Chapter 97: The White‑Clothed Elder

Shards filled the sky, falling from the firmament.

A Grand Master was outright blasted to pieces!

Countless eyes stared fixedly at the firmament, filled with incredulous expressions.

"Grand Master... has fallen!"

Someone murmured.

In an instant, the entire Heavenly Pride Battalion's elite, including its instructors, couldn't help but feel a shock.

It should be known that for the Heavenly Pride Battalion of Jiangnan Sheng, a Grand Master‑level strongman is absolutely a top‑tier existence.

After all, throughout Jiangnan Sheng, at present there is only Wang Long as a Grand Master.

One could say that in Jiangnan Sheng, the pinnacle of existence is the Grand Master.

Yet such a person was slain today.

And the one who struck...

Everyone simultaneously looked toward the white‑clothed youth at the center.

Several people swallowed.

Especially those whose relations with Su Yu had been strained, now contemplated how to handle their ties with Su Yu.

Although everyone understood that this was ultimately not Su Yu's own strength.

But the one capable of producing such a thing must have an extremely terrifying background.

Moreover, can you guarantee that Su Yu can produce this today but not tomorrow?

That is a life‑saving trump card that can even slay a Grand Master.

Across all of Daxia, those who can become Grand Master strongmen are few enough to count on one's fingers.

And such a being also died at Su Yu's hands today.

It must be said that this instantly elevated Su Yu's standing within the Heavenly Pride Battalion.

And the few who had previously been close to Su Yu were beyond excited.

After all, for them, Su Yu's prowess means their own status naturally rises.

Anyone who wishes to move against them must also consider Su Yu's retaliation.

The saying that when one attains the Dao, even his chickens and dogs ascend, is precisely this reasoning.

Meanwhile, atop a distant mountain range.

The white‑clothed elder stared at Wang Long, who was cross‑legged atop the mountain peak, his gaze filled with vigilance.

As time passed, he grew increasingly unable to understand why Wang Long was so confident.

Or perhaps...

He simply gave up?

Yet the more this happened, the more unease rose in the white‑clothed elder's heart.

After all, Wang Long is no pushover.

It should be noted that although Jiangnan Sheng's strength is the lowest in the southern region.

But speaking solely of Wang Long's personal strength.

Among Grand Master strongmen in the southern region, he certainly ranks in the upper middle.

By contrast, he is only middle‑lower tier, and there remains a definite gap between him and Wang Long.

Originally, hindering Wang Long was a very difficult task; even holding him off for half a minute counted as Perfection.

But now, as time passes, Wang Long sits motionless on the peak, as if he cares nothing about the affairs of the Heavenly Pride Battalion.

This seemed abnormal to the white‑clothed elder.

Moreover, he has long harbored a bad premonition.

Seeing Wang Long's lack of reaction, the white‑clothed elder naturally felt a urge to glance over at the Heavenly Pride Battalion.

At that moment, Wang Long suddenly opened his eyes.

He took out his phone, looked at the message, and a faint smile curled his lips.

Then he turned his head toward the white‑clothed elder, stretched, and said.

"Still fighting? If not, I'm going back to sleep."

The white‑clothed elder's brows twitched slightly.

To be honest, Wang Long's behavior had long exceeded his expectations.

Especially now.

However, at that moment, the white‑clothed elder's bosom trembled slightly.

He hurriedly took a jade tablet from his bosom.

It is the Yun family's dedicated communication tool; although modern technology is fairly advanced, for a great clan like the Yun family...

Some messages remain confidential and are usually transmitted via this specially crafted device.

Devices like phones are still seldom used.

The white‑clothed elder infused a trace of Spiritual Qi into the jade tablet.

The next moment, a trembling voice sounded at the white‑clothed elder's ear.

"Ancestor... Yunfeng Ancestor's command tablet... shattered!"

Upon hearing this, the white‑clothed elder's pupils jolted as if struck by an earthquake.

He suddenly stared at Wang Long and roared.

"Wang Long, do you know the original situation!"

His hands trembled.

The Yun clan dominated Shu region relying on just two Grand Masters; such strength, even if placed in Jingdu or Modu, would be considered a first-rate force.

However, today, one of the Yun clan's Grand Masters fell.

This was undoubtedly a blow to the Yun clan.

It might even cause the Yun clan to lose its chance to dominate Shu region!

And all this, unbelievably, is because of a tiny Jiangnan Province!

At this moment, the white-clothed old man's face was filled with endless anger.

He stared fixedly at Wang Long, a violent aura bursting from his body.

Wang Long stood still in place, letting out a cold laugh.

"Don't think that because you dominate Shu region you can reach into my Jiangnan Province; if you have the ability, make your move—I want to see whether the Martial Artists Association is greater or your Yun clan is greater!"

"Do you really think the Martial Artists Association has no one!"

Wang Long shouted, his voice mixed with Grandmaster's Power.

The sound wave spread, even turning the plants and trees within several hundred meters into powder.

This shout of Wang Long's instantly sobered the white-clothed old man from his anger.

His expression changed slightly, he took a deep breath, and then slowly looked at Wang Long.

"Wang Long, this time I admit the Yun clan's defeat; I don't care what trump cards you Jiangnan Province have—when the mock exam comes, the Yun clan will surely make you pay!"

The white-clothed old man snorted coldly and flicked his sleeve away.

He hurried back to Shu region.

After all, if the news of a Grand Master's fall were to spread, some hostile forces of the Yun clan would surely take the opportunity to cause trouble.

Without a Grand Master to hold the fort, the Yun clan is very likely to fall into chaos!

Watching the white-clothed old man leave, Wang Long gave a cold laugh and then leisurely turned his gaze toward the Heavenly Pride Battalion's position.

"How strange—I can't sense the Slay Dragon King's aura; could that kid still have other trump cards?"

Wang Long murmured.

Then his body shuddered.

"Not bad, kid—you still have other trump cards. Good thing we haven't become enemies with this kid!"

Wang Long couldn't help but sigh.

Originally he still wanted to go to the Heavenly Pride Battalion to have a look, but then he seemed to think of something, hesitated a while, and then directly returned to the Martial Artists Association.

With Wang Long's departure, Jiangnan Province gradually became peaceful.

Only after several days did the news of the Yun clan's Grand Master's fall completely spread throughout the southern region.