he looked instead at the middle-aged man and said: "You must be the Family Head of the Mo Family. Opportunity is seized by oneself. Before I kill Mo Cheng, if you can bring me the girl Mo Cheng brought back two days ago, I'll spare your Mo Family."

"Mo Lan! Immediately summon everyone in the Mo Family! I don't believe some mere Great Dou Master can do anything!" Mo Cheng roared at the middle-aged man.

Clearly, even the Family Head of the Mo Family ranked below Mo Cheng.

Xiao Yan shrugged. Now that he confirmed Qing Lin was still safe, he had no more patience.

"Looks like that's still not enough, Hai Lao. Don't let anyone interrupt me."

"Rest assured. No one will interfere."

Boom! Hai Bodong waved his hand—a thick wall of ice instantly formed, sealing off everyone else.

"Let me see how much your beast-transplanting technique has strengthened you!"

Roar! The Roaring Lion's Cry activated—Ten Thousand Beasts Spiritual Flame instantly reinforced Xiao Yan's SpiritFlesh and bones. With a thunderous crack, Xiao Yan surged forward, appearing before Mo Cheng in an instant, and drove a fist straight into Mo Cheng's stunned face!

(End of Chapter)