111: Chapter 111: Whose subordinate is this?

Strike first to gain the upper hand.

Before Leng Xue's voice could even fade, he had already turned into a streak of bloody light, pouncing straight at Su Wuhun.

"Courting death."

Su Wuhun didn't even lift an eyelid.

He simply raised his hand and gave a casual swat.

A purple palm print condensed out of thin air and collided with the bloody light.

*Bang!*

The bloody light flew backward, retreating several steps before coming to a halt.

"How is this possible?"

A trace of blood leaked from Leng Xue's mouth, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He was, after all, a top-ranked Disciple of the Blood Shadow Sect, a Late Nascent Soul Stage powerhouse.

One palm!

Just one palm!

Although his Realm was slightly lower, he couldn't even withstand a single move before Su Wuhun.

The gap between the two was immediately apparent.

Seeing that Leng Xue didn't launch another attack, Su Wuhun knew his previous move had been very effective.

Seeing this, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth; without even glancing at Leng Xue, his gaze swept across the crowd.

"Who else?"

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Under fifty years old, and already at the Nascent Soul Great Perfection.

Who would dare step onto the stage?

Wouldn't that just be looking for a beating?

Su Wuhun waited for a moment, and seeing no one respond as his gaze swept the crowd, the sneer on his lips became even more pronounced.

"What?"

"In the vast Northern Territory, with geniuses from various Sects standing like trees in a forest, is there really not even one person who dares to step onto the stage?"

He stood with his hands behind his back, his purple brocade robe shimmering in the sunlight.

The aura of the Nascent Soul Great Perfection around him was released without reservation, making it difficult for many below the stage to breathe.

"It seems you all are nothing more than this."

"The Sword Seed of the Heavenly Sword Sect? And those from the Nether Hall, the Blood Shadow Sect... they only have this much ability."

He glanced at Leng Xue on the stage.

Leng Xue's face turned ashen as he gripped his saber hilt.

This was no different from a blatant slap to the face.

But Leng Xue, deterred by the previous strike, did not dare to step forward.

"Su Wuhun!"

"Your Su Family may be strong, but don't go too far!"

Just then, someone in the crowd couldn't help but speak up.

Su Wuhun looked toward the voice, his gaze falling on a middle-aged Nascent Soul middle stage Cultivator.

"Too far?"

He laughed.

"I stand here by virtue of my strength; is telling a few truths considered going too far?"

"You people usually boast of being geniuses, yet when it truly matters, you don't even have the courage to step onto the stage, and you still dare to call me out?"

"In that case, I shall gladly accept the Young Miss of the Bai Family."

He turned, looked toward the viewing platform, and cupped his hands.

"City Lord Bai, since no one is coming up, then the winner of this Martial Arts Marriage Recruitment is..."

Below the stage.

Xiao Ran stood in the crowd, his brow twitching slightly as he watched the arrogant figure on the stage.

Within the Soul link, Li Changsheng's voice had already exploded.

"Holy crap!"

"Acting so pretentious? I can't stand it!"

Xiao Ran smiled when he saw Li Changsheng's exasperated state.

"What? You want to go up?"

"I want to go up and give him a punch to the face!"

Li Changsheng grumbled.

"Listen to the things he's saying—what 'Nascent Soul middle stage only has this much ability'?"

"Isn't he f*cking targeting me?"

Li Changsheng's current cultivation was indeed at the Nascent Soul middle stage.

Hearing those words felt incredibly grating to him.

Seeing this, Xiao Ran could only offer comfort.

"He does indeed have the capital to be arrogant—Nascent Soul Great Perfection, the Su Family's number one Genius in a thousand years..."

"Capital my ass!"

Li Changsheng interrupted him.

"Is being at the Nascent Soul Great Perfection at thirty-five that impressive? How long has it been since we transmigrated? Less than two years, and one of us is at the Late Nascent Soul Stage while the other is at the Nascent Soul middle stage. At this rate, in two more years, he won't even be able to see our taillights."

