153: Licking the dog, licking the dog, licking until there is nothing left! Yang Han vs. Nangong Batian!

“Batian Gege, I'm sorry~~ Zhou Xiangcai didn't mean to make you lose face... I just wanted to publicly expose Lin Xuan's hypocritical disguise to vent your anger...”,

“Don't be angry anymore~~”

“Please forgive Zhou Xiangcai this time, okay~~”

Zhou Xiangcai, propping up her weak body, leaned hard against Nangong Batian while speaking in a sweet, coquettish voice.

However, Nangong Batian's mind wasn't on her at all; his attention remained on Lin Xuan... or rather, on Qingyue Fairy.

“Qingyue, I know you're just temporarily interested in that Lin Xuan... you'll come back to my side eventually... we are the perfect match made in heaven!” Nangong Batian thought inwardly.

Although he was very displeased with Qingyue Fairy's interaction with Lin Xuan, he still didn't lose his temper in order to maintain his image in front of the goddess...

“Batian Gege~~ Pay attention to me~ Look, I'm injured...”

“Gege~”

Meanwhile, Zhou Xiangcai was still trying to make Nangong Batian pity her.

The next moment

“Slap!”

With a slap, Zhou Xiangcai fell to the ground.

“Batian Gege, why...”

Immediately, covering her right cheek, she looked at Nangong Batian with a pitiful and disbelieving expression.

However, Nangong Batian had no intention of showing pity at all, and roared angrily:

“Trash! Who allowed you to challenge Lin Xuan on your own initiative? You made this Emperor Child lose face completely.”

In the eyes of others, this Zhou Xiangcai was on his side, and the face lost was also his; therefore, Nangong Batian was so furious.

Hearing this, Zhou Xiangcai just wanted to explain, “Batian Gege, it's not like that, I just wanted to...”

However, Nangong Batian didn't want to listen at all, “Enough! This Emperor Child doesn't want to hear it...”

“Hmph! If it weren't for the fact that your Zhou family is an affiliated force of my Nangong Imperial Clan, this Emperor Child would cripple you right now!”

“Now, get lost for this Emperor Child, and never appear before this Emperor Child again!”

After speaking, Nangong Batian gave Zhou Xiangcai a cold glance, then continued walking towards the outside of the venue.

Watching Nangong Batian walk away decisively, Zhou Xiangcai's mind was instantly struck by a bolt from the blue, and she immediately burst into tears, “No! Batian Gege, I was wrong, I was wrong, don't leave me...”

“How can I live without you... sob sob...”

However, Nangong Batian had no intention of turning back at all, and still walked quickly towards the outside...

This scene was witnessed by many people, who all shook their heads and sighed.

“Who would have thought that this Zhou Xiangcai was sycophantic towards Nangong Batian for nearly ten years, and now she has ended up in this state... pitiful and lamentable...”

“Indeed...”

What they didn't know was that Zhou Xiangcai's situation would only be worse than they knew... having lost all her talent, the consequences in the fiercely competitive Emperor Clan were imaginable...

Bootlicker, bootlicker, bootlicking until nothing is left!

...

However, just as Nangong Batian was about to leave the venue, a light chuckle suddenly rang out:

“Hehe, Brother Batian, why are you in such a hurry to leave?”

The appearance of this voice instantly cut through the atmosphere of the venue.

Everyone looked towards the source of the voice.

“This is...”

“heavenly pride ranking, Tenth, Ice Prince, Yang Han!”

“It's him... what is Ice Prince going to do...”

...

This commotion also attracted the attention of Lin Xuan and the others.

Lin Xuan looked up, a smile playing on his lips, “Hehe, looks like there's a good show to watch.”

“Looks like it really is...” Lin Yan smiled.

And Lin Haoran had already pulled Lin Dong over and started cracking melon seeds.

...

On the other side, Nangong Batian turned his head and saw Yang Han, ranked tenth on the heavenly pride ranking, standing not far away, a faint smile hanging on his lips.

Yang Han wore white clothes, held a folding fan, and had a graceful demeanor.

“Hmph! Yang Han, you'd better have something important!” Nangong Batian flicked his large hand and said coldly.

Yang Han lightly shook his folding fan and smiled, “I've long heard that Brother Batian's strength is extraordinary... Coincidentally, Yang Han's skills have been itching recently, and I'd like to experience Brother Batian's unique techniques. I wonder if you would be willing to grant me guidance?”

Although Yang Han was smiling, the disdain in his eyes couldn't be hidden, and he sneered inwardly, “Even a Lin Xuan can defeat you, it seems you, Nangong Batian, are nothing special.”

This sixth position on the heavenly pride ranking, this Prince will gladly accept!!!

As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings immediately fell silent.

