135: Chapter 135 One-Year Term, Beating Up Three People

"Let's go!" Hun Tiandi waved his large sleeve, putting away the table and chairs, and led Tian Longzi and the other two toward the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.

After crossing boundless mountain ranges, a wide official road appeared half a month later, extending in all directions to various destinations.

It came into the view of Hun Tiandi's party of four, and many figures could be seen coming and going on the road.

There were traveling merchant caravans, and the faint sounds of clamor could be heard.

In the sky, amidst the sound of the wind, various strange-looking flying magical beasts flapped their massive wings, speeding toward the distance.

The figures sitting atop them emitted powerful auras.

In the Central Plains, flying magical beasts were numerous. Hun Tiandi sighed softly, and looking at the bustling popularity, he actually felt as if he were in another world.

A massive city faintly emerged before his eyes.

"You three find a place to stay in this city. I will head back to the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion first..."

After settling Tian Longzi and the others, Hun Tiandi headed toward the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion.

At this time, it was very lively outside the mountain gate of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion. These were all disciples who had been out for a year of tempering; the deadline had arrived, and they were waiting for the mountain gate to open.

Hun Tiandi had arrived a day early but did not approach. He found a quiet place to close his eyes and regulate his breathing.

"Yun Tian, do you still remember me? At the entrance ceremony a year ago, you made the three of us lose face. Today is the day you pay your debt."

The speaker had a burly frame and bronze-colored skin, his voice booming like muffled thunder.

He was followed by two others whom Hun Tiandi had also taught a lesson before. Hearing this, Hun Tiandi slowly opened his eyes and looked at the three overbearing individuals.

The auras of the three were much stronger than a year ago, likely possessing the strength of a Seven-star Dou Master.

"Get lost, I don't want to hurt anyone..." Hun Tiandi said coldly.

"Yun Tian, you're looking for death..." The youth with bronze-colored muscles shouted like thunder and attacked in a rage.

He clenched his fists, his body radiating a bronze Dou Qi Armor. Veins bulged on his arms, his muscles surged, and a heavy, mountain-like metallic sensation flowed from him.

The conflict between the two immediately attracted the surrounding disciples. People naturally gathered to watch the excitement.

"Hong Niu? Why has he gotten into a conflict with that youth in green?"

"Come, let's go see who wins and who loses!"

Boom...

After Hong Niu attacked, Hun Tiandi shook his head helplessly. This battle was likely unavoidable; he might as well use it to establish dominance and completely put an end to future troubles.

The thick fist swung like a drumstick hitting a drum, distorting the air as earth-yellow Dou Qi erupted.

Hun Tiandi was not afraid at all. Regardless of Dou Qi, in terms of physical strength alone, he had yet to meet a match.

The two fists collided in mid-air, and the extreme surge of energy sent ripples spreading outward.

The surrounding disciples watching the excitement were all affected by the impact and kept retreating.

"Such powerful strength..."

"Hong Niu has a powerful body, but this youth in green is also quite formidable..."

"That youth in green you're talking about is the Pavilion Master's personal disciple. How could he be an ordinary person?"

"Right, I remember now. A year ago, the Pavilion Master took a personal disciple. At that time, this disciple's strength hadn't broken through to the Dou Master level, so he was temporarily accepted as a nominal disciple."

"As long as he can break through to the Dou Master realm, he can officially be accepted as a personal disciple."

"That's right, I think his name is Yun Tian?"

The surrounding disciples were all discussing, as if returning to a year ago when Yun Tian was fortunate enough to be favored by the Pavilion Master, naturally drawing the hostility of other disciples.

The violent battle between the two reached a fever pitch.

Outside the mountain gate, the two figures interlaced and shifted, leaving behind series of afterimages. Footprints were left on the stone slabs wherever they passed.

Rumble...

With a loud bang, the two exchanged a blow and pulled apart. Hong Niu was panting heavily, his bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at Hun Tiandi.

A storm raged in his heart. Over the past year, Hong Niu had practiced bitterly, tempering his body and cultivating his Dou Qi, finally breaking through to the Five-star Dou Master level.

