Chapter 349: Are You the Heir?

However, Xia Tian's parents passed away early due to circumstances, and he was raised by the old man of the Xia Clan from a young age, receiving more affection than Xia Jun.

Although Xia Tian is the heir designated by the old man of the Xia Clan, Xia Jun's family of several is certainly unconvinced; they have been tripping Xia Tian up both openly and secretly.

It is fortunate that Xia Tian has outstanding abilities, otherwise he would have been ousted years ago.

"Cousin, what a coincidence." Xia Tian glanced at Xia Jun and said, "I want this private room today; I am treating my friend to drinks, so if there is nothing else, please head out."

Xia Jun's expression was ugly; he is a pure rich second-generation, a playboy who spends his days drinking, clubbing, and picking up women.

He was just bragging to two women about how awesome he is, and now he is being kicked out in the blink of an eye? This isn't right.

"Young Master Xia, who is this?" Xiao Qin glanced at Chen Yu: "How did you end up hanging out with this person?"

"Chen Yu, why are you here? Do you know who this is? This is Young Master Xia of the Xia Clan, one of the Four Great Families; he is the one who will take over the Xia Clan in the future. Your abilities are not bad, but compared to others, you are still a hundred and eight thousand miles away," Wu Li said with a cold gaze.

Wu Li was slapped hard by Chen Yu last time, so she is naturally unconvinced, but Chen Yu's close relationship with the Qing Sect makes it so she has to be convinced.

Yet this time, she feels she has hooked up with Xia Jun and believes she can stop looking at Chen Yu; after all, this is the Xia Clan, one of the Four Great Families. Although Chen Yu is formidable, he is far inferior to the Xia Clan in both financial power and background.

"Taking over the Xia Clan in the future? Did he tell you that himself?" Chen Yu glanced at Wu Li.

"That's right, Young Master Jun will take over the Xia Clan in the future. Chen Yu, I'll give you a piece of advice: you and your fox friends should leave here as soon as possible. You must give up the private room that Young Master Jun has taken a fancy to," Xiao Qin sneered.

"Heh, cousin, taking over the Xia Clan? You really dare to brag about that." Xia Tian sneered: "Grandfather designated me as the future heir of the Xia Clan in front of everyone in the Xia Clan. Are you trying to defy Grandfather's words?"

"No, that's not what I meant, cousin." Xia Jun's face turned somewhat pale. It is true that he had just been bragging, but he never expected to run into Xia Tian the moment he turned around.

It was fine to brag like this in front of these brainless women, but he would never dare to say such things in front of Xia Tian.

"Young Master Jun, who is he?" Seeing Xia Jun's respectful attitude toward Xia Tian, the two women were stunned.

"Shut up, this is my cousin, the future successor of the Xia Group designated by my grandfather. Stop talking nonsense." Xia Jun's expression was ugly.

The two women shut their mouths obediently. After all, the Xia Group is one of the Four Great Families, but what is Chen Yu's background that he could have such a good relationship with the future successor of the Xia Clan?

"If there is nothing else, you should head out. I am drinking with my brother here today and don't want anyone to disturb us." Xia Tian patted Chen Yu on the shoulder.

"Young Master Xia, you, how do you know Chen Yu? How can his status be worthy of being your brother?" Wu Li felt a ball of fire in her heart.

"Shut up." Xia Tian was angry. He pointed at Xia Jun and said, "Xia Jun, don't forget your own identity. You are, after all, a direct descendant of the Xia Clan, and Grandfather has high hopes for you."

"If you continue to mess around everywhere and associate with these sluts, bringing shame to the reputation of the Xia Clan, don't blame me for being impolite to you."

The expressions of the two women changed instantly. Xia Tian calling them sluts to their faces made them extremely furious.

But since the other party is the future heir of the Xia Group, they dared not speak even if they were angry.

"Get out, all of you, get out." Xia Jun shivered in fear; he could not disobey his cousin's words, as the old man of the Xia Clan doted on Xia Tian alone.

Immediately, the two women and he slunk away.

"Young Master Jun, why does Xia Tian treat you like that? You are both direct descendants of the Xia Clan; what right does he have?" After they left, Wu Li was still unconvinced.

"Hmph, an orphan without parents. If it weren't for my grandfather doting on him all these years, how would he dare to be so smug?" Xia Jun's expression was ugly.

"Young Master Jun, he is far worse than you. Why is he the heir of the Xia Clan?" Xiao Qin also said, unconvinced.

"Heh, heir? He can forget it. Let him be smug for a few days; my father will naturally deal with him. And that guy named Chen Yu, the Yu Clan has already hired a Martial Arts Expert to deal with him; he won't live for three more days," Xia Jun said hatefully.

In the blink of an eye, it was already noon the day after tomorrow.

Beifeng Mountain is one hundred kilometers north of Fengling. This place has unique mountain scenery with a lone peak standing tall. One of the lone peaks is named Zuowang Peak; this mountain peak reaches straight into the clouds and is the highest point of Beifeng Mountain.

Because this place is to the north and the mountain is extremely high, the climate is already cold, so the temperature at the peak is also somewhat low.

At the top of Zuowang Peak is the Extreme Martial Pavilion, a place for people in the pugilistic world to resolve personal grievances.

Today, the Extreme Martial Pavilion has been reopened. On the massive plaza, two rows of weapon racks are set up, displaying the eighteen types of weapons.

Sixteen large men in total, standing in two rows, are positioned on both sides; they are dressed in red martial attire, and each person has a giant drum behind them.

The Yu Clan side has already taken their positions. Yu Lingxuan sits to one side, holding her daughter's urn without saying a word, followed by sixteen bodyguards in black suits.

Each bodyguard has a white flower pinned to their chest. Yu Zu stands to one side, followed by three men in black robes; these three men are the Blood Guard.

On the other side, Fourth Master Huang, Old Hong, and others have already taken their seats. Lin Qingyue represents the Lin Clan, and there are also Li Xuanling, Xia Tian, and others.

At the front of the plaza, Master Mu has already taken his seat. He has his eyes slightly closed, calmly in a state of meditation, with eight disciples sitting on both sides, looking very imposing.

Those who can come to the peak to watch the battle are either important people from both sides or people of great status. Some who want to join in the fun can only wait at the foot of the mountain because their status is not a match.

But noon has arrived, and Chen Yu has yet to appear.

"Master Mu, the agreed time has arrived, and Chen Yu has not yet come. He does not hold you in his eyes, nor does he hold the rules of the pugilistic world in his eyes."

Yu Lingxuan could finally no longer hold back. She wants Chen Yu to die and truly does not want to wait for even a moment longer.

"That's right, Chen Yu does not follow the rules; this is simply not holding my master in his eyes." Gu Zhiwen said in a deep voice: "I will go find him now."

"It's only one minute late, what's the rush?" Old Hong spoke up. He snorted coldly and said: "Your master is a Martial Ancestor Realm expert, famous for twenty years. It was already inappropriate to issue a challenge to a newcomer in the pugilistic world; what is there to fear in waiting a few minutes?"

"You..." Gu Zhiwen was furious.

"Wait for him for half an hour. If Chen Yu does not appear, then I will go down the mountain myself and bring his close friends and relatives here. I don't believe he won't appear." Master Mu opened his eyes.