Chapter 439: Prove oneself?

Upon hearing Sun Yunyun's words, Shao Bo and his companions began to look forward to tomorrow's arrival.

As long as they get to the exchange meeting, they'll be able to get their revenge!

The next afternoon, Ding Biao came to pick up Lin Yang.

Sitting in the car, Lin Yang asked, a hint of doubt in his voice.

Isn't the exchange meeting held in the city?

Ding Biao shook his head. "It was originally there."

However, after one exchange meeting, people fought over cultivation resources, leading to a brawl that killed some ordinary folks.

After that, the Heavenly Martial Hall moved the exchange meeting to the outskirts.

Lin Yang's face showed sudden realization.

In the cultivation world, the strong prey on the weak, so Lin Yang didn't find it strange that people fought over resources.

Once a fight over resources breaks out, it's normal for a few people to die.

But if it involves ordinary people, the Heavenly Martial Hall won't allow it.

At night, inside a manor on the outskirts of Jinling, the lights were blazing.

Outside, many luxury cars were parked.

Besides Jinling plates, these luxury cars also bore plates from Modu and Yanjing.

After getting out of the car, Lin Yang saw a Yanjing license plate and couldn't help laughing.

He turned to Ding Biao beside him and said, "Tonight the Yanjing Jiang Clan will also be here; are you afraid?"

Hearing this, Ding Biao immediately clasped his fists and said.

Tonight, even if I die, I want to die alongside you.

Lin Yang laughed and scolded, "Those who don't know might think we have some improper relationship."

Moreover, even if a few Jiang Clan members show up, could they possibly take my life?

Saying that, he laughed and walked into the manor.

Inside the manor, Western food and drinks were neatly laid out, waiting for guests to help themselves.

Inside the manor, most people were in their forties or fifties.

They stood together, chatting.

As soon as Lin Yang entered, several gazes turned toward him.

Are you Lin Yang?

A man in his early forties, wearing a suit and with a square face, stood before Lin Yang.

Looking at the man before him, Lin Yang nodded and said.

Do you know me?

The man said, "I don't know you, but you should know my nephew."

Your nephew?

Lin Yang looked at him and said, "Who is your nephew?"

The man lifted his glass of red wine, took a sip, and spoke softly.

My nephew is named Tian Wen.

He came to Jinling yesterday!

Although his tone was flat, Lin Yang sensed killing intent.

However, he didn't care.

The man before him was merely at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, and he didn't care at all.

He smiled and said to the man.

Oh, then I have indeed seen your nephew.

How is his injury?

Tian Gang narrowed his eyes and said, "Since you admit it, that's fine."

Then I'll settle the score with you properly!

Seeing Tian Gang preparing to strike, Lin Yang looked puzzled and said.

Are you having ear problems? What did I admit to?

You admitted to hitting my nephew.

Lin Yang shook his head and said, "You can't just say that randomly."

I have never hit your nephew.

Tian Gang wore a sneer and said, "What, you won't admit it now?"

No, no, no — it's not that I dare not admit it; I truly never hit your nephew.

Because your nephew is too weak; it's not worth my effort to strike him.

If it were you, I might be able to move a single hand.

The previously sneering Tian Gang flew into a rage.

Bold, you little brat, dare to mock me!

Watch me smash your mouth!

As he prepared to strike, Lin Yang raised his hand and slapped him, sending him flying backward.

Tian Gang's body hit the wall and he passed out.

This scene instantly drew many gazes.

Lin Yang calmly patted his hand and said with a smile.

I just swatted a fly, everyone please don't mind.

Sun Yunyun and the three others watching from not far away all frowned at the same time.

Shao Bo clenched his fists and said, "This guy actually launched a sneak attack!"

I feel so sorry for Uncle Tian, being ambushed by such a petty person!

Sun Yunyun also nodded and said, "Exactly, this brat actually launched a sneak attack!"

Otherwise, he would definitely not be a match for Uncle Tian!

Just then, three men in their forties walked over.

They looked at Lin Yang and spoke in a low voice.

Young man, judging by how you move, you don't look like a cultivator, more like a martial artist!

This is a cultivators' gathering; martial artists are not allowed inside. Get out now!

Shao Bo saw the newcomers and said with a look of surprise.

It's my fourth uncle; he's made a move, this kid is doomed!

Cheng Qian also laughed and said, "My third uncle has come too, now he doesn't have to fear a sneak attack."

Sun Yunyun smiled and said, "Exactly, our three families will join forces, first drive him out and make him lose all face."

Then we'll kill him!

A girl said that when she kills, she still wears a smile, as easy as stepping on an ant.

This is the young lady who comes from a great family of Modu.

Lin Yang looked at the three people before him, gave a slight smile, and said.

Who says I'm not a cultivator?

Shao Tianbo, who wore a full beard, snorted coldly.

Looking at you, barely twenty, do you even deserve to be a cultivator?

You probably don't even know what a cultivator's realm is.

Sun Wenhu, standing to the side, also jeered.

You claim to be a cultivator; tell us, where did you study?

Let's see what kind of trash master could have produced a disciple like you.

Lin Yang heard this, narrowed his eyes, and a cold light flashed in them.

He said, "You lot of trash aren't even worthy to know my master's name."

Hearing Lin Yang's words, Sun Wenhu's face darkened and he shouted.

This place is a cultivators' gathering; martial artists, get out at once!

Otherwise, don't blame us for joining forces to drive you out!

Everyone naturally knows Sun Wenhu and his two companions.

Seeing the three making things difficult for Lin Yang alone, everyone became interested.

Everyone stood to the side, looking as if they were watching a show.

This is what Sun Wenhu and his group intended: to humiliate Lin Yang in front of everyone.

Lin Yang looked at Sun Wenhu and said.

I still doubt you; you're not cultivators, but trash.

Three pieces of trash, chattering away in front of me—what bad luck.

Hearing Lin Yang say that his group were trash, Sun Wenhu and his companions' faces fell.

Kid, you keep calling us trash; let's see who really is trash!

Come on, show us your mystic arts!

If you can injure us, we'll acknowledge you as a member of the Xuánmén.

Lin Yang laughed and said, "Wasn't it you three pieces of trash who struck first?"

Otherwise, I'm afraid that if I make a move, you won't get a chance to act.

Sun Wenhu snorted coldly and said, "Let us first let you prove yourself."

Lin Yang looked at him, gave a cold snort, spread his five fingers, and pointed at them.

Seeing Lin Yang extend his five fingers, Sun Wenhu and his three companions wore looks of contempt.

Look, you can't even form a hand seal, yet you dare claim to be a cultivator; don't embarrass yourself here.

If I were you, I'd have tucked my tail between my legs and slunk away long ago.

Those nearby hearing this all burst out laughing.

Suddenly, they heard Lin Yang say.

Lightning comes!