At the long, oval table, Chen Wendao spoke with keen interest, “Prince Molong and Emperor Taiyang of Dongyang were brimming with confidence earlier. I wonder who the final representative from your two great empires will be?”
“Indeed, we’re eager to see what astonishing talents the younger generation of your two empires has to offer,” Zhou Morri added from the side. Though he and Chen Wendao were at odds, the latter’s confident words had irked him, especially since he was, after all, from the Lanlan Empire.
“You’ll see who our final representative is soon enough,” Molong replied coolly, casting a glance backward.
At that moment, a young man in a black robe, roughly twenty-eight years old, stood up. His face was concealed by an iron mask, and his aura was restrained, as if something were shielding him from detection, making it impossible for anyone to discern his cultivation level.
“Another masked figure?”
The crowd murmured in surprise as the masked youth rose. In the past, a mask wouldn’t have drawn much attention.
But now, after Ling Hu’s earlier display, a black mask carried a different weight in their minds.
It was as if anyone wearing a mask was some prodigy emerging from nowhere.
“Heh, not every masked person is a Ling Hu.”
“Exactly, just because someone wears a mask and hides their cultivation doesn’t mean they’re formidable.”
The Lanlan Empire’s crowd began to chatter, while those from the Moyu Empire gasped, their faces flashing with deep wariness upon seeing this figure.
They all knew what a ruthless character this young man was.
Among Moyu Empire’s upper echelons, this youth’s reputation was so daunting that even the older generation feared him greatly.
“Chi!”
The masked youth, riding wings of elemental energy, soared into the sky, positioning himself within a dozen yards of Wusha.
Facing Wusha, he showed no trace of fear, saying flatly, “You’re no match for me.”
“How arrogant! Who does he think he is, able to defeat Wusha so easily?”
“People from the two empires are always like this, thinking they can sweep through our Lanlan Empire, only to be defeated one by one by our youths.”
“Right, another cocky one. Let’s see how he talks his way out of this later.”
The Lanlan Empire’s youths cursed loudly.
The masked youth ignored the clamour, his emotions unshaken.
“Just some nobody hiding his face,” Wusha scoffed, unperturbed. With a surge of spiritual power, she controlled her iron shield, sending it hurtling through the air towards the masked youth with extreme speed and force.
“Chi!”
At that moment, the masked youth thrust his hand forward. Above Wusha’s head, a black palm wind suddenly formed, unstoppable and exuding an eerie pressure. It descended rapidly, pressing down on Wusha.
Wusha’s body was instantly suppressed by this strange force, unable to dodge. She was enveloped by the black wind, which pushed her from the sky to the ground.
Fortunately, the black wind was gentle, leaving her unharmed.
Clang!
A loud clang rang out as Wusha’s airborne iron shield was firmly caught by the masked youth’s hand.
“How is this possible?”
The Lanlan Empire’s crowd stared wide-eyed, their gazes filled with disbelief.
Wusha, the peerless prodigy of spiritual control, had been knocked down with a single move by this masked youth?
And the iron shield, capable of smashing a seventh-rank martial king, had been caught barehanded by him?
Just how powerful was this masked youth?
Chen Wendao, Zhou Morri, and the others were stunned, shocked by the youth’s strength.
“Heh, this is why our two empires are so confident,” Molong said with a faint smile.
Chen Wendao and the others had no retort.
This youth’s power had exceeded their expectations.
“Ye Yu, you’re up,” Ye Fenghua spoke again, his tone calm.
Ye Yu nodded, stepping out from the prodigies’ table and flying to Wusha’s side, asking, “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine!” Wusha shook her head, warning, “Be careful, this one’s strong.”
Ye Yu nodded and soared into the sky.
The masked youth waved his hand, tossing the iron shield back to Wusha.
“Why did he go easy on me? Could it be him? But why can’t I sense his aura at all?” Wusha wondered, storing the shield in her storage ring and gazing at the figure in the sky, her thoughts racing.
This masked youth’s aura was undetectable, but his leniency made her speculate.
She shook her head, dismissing the thought, and retreated.
In the sky, Ye Yu faced the masked youth, while the Lanlan Empire’s crowd on the ground grew tense.
This youth’s strength had surpassed their expectations. Though Ye Yu was older and stronger than Wusha, as a mid-tier fourth-rank spiritual controller, he wasn’t vastly superior.
This battle’s outcome was uncertain.
“May I ask your name, friend?” Ye Yu asked, not rushing to fight, addressing the iron-masked youth.
“You’re not worthy of knowing,” the masked youth replied curtly, then attacked, thrusting a palm forward.
This time, no palm wind formed in the air. Instead, a massive palm force surged from his hand, accompanied by a strange whistling sound and roiling black energy, carrying overwhelming power as it shot towards Ye Yu.
Ye Yu’s expression shifted. A giant spiritual seal materialised, colliding with the unstoppable palm force.
Boom!
With a deafening roar, Ye Yu’s seal shattered instantly. The terrifying palm force struck him, sending his body flying backward.
In that moment, everyone was stunned. Another single palm, and this iron-masked youth had sent Ye Yu flying?
Even Ye Fenghua’s nephew, Ye Yu, couldn’t withstand a single move from this masked youth?
Who was this young man?
Even the Dongyang Empire’s crowd was astonished. They knew Moyu Empire had an extraordinary youth, but they hadn’t expected him to be this formidable, defeating such a powerful Lanlan Empire spiritual controller with a single palm.
“I’ve lost,” Ye Yu said, cupping his fists in the distant sky before descending.
From that strike, he’d felt the opponent’s strength and knew he was outmatched. Continuing would be futile.
“Conceded,” the masked youth replied faintly. His gaze swept over the Lanlan Empire’s youths, finally settling on Ling Hu, and he said, “Who else wants to challenge me?”
At those words, the two empires’ crowds felt a subconscious unease, as every time such a challenge was issued, a masked youth from Lanlan Empire would step up and defeat their triumphant opponent with a single move.
But this time, knowing it was this youth, they felt reassured.
This time, there would be no surprises.
