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nChapter 137: Descent of the King (2)

nTranslator: Larbrestudio Editor: Larbrestudio

nWithin the group of 53 people, a young man was walking in the center with an elderly man following beside him.

nThe young man put on a smile and swept his gaze across everyone in front of him casually.

nBut when he saw the old man who was lying on the ground, his smile slowly disappeared.

nThe banquet in the training field was plunged into silence as they watched the incoming group of people.

n“Who are you? How dare you make a scene in the Yan Family’s Mountain Villa!” a Martial Artist from Rivertown shouted at the top of his lungs.

nHe wanted to please the Yan Family!

n“A bunch of small fries. How dare you even mess with the Yan Family!”

nThe leader of the Bi Family also did the same thing.

nThe ones who just arrived were Wang Xian and his Dragon Sect.

nHe swept his cold gaze across everyone and strolled to Old Xue.

n“I didn’t think you’d dare to come. I thought you were a coward.”

nWhen Yan Feng saw Wang Xian bring his men over, he gave a faint smile after looking at them.

nYan Feng did not take those people to heart. In fact, he felt that this was getting interesting.

n“It’s only eight o’clock now. I thought I was punctual, but I didn’t expect the dinner to have been brought forward. You’re not sticking to the time!”

nWang Xian threw an impassive look at Yan Feng, the so-called Mr. Feng in school, before he came to Old Xue and squatted beside him!

n“Wang Xian, you’re here. Be careful. The Yan Family… they are… just too strong!” said Old Xue with an ashen-looking face, in despair as he looked at Wang Xian.

n“Don’t worry, Old Xue. Leave this to me!”

nWang Xian placed his palm on Old Xue and used his Dragon Energy to treat him.

nThe four limbs of Old Xue had been crippled, and his Elixir Field was destroyed. His life as a Martial Artist was completely ruined.

nBut to Wang Xian, this was nothing.

nAn immense Dragon Energy repaired all his injuries.

nOld Xue recovered speedily, and his expression was slightly different when he stared blankly at Wang Xian.

nWang Xian smiled at him and lifted him up from the floor slowly.

nOld Xue was injured because of him. However, he was not too late.

nHe could still treat the injuries, and for those who hurt his friends… he could…

n“Well, well…what powerful medical skills you have. No wonder the Sacred Followers Guild was defeated by you!”

nYan Feng’s eyes brightened up when he saw Old Xue stand up suddenly. “I’ll give you a chance to atone for your mistake. Submit to the Yan Family, and I can forgive your rude and imprudent behavior. I can also let your friends off! ”

nAs he spoke, he was looking down his nose at Wang Xian, giving off immense confidence from within.

nYan Feng stared at him as though he was looking at his prey. As the one favored by the gods, he had never regarded Wang Xian as his match.

nWang Xian wore a smiling face and looked over. Yan Feng was overconfident such that he was arrogant.

nWang Xian ignored Yan Feng.

n“Old Xue, who hurt you?”

n“I sparred with a Martial Artist from the Yan Family, and I was crippled by him.”

nOld Xue had a bitter look on his face. After all, it was his fault for being poor enough with his skills to get eliminated by a Martial Artist of the same level.

n“Sparring?”

nWang Xian looked at the Yan Family. “Since all of you like sparring, then spar with my people. Show me what the Yan Family has got as the return of the King!”

n“Haha, lad. I guess you want it the hard way. I’ve given you a chance. If you make me angry, you won’t be able to bear the consequences!”

nYan Feng looked at Wang Xian, who disregarded him with a ferocious look.

n“Lad, with just these people of yours, we could destroy them without the Yan Family.”

n“Old Yan, we’ll cripple these arrogant fellows on your order!”

nOne by one, the Martial Artists and the families sought permission from Old Yan as they raised their cold voices at Wang Xian.

nYan Gukong made a gesture, and all the Martial Artists went silent immediately. None of them dared to utter a word.

n“You are the fellow who offended our distinguished guest from the Sacred Followers Guild, disregarding the Yan Family, aren’t you?!”

nYan Gukong glared at Wang Xian, questioning him.

n“Your people injured my friend, right?!” Wang Xian did not answer him. He also stared at Yan Gukong and questioned him back.

n“This is what happens when you go against the Yan Family!” Yan Gukong said without any emotions.

n“Very well. Since you like it this way, I’ll do it your way.” Wang Xian nodded impassively. He swept his gazes around and bellowed in a cold voice, “Who was the one who injured my friend. Step out now!”

n“It’s me, brat. I’ll cripple him every time after you heal him. This is the consequence of offending the Yan Family!”

nThe middle-aged man who fought with Old Xue spoke impassively to Wang Xian as he looked at Old Xue scornfully.

n“Well then, let’s spar!”

nWang Xian beckoned, and a Dragonian walked out in wide steps.

n“Level-seven Martial Artist, Mo Shisan!” The Dragonian stared at that middle-aged man.

n“Haha, challenging the Yan Family? That’s interesting!”

nUpon seeing Wang Xian sending his people to fight with the Yan Family, Yan Gukong laughed out. “If so, it’s only polite to accept the challenge. Let’s play with them!”

nThe middle-aged man let out a cold laugh. He bowed to Yan Gukong before he stared at Mo Shisan with his chin up. “I’ll destroy you!”

n“Given Yan Beiyun and Old Xue’s combat skills, Yan Beiyun is at his peak as a Level-seven Martial Artist. He could be even a Level-eight Martial Artist. The art that he practiced was already formidable. Among the Martial Artists at Level Seven, and he’s almost invincible. Yet this juvenile actually challenged him. He’s obviously courting his own death.”

n“Who’s that young guy who dares to provoke the Yan Family? He even shows himself at this dinner today. He’s asking for it!”

n“This fellow wasn’t here just now, so he didn’t witness how formidable the Yan Family is. Now, he seems like a clown, copying the Yan Family by asking for a spar. Hehe, what a joke!”

nEveryone stared at Wang Xian with disdainful looks. The less wit, the more courage. If he dared to provoke the mighty one, his outcome would be dreadful.

nWang Xian listened to the surrounding discussion. Seeing the arrogant expression on the middle-aged man’s face, Wang Xian revealed a playful look.

nBoom!

nJust when everyone was waiting for Mo Shisan to be abused by Yan Beiyun, Mo Shisan moved.

nA faint black aura was exuded from his body as he charged rapidly at the middle-aged man like some savage beast.

n“Some capability he has!”

nThe middle-aged man squinted his eyes. He curled his fingers into a fist tightly and darted out!

n“Trash!”

nBoom!

nA faint voice sounded from the training ground, followed by a low groan.

nThe middle-aged man from the Yan Family flew out at a terrifying speed. His sunken chest could be seen in the air.

nBam!

nThe middle-aged man from the Yan Family landed on the table heavily and lay there without moving.

n“How is this possible?!”

nEveryone was taken aback. That middle-aged man was at the peak of Level Seven. But he was instantly killed by someone of the same level!

nThis was unbelievable!

n“Brat, how dare you lie to us! Damm you!”

nSeeing his clan mate being killed in a split second, Yan Zhongyuan was furious.

nHe would never believe that Mo Shisan was only a Level-seven Martial Artist. At his level, he could never achieve an instant kill.

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