“Who are you?” Feng Ziyang’s expression darkened completely, his eyes flashing with cold light.
“I am that youth’s cousin, Lin Qinglun,” Lin Qinglun said, removing his mask to reveal a mature and resolute face, unfamiliar to most present and not particularly resembling Lin Xiao’s.
“Three years ago, my cousin Lin Xiao not only killed your Feng family’s prodigy but turned your family upside down, Feng Ziyang. Don’t you want to take a swing at me?” Lin Qinglun sneered.
“What, he’s Lin Xiao’s cousin?”
“No wonder he’s so monstrous, so young yet with such immense power. He shares the same bloodline as Lin Xiao!”
“Is he back in the Lanlan Empire to settle scores for Lin Xiao?”
Gasps of astonishment filled the air. In the Lanlan Empire, no one could forget the name Lin Xiao.
His actions back then had been too shocking.
“So that’s why he went easy on me!” Wusha thought, realisation dawning.
Ye Yu, Meng Sheng, Zhou Ruoyi, and others showed complex expressions.
“One more thing,” Lin Qinglun added, “The treasure that concealed Feng Lanyue’s aura is now in my possession.”
Back then, after Lin Xiao killed Feng Lanyue, the scene descended into chaos. Few noticed her belongings, which Ge Mu had inadvertently picked up and given to Lin Qinglun.
That was how he could now conceal his aura.
“Outrageous!” Feng Ziyang roared, furious at Lin Qinglun’s words, “If you’re seeking death, I’ll oblige!”
With that, Feng Ziyang soared into the sky, unleashing a surging aura as he charged at Lin Qinglun.
Mentioning the past was a blatant humiliation to the Feng family, and using Feng Lanyue’s treasure to taunt them was intolerable.
The Feng family wouldn’t allow such an affront. He vowed to kill this youth on the spot.
He didn’t believe a junior could match him.
Boom!
Lin Qinglun threw a punch, as if pushing a mountain, clashing with Feng Ziyang’s unstoppable palm. A terrifying force erupted, shaking the void, and a massive collision echoed.
Then, Feng Ziyang spat out a mouthful of blood, his body sent flying diagonally downward.
Lin Qinglun stood unmoved in place.
“How is this possible?”
In that instant, everyone was stunned.
Feng Ziyang, well into his fifties, a peak Martial King for years, was the Lanlan Empire’s undisputed top Martial King.
Yet, in one strike, he was defeated by a junior?
Just how formidable was Lin Qinglun’s strength?
Could his cultivation have reached the Martial Venerable realm?
That was impossible. How could a youth under thirty have such a high cultivation?
This shattered the crowd’s understanding.
“The Lin family is truly monstrous!”
“He’s got the same flair as Lin Xiao back then, but even stronger by far.”
The Lanlan Empire’s crowd sighed inwardly.
The two empires’ people were equally shocked, especially the Dongyang Empire’s youths, who looked at the proud figure with wariness.
Now they understood why even the Moyu Empire’s elders feared this youth, his strength was terrifying.
Blood trickled from Feng Ziyang’s mouth, his mind reeling. A renowned elder of the Lanlan Empire, defeated in one move by a junior—this was utter humiliation.
He couldn’t accept it.
“You can’t possibly defeat me!” Feng Ziyang roared, ready to charge again, but Feng Yuntian’s shout rang out, “Feng Ziyang, stand down!”
Feng Ziyang froze, halting his desperate charge.
He realised the youth above was formidable. Even with his full strength, he might not gain the upper hand, or he wouldn’t have been injured in one strike.
Humiliated by a junior, Feng Ziyang was livid but forced himself to endure.
“Hahaha…” At that moment, Lin Xiao laughed loudly, then soared into the sky on wings of elemental energy, standing near Lin Qinglun.
Seeing another masked figure shoot up, the crowd was stunned again. Who was this?
What was he doing? Challenging Lin Qinglun?
But this youth, looking about nineteen like Ling Hu, couldn’t possibly match Lin Qinglun.
Lin Qinglun had just sent Feng Ziyang flying in one move. No matter how strong this youth was, he couldn’t possibly compete, could he?
Everyone was baffled, including Lin Qinglun, who knew this masked youth was his cousin, Lin Xiao.
There was no way Lin Xiao would fight him.
Amid the confusion, Lin Xiao turned, facing the long table, and said in a deliberately altered voice, “Challenging an elder sounds interesting. Why don’t I try it too?”
The crowd was stunned again. He wanted to challenge an elder? Was he trying to take on the two empires’ elders to restore face?
The cloaked trio at Lin Xiao’s table were so shocked they couldn’t react, wondering if this guy was even stronger than Ling Hu.
“Who do you want to challenge?” Mo Long asked, frowning slightly.
“Yan Yitian, come up and fight,” Lin Xiao declared boldly.
“Uh…” The Lanlan Empire’s crowd was momentarily dumbfounded. Shouldn’t this masked youth be challenging the two empires’ elders?
Why Yan Yitian?
Mo Long and the others were stunned, caught off guard by his words.
Except for Empress Dowager Meng Xi and Meng Ying, almost no one understood.
After all, Ling Hu was at his table, wearing a similar mask, clearly part of the same group.
Earlier, Ling Hu had fought for the Lanlan Empire three times, twice crushing the two empires’ youths, greatly shaming them. This showed they weren’t from the two empires but hidden talents of the Lanlan Empire.
Yet now, they were confused. If he was from the Lanlan Empire, why challenge Yan Yitian in this setting? Did he have a deep grudge against him?
Yan Yitian himself was utterly baffled.
What confused everyone more was that Yan Yitian was a first-rank Martial Venerable, far stronger than Feng Ziyang. Was this youth insane?
Or did he not know Yan Yitian had reached the Martial Venerable realm, thinking he was still a Martial King?
“Yan Yitian, I crippled four of your Tianxuan Sect disciples. As the self-proclaimed leader, is this how you manage your sect?” Lin Xiao taunted loudly.
