War Sovereign Soaring The Heavens
chapter-763

"Looks like you want to die." Duan Ling Tian’s short words caused all the 11 young men and young women including Hou Jun to become even grimmer, and all of them were enraged by Duan Ling Tian.

"Attack him together!" It was unknown who shouted out abruptly, but the group of young men and young men pounced at Duan Ling Tian with tacit understanding, and for a time, the sound of air exploding rose and fell continuously in the sky.

Ancient horned dragon silhouettes condensed into form and covered the sky, and they stood there in a threatening manner.

Duan Ling Tian’s gaze was calm when facing the young men and young women that attacked him from all side, and then his eyes squinted abruptly as a dim light flashed into appearance within his eyes.

Instantly, Duan Ling Tian executed the soul skill that belonged solely to him.

An illusory space appeared out of this air to envelop an area of over 10 meters with Duan Ling Tian as the center. Even though it had enveloped Feng Tian Wu within it as well, yet it didn’t act against Feng Tian Wu.

So Feng Tian Wu wasn’t affected by it.

Subsequently, an unbelievable scene appeared.

The group of young men and women that pounced towards Duan Ling Tian turned around when they were about to come into contact with Duan Ling Tian, and then they entered into a chaotic battle amongst themselves.

"Kid, I’ll kill you!" Hou Jun shouted out explosively as his intact hand formed a fist and smashed onto his companion and injured his companion.

Subsequently, Hou Jun was struck by another.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

…

The chaotic battle continued on like a raging fire.

"Tian Wu, let’s continue." Duan Ling Tian completely disregarded the 11 young men and young women that were in a chaotic battle, and he held up his wine cup and spoke to Feng Tian Wu, whereas, Feng Tian Wu was shocked by the scene before her since long ago.

"What exactly did Big Brother Duan do?" She was unable to wrap her head around it no matter how she racked her brains.

At the same time that the scene before her caused her to feel shocked, she felt a chill run down her spine, because it was truly too peculiar.

"This situation feels to be almost the same as the situation when Big Brother Duan defeated Bai Hao…" Feng Tian Wu couldn’t help but recall the scene she saw during the Darkhan Dynasty’s Martial Competition.

At that time, the scene of Duan Ling Tian defeating Bai Hao was peculiar like this as well.

It wasn’t only Feng Tian Wu, the crowd of middle aged and old customers in the ninth floor were dumbstruck now.

What are this group of ‘Little Ancestors’ that usually domineer over the Capital playing at?

Even if it was the Third Prince, his expression at this moment was extremely serious, and the spot between his brows was filled with fear. "Who exactly is he?"

In next to no time, the Third Prince left his seat.

He didn’t leave the ninth floor, but walked inwards instead.

There was a spacious room in the inner parts of the ninth floor, and it was usually provided for the use and entertaining of guests by the few people with the highest status in the Zhao Clan.

"Ouch."

"Ah!"

"AHHH!!"

…

Numerous miserable shrill cries rose and fell, and it wasn’t long before only one of the 11 young men and women remained standing, whereas, the others were spread all over the ground.

Duan Ling Tian’s brows raised as the dim light in the depths of his gaze was restrained, and he withdrew his soul skill.

Instantly, the illusory space shattered.

"What’s going on?" After the illusory space vanished, the group of young men and women that lay on the ground were completely dumbstruck when they saw Duan Ling Tian being utterly unharmed.

"Didn’t I beat him down?"

"I clearly punched him on the face and caused his head to swell up like the head of a pig! Huh? Huang Cui, you… Why has your head swollen up like the head of a pig?"

…

The group of young men and young women finally realized a problem after looking at each other.

The problem was the people they’d injured earlier wasn’t Duan Ling Tian but their own companions instead.

But why would such an incident occur?

"A demonic technique! He knows a demonic technique!" Someone shouted out.

Instantly, the group of young men and young women went pale, and their eyes were filled with terror when they looked at Duan Ling Tian once more.

The unknown was undoubtedly the most terrifying.

Earlier, they’d utterly not reacted to what had happened before they’d directly fallen into Duan Ling Tian’s ‘demonic technique.’

"Do all of you still want a leg and a hand of mine?" Duan Ling Tian glanced at the people before him with an indifferent gaze and spoke slowly.

All of them looked at each other when they heard this, and then they lowered their heads in embarrassment.

There were so many of them yet they weren’t even capable of dealing with a little kid that was around the age of 25, and they’d really lost all face!

"You’re called Hou Jun, right?" Duan Ling Tian’s gaze descended onto the young man with a wretched appearance that had one of his hands crippled.

The young man’s countenance went ghastly pale and he shrunk back slightly with fear when he saw Duan Ling Tian stared at him. "You… What do you want to do? Let me tell you, I’m the son of the Hou Clan’s Patriarch. My Father won’t let you off if you dare touch me!"

"You seemed to be carrying out a task for the Third Prince earlier, right?" Duan Ling Tian spoke indifferently, and then he raised his head to look at a nearby place before saying, "But when all of you encountered trouble, he seems to have flown the fastest… Was it worth it?"

Was it worth it?

Duan Ling Tian’s words caused Hou Jun to look back with a bewildered expression, and his expression darkened when he saw the Third Prince had left.

"The Third Prince has gone to the room." Meanwhile, a middle aged man at a nearby table told Hou Jun via voice transmission.

"Hahahaha…" Hou Jun’s was stunned when he heard this, and then he started laughing loudly.

Duan Ling Tian frowned. "Hou Jun wouldn’t have gone mad, right?"