Everyone knew that Yang Han was making a blatant provocation.

In the past, Yang Han would never have dared to speak to Nangong Batian like this.

It's just that now, after Nangong Batian's defeat in the Heavenly Emperor Cave, his prestige has greatly diminished, and those who previously feared him and didn't dare to easily make a move have now jumped out one by one...

Everyone exclaimed, “This Yang Han is actually going to challenge Nangong Batian!”

Nangong Batian's face instantly turned ashen, and veins bulged on his forehead.

“Good, very good!” He laughed in extreme anger, “Since you're seeking death, then this Emperor Child will grant your wish!”

If he didn't show his might, they would really think any ant could step on him a couple of times!

“Yang Han! Come up and face death!” Nangong Batian leaped onto a certain arena, roaring furiously, his voice shaking the heavens.

A hint of a triumphant smile flashed in Yang Han's eyes. He leaped up, then lightly landed on the arena.

He put away his folding fan and drew a cold, gleaming soft sword from his waist.

“Brother Batian, please enlighten me.”

Without a word, Nangong Batian directly summoned a black-gold long saber, and black flames instantly ignited on the blade.

“Black Flame Burning Heaven!”

He slashed out with his saber, and the black flames turned into a fire dragon, roaring as it charged towards Yang Han.

Instantly, a fierce Saber Intent, mixed with a terrifying sense of heat, surged forward.

Yang Han was unhurried. His soft sword danced like an agile snake, drawing a perfect circle in front of him.

“Ice Shield!”

A wall of ice appeared out of thin air, blocking the fire dragon. Ice and fire collided, making hissing sounds, and white mist rose.

“Brother Batian, again.”

Yang Han shouted, and at the same time, his soft sword suddenly changed direction, stabbing towards Nangong Batian's ribs from a tricky angle.

“Cold Cone Stab!”

The anger in Nangong Batian's eyes grew even stronger.

“Seeking death!”

Nangong Batian no longer held back, and the spiritual energy within his body surged wildly.

He gripped his saber with both hands, leaped up abruptly, “Overlord Saber Nine Slashes, Seventh Slash Breaking Heaven!”

Seven saber lights appeared simultaneously, sealing off all of Yang Han's retreat paths.

Each saber light contained destructive power, and even space was cut into cracks.

However, since Yang Han could rank tenth on the heavenly pride ranking, his strength was naturally not weak.

Although Nangong Batian's attack was powerful, it had not yet reached the point where Yang Han couldn't handle it.

He was seen moving rapidly, and with several slashes of his long sword, the seven attacks were all shattered.

Nangong Batian also knew it was impossible to defeat Yang Han so easily, so he didn't hesitate to attack again.

“Heavenly Desolation Hand!”

“Boom...”

“Hmph! As if I'm afraid of you!”

“Cold Blade!”

...

The two immediately engaged in a fierce battle, their attacks becoming sharper and stronger one after another.

...

After several hundred rounds

At this point, Yang Han's expression finally changed, no longer showing his previous confidence.

Because, by now, he had gradually fallen into a disadvantage...

“Damn it! How is this possible?!” Yang Han's face was extremely unsightly.

In contrast, Nangong Batian was incredibly arrogant at this moment, “Hmph! Yang Han, with this strength, you dare to jump around in front of this Emperor Child?”

“For me... be defeated!”

“Overlord Fist!”

Seeing this, Yang Han hurriedly summoned his life-saving Magic Treasure—an ancient bronze mirror.

“Mystic Light Body Protection!” The ancient mirror emitted a green light, forming a protective shield.

“Boom!”

“Pfft——”

Yang Han spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, flew backward, and heavily crashed onto the edge of the arena.

He struggled to stand up but found that he couldn't stand at all and was unable to fight again in a short time.

“I... I lost...”

Yang Han said unwillingly.

Nangong Batian withdrew his fist and stood, saying coldly, “A piece of trash dares to challenge me? Get down!”

Although Nangong Batian defeated the opponent, he didn't dare to do anything to him, after all, this Yang Han's background was not weak; it was rumored that he was a Disciple of an Ancestor from the Hundred Arts Alliance...

The audience below the stage was in an uproar.

“Nangong Batian won! As expected, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse...”

“Hiss—Nangong Batian is this powerful, how terrifying must that Sword God Prince be?”

...

Nangong Batian returned to the outer area, immediately sat cross-legged, and swallowed a pill to recover his spiritual energy.

Soon, he finished recovering his spiritual energy. After coldly scanning the surroundings, he planned to leave.

And just as he thought that after his previous actions, no one foolish enough would jump out again, a laughing voice sounded once more.

“Hehe, South Palace Emperor Child, why are you in such a hurry to leave?”

“Why not come and exchange a few moves with me as well?”