Chapter 368

Heng Xian's appearance was extremely abrupt; not only did the chief steward look baffled, but everyone from the twenty-one clans in all directions stared at him in confusion!

When they got a clear look at Heng Xian, Aunt Heng Yueyu suddenly widened her eyes: 'Xian'er…'

Beside him, the dejected Wang Qing also jumped in surprise: 'Th-this guy, how did he get here?'

On the other side, Song Dou'er also wore a look of curiosity and puzzlement, having met him earlier on the main street, she naturally still remembered.

Mu Lanqing couldn't help but shout angrily: 'Isn't that the clueless oaf? How did he get in? He deserves to die! Guards? Guards!'

At that moment, Wang Ling Wang Gongzi, who was chatting and laughing with Bai Zixuan and others, first froze, then his seat became unstable and he almost fell over.

And the original focus of everyone's gaze, Xiao Yujian, who was being affectionately surrounded by people, sprang up with a whoosh.

His state of mind had always been steady, very much in line with the Way of the Sword, so few could easily move him; Heng Xian definitely counts as one, and moreover, one that fills him with fear!

Exactly! It's fear—the kind where you're completely overwhelmed in every aspect, unable to resist. Just seeing Heng Xian makes him feel like he's become an utterly talentless ordinary person!

On the corner of the city wall, Hua Aiai and her siblings, along with a group of people, finally spotted Heng Xian present in the field, and they all turned to stone:

That guy… ran inside!!

What is he doing there? Does he not want to live?

At this moment, Nan Yan City's lord Song Nantian reacted, his voice deep as he rebuked: 'Who are you?'

Heng Xian replied calmly: 'Archery hunting is all about liveliness; I happened to run into this, so I'll take a shot too. Lord Song, do you welcome me or not?'

In the meantime, the comparisons in the hunting grounds and the aristocracy–commoner distinctions that Hua Aiai and her crowd emphasized made him suddenly realize that this world is simply survival of the fittest—whoever has the biggest fist calls the shots, everything else is nonsense!

Song Nantian's face darkened like still water: 'Friends are welcome; enemies will be turned away!'

Heng Xian chuckled lightly: 'Lord Song, do you want more friends or more enemies?'

That rhetorical question was quite clever—it's a simple multiple-choice, but no normal person would choose more enemies.

Song Nantian fell silent.

"Drive him out! What sheer audacity—is this place open to just anyone? Someone like you doesn't even deserve to be our friend or enemy—this is ridiculous!" Mu Lanqing was the first to jump up.

Mu Ti and Bai Zixuan also said coldly: 'We don't know how you sneaked in, but getting out won't be easy!'

The ladies of the Bai and Mu families, among others, exchanged cold glances, each with sharp words.

This had nothing to do with city governance; rather, everyone felt offended.

And Heng Yueyu, at this moment, not knowing what her usually resourceful nephew was planning, also didn't dare to speak up.

Xiao Yujian and Wang Ling, at this time, also didn't volunteer to speak; they simply sat up straight.

Not far off, a group of Song family guards had already rushed forward.

Song Nancheng seemed to have realized something at this point, he waved off the guards, gave a faint smile, pointed to a row of bows and mounts, and said: 'I have always been tolerant; I naturally won't quarrel with a youngster like you—drive him out! Choose whichever bow and mount you like.'

"But let me be frank up front—this hunting ground isn't open to just anyone; if your archery is poor and unsightly, disgracing the Song name, don't blame me for having you slaughtered here!"

Heng Xian was already picking out bows and arrows, smiling faintly, with meaning in his words: 'What a generous tolerance!'

Song Nantian didn't hear clearly, so he gave the chief steward a glance.

The chief steward understood and waved his hand.

"Boom..."

In the distance, a tremendous booming roar suddenly erupted, a surging demonic aura shot up to the clouds, and immediately seven or eight sixth-grade demon beasts and over a hundred fifth-grade demon beasts came charging out, roaring.

These were the highest-level demon beasts imprisoned in Nan Yan City; their sudden aura was terrifying.

Everyone from the major clans couldn't help but jump in fright!

