One could imagine how shocked Dongfang Yun was at this moment. A Full Star Realm expert who was not even twenty years old.
Let alone the Eastern Continent, there was no such legend in the entire Starsource Continent.
"Three breaths of time. If you don't leave by then, you will die here today."
Wang Yan held the sword in his left hand and hovered in the air, looking down at Dongfang Yun.
"One."
"Two."
"Kid, I, Dongfang Yun, will remember what happened today. Just pray that I won't …"
Whoosh!
An ear-piercing sound of breaking wind interrupted Dongfang Yun's vicious words, only to see the sky once again lit up with a white light.
As the space was cut open like a curtain, the white light stopped an inch in front of Dongfang Yun's throat.
Just a little more and he would be able to cut his throat!
"I'll be waiting for you to deliver the Star Guiding Stone."
Dongfang Yun was scared out of his wits. The vicious words that were about to come out of his mouth turned into a fierce expression.
Glaring fiercely at Wang Yan, Dongfang Yun waved his hand, tore space, and disappeared.
"Scram."
The sword light turned and formed a semicircle sword screen, sweeping away all of Dongfang Yun's subordinates.
For a moment, the house regained its former tranquility.
A moment later, the sound of rapid and heavy breathing could be heard.
"M-Master, that Dongfang Yun is from the Dongfang Family, we …"
"What's wrong with the Dongfang family?
Can't you just stop scolding me after beating me?
What's more, we're considered half members of the Nangong Family now. We're under their protection, so what's there to be afraid of? "
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Yan's lips curled into a smile. He put away the Sword Soul of the Heavenly Sword and filled the room with his Divine Soul.
The messy house and the slowly closing pitch-black spatial rift instantly returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.
"Even if the sky falls down, there are tall people to hold it up. We don't have to worry about anything. The Nangong Family will take care of this matter."
Wang Jiao's Adam's apple moved with difficulty as he watched Wang Yan's figure disappear from the secret cultivation room. He could no longer restrain his curiosity.
"Master, you … you really broke through to the Full Star realm?"
Wang Yan turned around and smiled. "If you think so, then so be it. If you think not, then so be it."
…
In the periphery of the Jinling Dynasty's residence, there was a magnificent palace full of Star Power.
Nangong Lie paced back and forth with his hands behind his back. His thick eyebrows were furrowed, and a blurry "Chuan" character appeared in the middle of his eyebrows.
His gaze alternated between anxiety, helplessness, sighing, and excitement.
Dong dong dong …
The sound of hurried footsteps came from afar. Nangong Mulin, who had been treated in time, hurried over.
"Mu Lin greets third uncle."
"No need to be so polite. How do you think we should settle this?
This brat Wang Yan is truly a killer in name and in reality. Wherever he goes, he will stir up trouble and stir up trouble. "
"Now, the Dongfang Clan is not going to settle the score with this kid. Instead, they've come to me to punish me. What a headache."
Nangong Mulin's mouth twitched. "Third Uncle, there's something I don't know if I should say."
Nangong Lie, who was pacing back and forth, suddenly came to a halt. He slowly looked at Nangong Mulin.
"If you have something to say, just say it. Don't beat around the bush."
Taking a deep breath, Nangong Mulin seemed to have made up his mind and looked straight at Nangong Lie.
"Third Uncle, is it really worth it?"
As if he had expected Nangong Mulin to ask this, Nangong Lie chuckled and nodded.
"Have you ever seen a First Stage Cuixing Realm Martial Cultivator kill a Second Stage Full Star Realm Martial Cultivator?
Moreover, he still has the strength to fight afterward and seems to be intact. "
Nangong Mulin immediately shook his head. "Even so, he has, after all, offended the Prime Warrior saint and formed such a deep hatred with the Falling Stars Temple."
"If we let him become the Nangong Clan's Elder, won't our clan have to face the anger of the Prime Warrior saint and the Falling Stars Temple at the same time?"
"Moreover, Wang Yan has unscrupulously slaughtered people in the preliminaries and knockout rounds, unknowingly offending many sects."
Speaking of this, Nangong Mulin faintly sighed. "Third Uncle, I hope you can consider it carefully."
"There's no need to consider. I've made up my mind."
"Third Uncle …"
"Enough!"
Just as Nangong Mulin opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Nangong Lie coldly. "Wang Yan's talent and aptitude for martial arts can be said to be one in ten thousand, no, one in a billion."
"This is an opportunity. If we can grasp it, the Nangong Clan will definitely prosper for ten thousand years in the future!"
Speaking of this, Nangong Lie's eyes emitted a frightening light. His expression was impassioned and close to madness.
He suddenly put his hands on Nangong Mulin's shoulders and shook him hard.
"Such a person with infinite potential, is there any reason not to firmly bind him to us?!"
"Third Uncle, even if that's the case, what if he dies prematurely?"
"What if he dies prematurely?
A dragon among men like him must be a person with great luck. How could he die prematurely?! "
Looking at the impassioned and crazed Nangong Lie, Nangong Mulin didn't know what to say.
The competition within the Nangong Clan had always existed. Everyone wanted to replace the current clan.
Therefore, winning over a powerful helper was one of the most effective methods.
"I'll deal with the Dongfang Clan. Go and tell that kid to rest in peace and get a good ranking in the Convention of Geniuses."
"In this way, I can recommend him to the clan elders and let him become the youngest Nangong Clan Elder in thousands of years!"
"Yes, Third Uncle."
…
At the same time, in the center of the imperial residence of the Jinling Dynasty, in a palace that was almost formed by the power of stars.
Dressed in a white robe, Bai Yiyuan slowly put down the jade cup. His eyebrows that hung above the corners of his eyes slightly trembled.
"You're saying that this kid can represent the younger generation of the East Continent and participate in the Astral Source Grand Tournament?"
"Martial Saint, if you have a different opinion, you can voice it out."
Bai Yiyuan shook his head. "Although this kid is strong, he can't represent the entire younger generation of the East Continent, can he?"
"Nephew Bai is indeed a dragon among men, but compared to this kid, he's still a little lacking."
A hint of anger appeared on Bai Yiyuan's gentle face, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye.
At his level and age, he'd long since been unable to show his emotions on his face.
But now, he was angry because of these words, which was enough to show how dissatisfied Bai Yiyuan was.
"Do you think the imperial family will agree?
After all, there are so many princes who boast of being extraordinary. Will they allow this lowly kid to represent the younger generation of the East Continent? "
As soon as these words came out, the handsome middle-aged man sitting opposite Bai Yiyuan suddenly fell silent.
This man had a face like warm jade, red lips and white teeth. His eyebrows were like swords and painted like brushes. He was indeed born with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and was extraordinarily handsome.
He looked elegant and gentle like jade, like a scholar or a noble. His temperament was out of this world, and his charm was infinite, making him impossible to ignore.
Although he looked weak and fragile, the fact that he could sit opposite Bai Yiyuan and talk in such a dignified manner was enough to show that his identity was not ordinary.
(End of this chapter)