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Faced with Xiao Yan's mockery—
"Hah! What a sharp-tongued brat. Once I capture you, I'll pull out each of your teeth one by one. I'd like to see if your mouth will still be as tough as it is now."
Hearing Xiao Yan's taunt, Yun Shan's face twitched slightly, and a glint of killing intent flashed in his eyes. Clearly, he was beginning to lose patience.
Yet, his voice suddenly turned eerily calm.
"Sect Master, today's incident has much to do with me. Please, allow me to handle this person," said Gu He in a low, gloomy tone as he stepped forward.
"Oh?" Yun Shan raised an eyebrow, stroking his beard with a thoughtful expression. "Gu He, you're not exactly known for your combat abilities. There's no need for you to lower yourself to his level. Once I capture this brat, I'll leave him to you."
Gu He shook his head and glanced sideways at Yun Yun. The aura surging from his body revealed that he had already advanced to the Dou Huang level.
"Xiao Yan, do you dare accept my challenge?"
And so, a formal duel between Gu He and Xiao Yan was declared.
The two parties agreed to a ten-move wager.
If Xiao Yan lost within ten moves, he would immediately leave and no longer interfere with Gu He's wedding.
But if Gu He lost, he would withdraw entirely from today's matters regarding the Yun Lan Sect.
In the sky above, the surrounding crowd quickly moved away, clearing the battlefield.
Yun Shan returned to the main seat, gazing at the two opposing figures in the sky. A faint, sinister smile curled at the corner of his lips.
He had long anticipated that Gu He, unable to swallow his pride, would step in. While the ten-move bet was somewhat unexpected, it would at least ensure that Gu He gave it his all.
Letting Gu He test Xiao Yan's true strength—that was Yun Shan's plan.
After all, Xiao Yan's current cultivation appeared to only be at the peak of Dou Wang, but inside his body resided the soul of Yao Chen.
As for Wei Yang—
Yun Shan's gaze shifted downward, settling on Wei Yang, who was seated across the square. He smiled and said, "Mister Wei, since the misunderstanding has been resolved, why not join me on stage for a few drinks?"
"Resolved?" Wei Yang's lips curled into a smirk. "The misunderstanding between Yun Yun and me is indeed resolved—I won't hold that against her. But that doesn't mean you and I are fine."
"What… do you mean by that?" Yun Shan's smile froze slightly as his face turned gloomy. "I've shown you respect time and again. Do you really think I'm without temper?"
"If you've got a temper, by all means—show it." Wei Yang chuckled casually.
"You—!" Yun Shan clenched his hand tightly, and the wine cup in his grip instantly shattered into powder. His face darkened, and his voice turned cold. "Don't think that just because you've got some talent, you can act so recklessly and arrogantly!"
"Are you trying to lecture me?" Wei Yang's expression also chilled. "You talk too damn much. Can you shut up for once?"
"Very well, very well! Then today, I'll personally see just how strong you are—whether your strength matches your mouth!" Yun Shan was infuriated to the point of laughter as he slowly rose to his feet.
As Yun Shan stood, a powerful aura began to radiate from his body.
The atmosphere within the square grew increasingly oppressive—so thick with tension that even the air itself seemed heavy.
Hearts pounded wildly across the crowd, and many involuntarily took a few steps back.
In the sky above, the duel between Xiao Yan and Gu He hadn't even begun, yet now the two most powerful Dou Zong experts present were about to clash?
"Learn your lesson? Heh." Wei Yang remained seated, not even bothering to rise. He simply raised a hand and casually swung his palm forward.
ROAR—
With the roar of a dragon, a small black flame dragon shot out from his palm. As it soared, it rapidly expanded in size, transforming into a massive dragon over ten meters long in the blink of an eye.
An incredibly potent aura burst forth. The immense energy fluctuations caused ripples in the air itself. The black flames engulfing the dragon's body distorted the surrounding space with their terrifying heat.
The enormous black flame dragon shot out like a black bolt of lightning, aiming directly at Yun Shan on the wedding platform.
ROAR—
The searing heat rushing toward him made Yun Shan's robes and hair billow backward. His pupils shrank as he forcefully thrust out both palms.
