89: Chapter 89 The Righteous Xiao Yan

The shout echoed for a long time; if nothing went wrong, half of Shengxin City could hear it.

Ming Daozi and the other prodigies were all stunned.

Could it be reinforcements called by these few guys in front of them?

Lin Bei was also taken aback.

This voice sounds a bit familiar...

"Heh... I'm afraid it's another one of those guys who don't know the height of the sky and the depth of the earth, trying to use Brother Ming to make a name for themselves. I'll go help Brother Ming deal with them!"

Yan Ming, the lackey, immediately seized the opportunity, wanting to show off.

Ming Daozi's gaze swept over Lin Bei, his words cold, "After I deal with this person, I'll deal with you guys!"

Soon, a group of people appeared above Wangsheng Tower.

A young man in a black robe stood alone in the air, arms crossed, looking at the group of prodigies.

In the distance, quite a few onlookers had already approached.

The prodigies looked at the black-robed youth, all showing expressions of doubt.

No one actually recognized this person.

Generally speaking, Cultivators who dared to come and use these prodigies to make a name for themselves shouldn't be completely unknown; there would always be a few people who recognized them.

Moreover, the opponent was a Cultivator at the Refining Spirit Peak Realm, which made it even more unreasonable!

Lin Bei, who had just arrived outside Wangsheng Tower, was stunned.

Xiao Yan? Why was he here?

Then Lin Bei felt a burst of indignation.

"Dammit, even a Son of Luck can't cheat like this, right? A few months ago, this kid was only at the Early Stage of Spirit Refining!"

"Who are you? State your name. I do not fight nameless nobodies!" Ming Daozi asked coldly.

"Ming Daozi..." A cold smile appeared on the corner of Xiao Yan's mouth, "My name is Xiao Yan!"

Contrary to everyone's expectations, Ming Daozi's aura instantly erupted.

"So you are Xiao Yan! The one who has been opposing our Nether Soul Hall everywhere for nearly a year, destroying many of our external branches!"

Everyone was a bit stunned.

It turned out the opponent was not a nameless nobody, nor was he here to take the opportunity to make a name for himself; they truly had a prior grudge.

"I've always found it strange. As far as I know, our Nether Soul Hall doesn't seem to have any deep-seated hatred with you. Why have you been so relentless?" Ming Daozi asked.

"No deep-seated hatred?" Xiao Yan's mouth curled into a sneer, "That's because you've done too much evil and can't remember it all!"

"Once, a Fellow Daoist blew himself up right before my eyes just to save me from the hands of your Nether Soul Hall's people!"

"From that day on! I, Xiao Yan, have been at odds with your Nether Soul Hall until death!"

These words moved Lin Bei to tears.

Brother Xiao still has me in his heart! So righteous, I'll definitely hit you a bit lighter next time!

"So that's how it is!" Ming Daozi nodded.

He wasn't surprised either; in order to obtain Souls, the Nether Soul Hall indeed used any means necessary, which would attract many enemies.

"The intelligence says you are as cunning as a fox, escaping the traps set by my sect several times. Looking at it today, you are nothing more than this..."

Xiao Yan snorted coldly, "Ming Daozi, no need for more nonsense. Let me see how much skill you, the second best in the Central Continent, actually have!?"

The words "second best in the Central Continent" made Ming Daozi's Face instantly turn cold, "You're looking for death!"

Just as he was about to strike, a figure stepped forward first.

"Brother Ming, I said earlier that I, Yan, would help you deal with this kid. Please give me a chance!"

"Fine!" Ming Daozi remained silent for a while before not refusing.

If a lackey could solve it, he would naturally have more Face.

Yan Ming stepped out from the crowd and stood in front of Xiao Yan.

"Kid, there are some people and some things you shouldn't provoke!"

At this moment, Xiao Yan's eyes suddenly became complicated, "Are you from the Great Yan Empire?"

"Exactly!" Yan Ming was quite proud, "I am Prince Yan Ming of the Great Yan Empire!"

Xiao Yan was silent for a moment, his right hand gently stroking the ring on his left hand.

Since his aura was discovered by those two Void Soaring Realm Nether Soul Hall Cultivators in Qingyang County, Yan Ling had strengthened the aura concealment.