"Kid, don’t leave if you have balls!" Hou Jun stared resentfully at Duan Ling Tian as he spoke with a hateful tone.

This caused his group of companions to be puzzled.

"Third Prince has entered the room." Hou Jun spoke as he looked at the one and only room in the ninth floor, and his eyes were filled with reverence as if a terrifying thing was within there.

"Third Prince has entered the room?" Instantly, the other 10 young men and young women’s gazes lit up.

"Kid, continue staying here if you have the balls."

"Exactly! You’re a bastard if you dare leave."

"You’re my grandson if you leave!"

…

The group of young men and women spoke all at once, and all of them had a common goal, which was to goad Duan Ling Tian into staying.

"Idiots!" Duan Ling Tian glanced indifferently at this group of young men and women before disregarding them, and then he looked at Feng Tian Wu. "Tian Wu, let’s continue drinking."

Feng Tian Wu nodded. Since Duan Ling Tian wasn’t afraid, she would naturally not be afraid.

Right when the hall on the ninth floor was extremely bustling, the Third Prince looked at the young man who sat upright in meditation within the room after pushing open the door and entering.

"Zhao Wei Yi." The Third Prince spoke slowly.

The young man wore green clothes and looked to be a little over 30, and he had a handsome appearance. When looked at from afar, he was like a delicate and pretty woman, yet the apple on his throat undoubtedly indicated his identity as a man.

He was precisely one of the two most outstanding people in the younger generation of the Darming Dynasty.

The Zhao Clan’s Zhao Wei Yi!

So long as it was a member of the Darming Dynasty, they knew that this young man whose name and appearance was like a woman possessed an extremely terrifying cultivation and possessed extremely ruthless methods beneath his delicate outward appearance.

So long as Zhao Wei Yi made a move, it was rare that there were survivors.

"Lu Hao, do you need something?" Finally, Zhao Wei Yi slowly opened his eyes and looked at the white clothed young man with a calm expression as he directly called out the young man’s name as if he utterly didn’t take the young man seriously.

Lu Hao wasn’t surprised by this.

After all, even if Zhao Wei Yi was facing his Imperial Brother, the Crown Prince of the Darming Dynasty’s Imperial Family, Zhao Wei Yi addressed the Crown Prince directly by name, let alone him.

Most importantly, Zhao Wei Yi’s strength was greatly stronger than him.

"Zhao Wei Yi, if you still don’t go out, then our Darming Dynasty is going to lose face greatly this time!" Lu Hao, the Third Prince of the Darming Dynasty’s Imperial Family spoke slowly.

"Hmm?" Zhao Wei Yi had a sense of bewilderment between his brows when he heard this.

The sound insulation effects of the room were extremely good, and coupled with the fact that Zhao Wei Yi was cultivating earlier, he didn’t know what had occurred in the hall outside.

"A pair of young man and young woman arrived on the ninth floor of your Zhao Clan’s Iceflame Pavilion today… The young man looks to be around the age of 25, and the woman is a little bit over the age of 20," said Lu Hao.

"And then?" Zhao Wei Yi asked with interest.

"And then, Hou Jun’s arm was crippled by the young man, and that person attacked ruthlessly, to the point that even a grade three Life Recovery Pill is incapable of saving Hou Jun!" Lu Hao continued.

Zhao Wei Yi’s brows frowned when he heard this. "Since he’s capable of crippling Hou Jun, then it shows that he’s at least an eighth level Void Initiation Stage martial artist… An eighth level Void Initiation Stage martial artist around the age of 25?" Even Zhao Wei Yi couldn’t help but be shocked now.

After all, even he had only broken through to the eighth level of the Void Initiation Stage after the age of 30.

Now, when he heard a young man at the age of 25 possessed a cultivation at the eighth level of the Void Initiation Stage, he felt it was slightly difficult to accept.

As a genius martial artist, he had his own pride, and it was difficult for him to bear the face that someone had a natural talent much greater than his.

"Eighth level of the Void Initiation Stage?" Lu Hao said in disdain when he heard Zhao Wei Yi’s judgment, "He isn’t so simple as to be only an eighth level Void Initiation Stage martial artist… What would you think if I told you that Hou Jun’s group of ten, three eighth level Void Initiation Stage martial artists, five seventh level Void Initiation Stage martial artists, and three sixth level Void Initiation Stage martial artists attacked him jointly, yet weren’t even able to touch the corners of his clothes before falling?"

Whoosh!

Zhao Wei Yi instantly sat up right after Lu Hao finished speaking, and a bright light flashed within his eyes. "Such a thing happened? Now that you’ve said this, I’m slightly interested in him. He’s most probably from another Dynasty and is passing through our Darming Dynasty with the intention of participating in the Martial Competition of the Ten Dynasties."

"Come! Go meet him with me." Zhao Wei Yi walked towards the exit of the room.

"Wait." Lu Hao stopped Zhao Wei Yi.

"Hmm?" Zhao Wei Yi looked at Lu Hao with a puzzled expression as he didn’t know what Lu Hao still wanted to say.

"Zhao Wei Yi, I have to warn you about something… Not only did Hou Jun’s group of 11 not touch the corners of his clothes when they jointly attacked him." When he spoke up to here, Lu Hao paused for a moment before continuing. "From the beginning until the end, he sat on the spot without moving! He seemed to have utilized some sort of peculiar ability that caused Hou Jun’s group of 11 to fight each other, causing all of them to be injured."

"What?!" Lu Hao’s words caused Zhao Wei Yi who’d always maintained his composure to finally be unable to refrain from being moved.