BOOM—
Like a black flamework exploding, the impact detonated atop the wedding platform, reducing it instantly to ashes. Violent energy shockwaves swept out, carrying searing heat that spread at an alarming speed.
Even though the guests surrounding the wedding platform had long sensed danger and retreated swiftly, many were still caught in the explosion's aftermath. The shockwave sent people tumbling in all directions, leaving them disheveled and embarrassed.
Even Yun Yun, who stood just below the wedding platform, was blown several meters away before she barely managed to steady herself.
Up in the sky, Xiao Yan and Gu He—who had just started their battle—each flapped their wings, choosing to evade the blast radius altogether.
The residual energy of the explosion slowly died down.
As the crowd looked on, all of them couldn't help but twitch at the corners of their mouths.
The original scene was now a total mess, black flames raging and spreading.
The wedding platform that once stood proudly at the center of the vast square had completely vanished, leaving behind only a massive crater.
That entire area was now a sea of black flame, radiating terrifying heat waves that surged outward relentlessly.
Whoosh!
At that moment, a battered figure shot out swiftly from the sea of black flames and hovered high in the sky.
Everyone took a look—and collectively gasped.
Who else could it be but Yun Shan?
At this moment, Yun Shan's hair was disheveled, his long beard curled, and his robe was riddled with scorched holes. His aura flickered unsteadily.
In such a miserable state, there was hardly any trace of the former majesty expected of a Dou Zong powerhouse.
"You...!" Yun Shan stared at Wei Yang, a look of disbelief written all over his face.
"Tch." Wei Yang let out a dismissive sneer. With a casual lift of his hand, his fingers formed into a claw and grabbed at the air.
Whoosh—
Instantly, the rampant black flames swirled as if drawn by a vortex, rushing back toward his claw. Like a dragon drinking water, the fire poured into his palm and condensed into a small flame the size of a hand, flickering gently in his grasp.
"You could barely block one casual strike from me—and you think you're qualified to lecture me?" Wei Yang played with the flame in his hand, his tone full of ridicule.
"..." Yun Shan's facial muscles twitched violently as his body trembled faintly.
Half from rage, half from fear.
Rage—because he had been utterly humiliated in public, reduced to such a state by a single casual strike. His reputation lay in ruins.
Fear—because having just experienced it firsthand, he now deeply understood just how terrifying that so-called "casual" strike truly was.
If he hadn't reacted quickly and fought back with all his strength, he wouldn't have escaped with just some burns—he would've been injured outright.
That strange black flame... was simply too horrifying!
Once touched by it, it clung like maggots on bones—nearly impossible to extinguish.
Even worse, it seemed to consume and feed off one's Dou Qi to grow stronger. That meant defending against this bizarre flame required at least twice the usual amount of energy expenditure.
The entire square fell into dead silence.
Aside from the distant clamor of Xiao Yan and Gu He clashing in the sky, not a single sound remained.
Everyone was speechless.
Some of the powerhouses who originally supported the Yun Lan Sect or Gu He now wavered. Their hearts sank with cold dread.
Even Yun Shan—a dignified Dou Zong—had nearly failed to withstand a single move from the man. What the hell were they even fighting for?
As for Jia Xingtian, Fa Ma, and the others—their faces couldn't hide their joy, their hearts pounding with excitement.
They knew Wei Yang was strong, but this strong?
It looked like today's battle was going to end in victory after all!
With a flip of his palm, Wei Yang retracted the black flame. His gaze calmly swept toward Yun Shan.
"You're no match for me. Why don't you let Xiao Yan deal with you later? For now, why don't you call out the person hiding behind you."
As he spoke, Wei Yang's gaze turned toward a grand hall on the opposite side of the square.
Upon hearing this, the crowd was stunned, and those aware of the truth—like Jia Xingtian, Fa Ma, and others—suddenly tensed up.
Countless gazes followed Wei Yang's line of sight, all turning toward that hall.
After a brief moment of silence...
From within the hall, dense black mist slowly began to seep out.
The fog, thick as ink, spread through the air like a slow, creeping tide.
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