He was full of confidence. Meeting Hun Tiandi at the mountain gate today, in front of all the disciples, was the perfect moment for revenge.

"Mysterious Rank High-Level Dou Technique: Earth Dragon Fist!"

Hong Niu's body shook as he abruptly performed the Dou Technique he had obtained during his tempering: the Mysterious Rank High-Level Earth Dragon Fist.

Coupled with his powerful Dou Qi, he clenched his fists, and Dou Qi surged out. An illusory dragon shadow appeared on his fists along with bursts of dragon roars.

The dragon's roar possessed the power to shatter one's soul and gall, capable of making an opponent lose thirty percent of their fighting intent.

"Half-Step Crushing Fist."

Hun Tiandi's eyes were calm and waveless. His body half-crouched like a taut bowstring, and he instantly released his power, charging toward Hong Niu with killing intent.

"Die!" Hong Niu also attacked boldly, his Earth Dragon Fist surging like waves, carrying the might of the dragon shadow.

The two clashed again. Dragon roars echoed, and hidden force like needles rippled out, kicking up layers of dust that obscured everyone's vision.

"Brother Niu will definitely win!" Hong Niu's two lackeys shouted to cheer him on.

"Sigh, back then Yun Tian wasn't even a Dou Practitioner. If he broke through to the Dou Master level in a year, he'd be very lucky..."

"Hong Niu is a Five-star Dou Master; the gap is too large..."

The disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion spoke up, seemingly favoring Hong Niu heavily.

Pfft...

Suddenly, a burly figure flew out from the dust, a mouthful of blood spraying from his mouth like bright flower petals falling to the ground.

Hong Niu slammed heavily onto the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief as he looked at the dust.

Hun Tiandi flicked his large sleeve, dispersing the faint dust. With his hands behind his back, he looked down at the crowd with the aura of a powerful expert.

"Brother Niu, how are you?"

"Is the injury serious?"

Hong Niu's two lackeys hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, asking with concern.

"You dare hurt our Brother Niu? Let's get him..." The two lackeys were like magical beasts in heat, condensing Dou Qi Armor; they were actually at the Dou Master level.

One was a Three-star Dou Master, the other a Two-star Dou Master...

"Don't, come back..." Seeing his two lackeys rushing up recklessly, Hong Niu, whose blood was churning, didn't have time to stop them.

Ah...

"Stop hitting me..."

Only two shrill screams were heard. Hun Tiandi's speed was extremely fast, and his fists fell like raindrops. The two poor lackeys immediately surrendered.

The sound of wailing echoed throughout the scene. The surrounding Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion disciples couldn't bear to watch.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Hun Tiandi grew tired of the beating and finally stopped.

The two lackeys were bruised and swollen. Watching this scene, Hun Tiandi shook his head helplessly.

Rumble...

The formation of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion opened with a rumbling sound. The white mist dispersed to reveal the true mountain gate, and two elders stepped out. One was Elder Nie Yun, whom Hun Tiandi was familiar with.

The other was Elder Wang, whom he had met once before. He had a cold expression and looked down at the crowd.

"The one-year deadline has arrived. Congratulations to all disciples on your successful return."

"Enter the Sword Pavilion!"

Elder Nie Yun said calmly, his eyes scanning the surroundings with satisfaction. When his gaze fell upon Hun Tiandi, his eyes narrowed as if he had seen something unbelievable.

"Wait," Elder Wang said coldly, looking at the bruised and swollen Hong Niu and his two companions, interrupting the entry into the mountain gate.

"Elder Wang..." Nie Yun said in confusion.

"What... happened here?" Elder Wang pointed at the injured Hong Niu and asked.

Soon, a disciple explained the cause and effect.

"Hmph, brawling in front of the mountain gate damages the prestige of my Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion. Yun Tian is sentenced to one month in the Sword Tomb, and Hong Niu's group of three is sentenced to one month in the Forging Pavilion..."

Elder Wang coldly issued the punishment for the four.

"Elder Wang..." Nie Yun's expression changed. The Sword Tomb was a terrifying place filled with killing intent; even if a Dou King entered for a month, they might not necessarily come out alive.