Song Nantian stood with his hands behind his back, expressionless; in fact, releasing these sixth-grade demon beasts comparable to early Primordial Dan Realm wasn't entirely aimed at Heng Xian, but was appropriate for today—mainly to show muscle to the other twenty clans' families, demonstrating that the Song family can imprison Primordial Dan Realm demon beasts, and in the future the Song family of Nan Yan City will lead the twenty-one clan alliance!

Heng Xian merely happened to be there at the right time!

Faced with such a spectacle, for a strange kid like Heng Xian just not being frightened is already good enough—what's there to talk about hitting the target?

He had already made up his mind; afterward, no matter where this brat came from, he would certainly be slain.

What a clueless youngster!

Feeling the violent beast horde approaching, ten times more terrifying than before, Heng Yueyu looked at her nephew and involuntarily clenched her fists.

Meanwhile, Song Dou'er, unable to hold back, walked over to Xiao Yujian, because she realized that this unquestioned top genius of the twenty-one clans, a true disciple of Luoxia Valley, when gazing at that youth in the field, actually showed a look of fear or deep apprehension?

Why is that? Could it be that the two know each other?

"Miss Song?" Mu Ti saw her approach and immediately rose to greet her warmly.

Song Dou'er gave a slight nod, looked at Xiao Yujian, and said: 'Brother Xiao, do you know this person?'

Xiao Yujian fell silent for a moment: 'I know him, but he definitely won't take me seriously!'

Song Dou'er and Mu Ti beside her, along with the others, were instantly stunned!

Wouldn't take a terrifying Primordial Dan Realm expert seriously????

Just then, a boy nearby exclaimed: 'Look! That guy's got incredible strength!'

Everyone turned their gaze to the field at once; upon looking, they all felt a tingling numbness on their scalps!

All they saw was Heng Xian testing a bow; the first one he picked up was a thousand-stone bow with a pull force of 130,000 catties, but unlike the young masters of the other families who merely observed, he simply picked it up and gave it a casual pull.

The key was that this casual pull required no effort, instantly drawing the bow to a full moon, and then—

"Pop!"

The bowstring snapped, the bow limb broke!

"Boom—"

Everyone present stood up.

"That guy…"

Many people couldn't help but cry out in astonishment.

A thousand-stone bow with a 130,000-catty pull force—snapped in an instant???

Even Mu Ti and Song Dou'er would find it somewhat taxing to use!!!

Song Nantian's face changed; he seemed to realize something, and hurriedly turned to an old man and said: "Quick! Go inquire, inquire—what background does this kid have?"

"Yes!" The old man immediately turned and left.

Heng Xian was now testing another bow, the Heaven-Shooting Bow!

As before, he casually drew it to a full moon, then—"crack!"—the bowstring snapped and the bow limb broke.

"Holy shit!"

Men and women from all directions, from various cities and clans, couldn't help but curse.

Tens of thousands of catties, twenty-odd thousands of catties of pull force—in this person's hands it's like child's play??

Even proud Mu Lanqing stared, mouth agape.

Mu Ti, Bai Zixuan, and their group also began breathing heavily.

Heng Xian then went on to test the Precious Hawk Bow.

At this moment, even the icy Xiao Yu Sword couldn't help but feel a bit nervous, since the Precious Hawk Bow was what he had just used; he involuntarily muttered: "Twenty-four thousand catties of pull force—if it breaks again, it'll be ripped apart…"

"Crack!"

The Precious Hawk Bow snapped cleanly!

The Xiao Yu Sword's cheeks twitched.

Heng Xian slightly shook his head, then picked up the Heaven Strong Bow with greater draw weight.

The Heaven Crossbow with a draw force of 290,000 catties snapped right away!

Thereafter, without pause, he took up the Divine Strength Bow; the Divine Strength Bow with a draw force of 380,000 catties was likewise pulled apart.

By this point, the precious bows collected by the Song Family of South Cliff City were basically all ruined.

Song Nantian stood there the whole time, his forehead already brimming with sweat; from the moment the first thousand-stone bow broke, he had already begun to feel heartbroken, yet he could not utter a word to stop it.

What reason is there to stop someone from testing a bow? Being able to pull it apart is also their skill!

At this moment, Heng Xian had already stepped before the final divine bow, the Song Family's ancestral heirloom that guards the house—the Shock-Slay Divine Bow.

(End of chapter)