Hearing this, Xiao Ran nodded subconsciously.

"Makes sense."

We are the true geniuses!

"Are you going up? If not, let me."

Li Changsheng was still indignant, muttering curses.

This guy couldn't stand seeing others act pretentious.

Of course, Xiao Ran was the same.

"Go up for what? I think you'd even struggle to get onto a bed."

Li Changsheng: "Then you're going up?"

Xiao Ran looked up at the arrogant figure on the stage.

"I also can't stand people acting pretentious."

After saying that, he stepped forward.

Little did he know, Li Changsheng was wearing a smirk.

"Good brother, let me give your fetish a little boost!"

At this moment, around the entire arena.

Everyone was angry but dared not speak.

Because Su Wuhun's strength was indeed great enough; in this world, strength was the ultimate truth.

Thus, Xiao Ran's figure moving against the flow was very conspicuous in the crowd.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd cried out in surprise.

"Someone's going up!"

"Who?"

"I don't know, a young man in a black robe."

"Whose general is that, to be so courageous?"

Everyone looked toward the sound.

They saw a young man dressed in a black long robe walking slowly toward the arena.

His pace wasn't fast, yet it carried an air of unhurried composure.

He didn't deliberately release his aura, but wherever he passed, the crowd automatically parted.

Late Nascent Soul Stage.

"Late Nascent Soul Stage? That's a bit short! Isn't he just throwing his life away by going up?"

"Su Wuhun is at the Nascent Soul Great Perfection!"

"Who is this person? Which Sect is he from?"

"I don't know, I've never seen him..."

Discussions broke out everywhere.

Xiao Ran turned a deaf ear and stepped onto the arena one step at a time.

Su Wuhun turned and looked at this uninvited guest.

He sized Xiao Ran up and let out a sneer.

"Late Nascent Soul Stage?"

"Just with you?"

Xiao Ran stood still, facing him head-on.

"What's wrong with being at the Late Nascent Soul Stage?"

Su Wuhun laughed, an unbridled and flamboyant laugh.

"Do you know how big the gap is between the Late Nascent Soul Stage and the Nascent Soul Great Perfection?"

Xiao Ran thought about it seriously.

"That depends on who it is. If you're comparing me with you..."

"Probably... this big?"

He raised his hand and used his thumb and index finger to indicate a tiny distance.

Someone below the stage couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Su Wuhun's expression darkened.

"Are you playing with me?"

Xiao Ran shook his head.

"No, I'm just stating a fact."

He looked at Su Wuhun, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Nascent Soul Great Perfection at thirty-five is indeed not bad."

"But... with just this much ability, you dare to say there's no one in the vast Northern Territory?"

Su Wuhun narrowed his eyes, looking at this reckless youth.

Does he even know the weight of being at the Nascent Soul Great Perfection at thirty-five?!

"Do you have any idea what you're saying?"

Xiao Ran smiled indifferently.

"Of course. Didn't you realize I'm belittling you?"

"The Su Family's number one Genius in a thousand years? I think you're just so-so."

Su Wuhun's face immediately turned ashen.

He could least tolerate others defying him, let alone mocking him.

So, he decided to let the fellow before him know the true weight of the Nascent Soul Great Perfection.

"Arrogant!"

He raised his hand and struck out with a palm.

A purple palm print condensed in mid-air, even more powerful than the one used against Leng Xue.

The crowd below cried out in alarm.

This same palm strike had just defeated Leng Xue, who was at the Late Nascent Soul Stage.

Could Xiao Ran, also at the Late Nascent Soul Stage, withstand it?

On the other side.

There wasn't a trace of fear in Xiao Ran's eyes.

He simply raised his hand, and a greyish-black vortex immediately emerged in his palm.

The purple palm print fell into the vortex and vanished without a trace instantly.

"What?"

Su Wuhun's pupils constricted.

What Divine Ability is this?

It actually absorbed all of his attacks?