Unless it was a Saint from the Nether Soul Hall in close contact, there was no need to worry about being discovered.

"Why aren't you speaking? Scared?" Yan Ming sneered.

Xiao Yan shook his head and sighed, "I was just thinking about how heroic the Flame Emperor of the past was, almost stepping over the Nether Soul Hall step by step to reach the position of Great Emperor!"

"Now his descendants have actually become the lackeys of the Nether Soul Hall. It's truly a twist of fate!"

"You!" Yan Ming was like a dog whose tail had been stepped on, instantly exploding as scorching flames spread from his body.

The group of prodigies frowned and took a couple of steps back.

"I heard this Yan Ming has the Thousand Flames Spirit Physique, which is much stronger than an ordinary Fire Spirit Physique. Seeing it today, it indeed has some merit..."

"This guy's personality isn't great, but he is at least a Refining Spirit Peak Cultivator. Relying on the Thousand Flames Spirit Physique, I'm afraid an ordinary Late Stage of Dao Integration Cultivator wouldn't be his match!"

"Indeed, I wonder how much strength this Xiao Yan across from him has!"

...

While they were talking, the mad-dog-like Yan Ming had already launched the first attack.

"Three Thousand Flame Soldier Kill!"

Instantly, the flames around him transformed into weapons such as sabers, swords, spears, axes, and halberds, attacking Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan reached out, and a wall of fire appeared in front of him, blocking all the flame weapons.

"You are also a Fire Cultivator?!" Yan Ming's pupils shrank. Although it was only a tentative attack, it was already clear that the opponent's fire control ability was not below his own.

"Heh! Thousand Flames Spirit Physique?" Xiao Yan's mouth carried a look of disdain. He didn't answer and proactively attacked Yan Ming.

Immediately, bursts of roaring echoed through the sky. In a flash of fire, the figures of the two combatants appeared in another location, like teleportation, a manifestation of speed pushed to the extreme.

In an instant, hundreds of afterimages appeared in the sky. The onlookers with weaker cultivation in the distance couldn't capture their real figures at all.

The more Yan Ming fought, the more alarmed he became.

Is this the damn Golden Great Era? A kid who popped out from some corner can actually fight me on equal terms?

Xiao Yan remained relaxed and casual, his eyes filled with mockery. After a moment, he laughed loudly, "I'm done playing with you!"

A three-colored fire lotus suddenly appeared in his palm, and he blasted a palm strike towards Yan Ming with the fire lotus.

"Boom!" The violent explosion made the Wangsheng Tower below tremble.

"Ah!" Yan Ming screamed as he fell from high in the sky, crashing onto the ground, his life or death unknown.

"Prince!" A figure swiftly pounced down.

This was a middle-aged Cultivator in the Late Stage of Dragon Transformation.

How could a prince of a dignified Imperial Dynasty go out without attendants and guards?

This guard had been watching the battle from not far away, but he had full confidence in his prince, and Xiao Yan's strike was too swift, so he didn't have time to stop it.

"Junior, you're looking for death!" The middle-aged man sighed in relief upon finding that Yan Ming was heavily injured but not dead. He looked up at Xiao Yan, and a powerful Dragon Transformation aura erupted.

Xiao Yan curled his lips, showing no fear, "What? In a competition between the same generation, your Great Yan Empire can't afford to lose? Besides, he's not dead!"

The middle-aged man's aura stalled.

Indeed, in front of the public, if he were to strike at Xiao Yan, the Great Yan Empire would surely be ridiculed.

"Good, good, good! You just wait!" The middle-aged man laughed in rage, picked up Yan Ming, and flew away directly.

Xiao Yan ignored the man's harsh words and turned to look at Ming Daozi.

"Ming Daozi, one of your lackeys' legs has been broken. How about it? Any more?"

"It seems you do have some skill..." Ming Daozi's voice was cold and low.

Seeing that the battle was about to start again.

Suddenly, a grand voice rang out from a cluster of ancient buildings in the center of Shengxin City, echoing throughout the entire city.

"The Sacred Heart Mansion's recruitment is imminent! Private fighting is strictly forbidden in Shengxin City during these few days, otherwise..."

Before the voice could finish, a brick slammed hard into Ming Daozi's head!