As soon as these words came out, the people who were slowly approaching immediately froze.
Nangong Dongfang, Beiming Ximen. Although their names were different, they were not ranked.
The Four Great Clans stood side by side and could be said to be comparable to the Three Temples. They were colossal existences that surpassed the Nine Sects, Six Factions, and Twelve Academies.
The Nangong family had been passed down for thousands of years and had a long history.
None of the forces wanted to have any conflict with such a colossus. After all, this was an existence comparable to the Three Palaces.
For a moment, the people in the innermost layer of the encirclement looked at each other in dismay, not knowing what to do.
Seeing this, Nangong Mulin heaved a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders. Fortunately, there was no uncontrollable situation, otherwise...
"I've heard that the East Continent's Four Great Clans have a long history and thousands of years of heritage, comparable to the Three Temples."
"It just so happens that I've bumped into the Nangong Family today. I would like to see the legendary Nangong Heaven Striking Twelve Arts."
The sudden and gentle voice caused Nangong Mulin's expression to turn gloomy. When he looked up, the crowd automatically parted to form a path. A tall and straight figure in white slowly walked out.
This person's face was like warm jade, and his facial features were strong. Especially his pair of deep eyes, which emitted a dim light as they moved, causing others to not dare to underestimate him.
"People from the Starfall Hall?"
Nangong Mulin's pupils shrank when he saw the star embroidered on this person's chest.
"That's right, I'm the last disciple of Falling Star Hall's Fourth Elder Wu Qingtian, Zhang Yu."
Hearing this, Nangong Mu Lin was slightly startled, and a trace of arrogance flashed across his face.
A mere last door disciple of the Starfall Hall's Fourth Elder was not worthy of his attention.
Moreover, it was rumored that Wu Qingtian had led the Ten Punishment Sons to capture Wang Yan, but they were all killed by him.
Nangong Mulin didn't believe it at first. After all, the Meteor Sword Formation's reputation was too resounding.
Even if Wang Yan's strength was unfathomable, it was absolutely impossible for him to annihilate them all.
But now that Wang Yan had appeared at the Convention of Geniuses, all the opinions were discredited.
"So it's the late Elder Wu's brilliant disciple. Nangong Mullin pays his respects."
The corners of Nangong Mulin's mouth curled up as he nodded his head discreetly. His expression was one of arrogance and disdain.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Yu's eyes turned cold, but his smile remained unchanged, "Brother Mu Lin, not only did Wang Yan offend the Martial Saint, but he also caused the Falling Stars Hall to suffer a great loss."
"Now that he's heavily injured and on the verge of death, it's precisely the time for me to avenge my Master and the Starfall Hall. I hope Brother Mu Lin won't obstruct me."
Zhang Yu's words were reasonable and to the point, leaving Nangong Mulin speechless for a moment.
Wang Yan had first killed Nangong Liuyun before annihilating Wu Qingtian, and it could be said to have caused Starfall Hall to lose all face and become a laughingstock.
"Nangong Mu Lin, Wang Yan has offended Sir Martial Saint. This is unforgivable. I advise you not to go astray."
"That's right. How many participants did Wang Yan kill in the qualifiers? We must get rid of this killer today!"
"If the Nangong Family doesn't know what's good for them, don't blame us for attacking you together …"
As Zhang Yu's voice fell, all kinds of echoing voices sounded, and the originally stagnant encirclement slowly approached again.
Nangong Mulin's eyes turned cold, "Whoever dares to come forward will be the enemy of the Nangong Family!"
"Although the Four Families can be said to be comparable to the Three Temples, individually, they can't defeat any of the Three Temples."
"Now I want to avenge my Master. If the Nangong Family doesn't know what's good for them, don't blame me for killing all of you!"
This Zhang Yu was not the old Zhang Yu. After entering the Falling Stars Pool for half a month, he successfully stepped into the Cuixing Peak Stage under the infusion of the majestic and rich Star Force!
With the great improvement of his cultivation, Zhang Yu's confidence also soared.
But when he came out of the closed-door training and heard the bad news of Wu Qingtian's death, he knew he was no match for Wang Yan.
But because he entered the Falling Stars Pool and occupied a lot of resources, Zhang Yu was forced to participate in the Convention of Talents' Favorites.
In the battle of the preliminaries, Wang Yan's peerless sword strike scared Zhang Yu so much that he immediately hid.
With the cultivation of the Cuixing Peak Stage, he survived the preliminaries and entered the knockout round.
After Wang Yan showed his invincible power and killed a large number of contestants with a few sword strikes like a god descending to the earth, and fought against the strong man in the second stage of the Full Star Stage,
Zhang Yu completely gave up, thinking that he could never get rid of Wang Yan in his life, so he hid far away.
Unexpectedly, there was a light at the end of the tunnel. Although Wang Yan was unparalleled, he was seriously injured after this battle.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Yu realized that the time to get rid of the big trouble had come, so he immediately jumped out and wanted to get rid of the nightmare in his heart with the gold-lettered sign of avenging Wu Qingtian.
This was because Zhang Yu had already regarded Wang Yan as his lifelong enemy, a nightmare that made him unable to eat or sleep in peace.
He, who had lived under the shadow of Wang Yan for a time, knew that Wang Yan's Martial Arts aptitude was extraordinary and could be called a peerless genius.
If he did not get rid of Wang Yan and allowed him to become stronger, there would only be one result waiting for him — death!
"No matter what, if you want to take Wang Yan's life today, you have to step over the bodies of the Nangong disciples!"
Nangong Mulin's shout mixed with Star Power rolled over everyone's head like rolling thunder.
The next moment, Nangong Bahu and the others took a step forward, and a tyrannical aura leaked out unscrupulously.
With Nangong Mulin in the lead, the aura intertwined and soared into the sky, forming a terrifying coercion.
Like a divine dragon descending from the sky, it pressed forward violently.
The space that had not been completely repaired in the last battle exploded again, and the pitch-black cracks spread wildly.
"Where are the disciples of the Falling Stars Hall!"
Zhang Yu's pupils shrank, and he immediately shouted angrily.
In an instant, tens of thousands of terrifying auras suddenly rose from the crowd, intertwined together, and fiercely collided with the pressure formed by the auras of the 20 Star Tempering Realm disciples!
Boom …!
A deafening roar resounded in the unseen world, and it spread out in waves.
Suddenly, the auras of Nangong Mulin and the others stagnated, and then quickly weakened. Everyone's face was gloomy to the extreme.
From the looks of it, he seemed to have fallen into a disadvantageous position in the clash of auras just now and suffered a loss.
"I'll give you one last chance, if you don't retreat quickly …" Zhang Yu smiled coldly, and his gaze passed through the crowd, landing on the thin figure sitting cross-legged.
"Kill without mercy!"
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Nangong Mulin slowly shook his head.
Although he did not say a word, this action had already explained everything.
In an instant, Zhang Yu's eyes turned cold, "If that's the case, then I have to send you on your way!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he pressed with one hand, "Do it!"
In an instant, figures exuding tyrannical auras rose from the ground, like countless locusts sweeping through the void, causing ripples.
In the next moment, countless starlight suddenly appeared, transforming into a variety of attacks, bombarding Nangong Mulin and the others!
This time, it was not a battle of thousands, but tens of thousands!
The sounds caused by the powerful attacks intertwined, forming a deafening roar, as if countless stars were falling from the sky!
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