"You... you..."

A voice filled with panic shattered the silence over the square.

Chen Mu's face was as pale as paper, staring at Jiang Chen in shock, unable to speak coherently.

"Die!" Jiang Chen said indifferently, his palm clenching suddenly.

Crack!

A sound of bones breaking rang out as Chen Mu's neck was instantly crushed by the golden palm, his head dangling lifelessly in the hand.

Jiang Chen's cultivation technique activated, and the giant golden hand instantly retracted into his body.

Thud!

Chen Mu fell helplessly onto the arena.

"My son!" The Great Elder of Youming Hall's Third Elder screamed out heart-wrenchingly, intense murderous intent flashing in his eyes as he stared unwaveringly at Jiang Chen on the stage.

This was his disciple, and the one with the highest talent!

Thump thump thump!

Jiang Chen strode to the edge of the arena, looking provocatively at You Wujiang: "One more fight, who's next? However, you don't need to worry about age restrictions anymore. Anyone from Youming Hall can come forward, even the Sect Master!"

Everyone in the square was taken aback by Jiang Chen's words. Your guard just killed their Great Elder, which has already cost Youming Hall dearly, but you're not stopping there; you even want to kill their Sect Master! This was a blatant provocation and disdain!

But the people of Chixiao Sect were looking at You Wujiang with faces full of provocation.

The challenge has been laid out, do you dare to accept it?

A twenty-something-year-old junior is challenging the Sect Master of a great sect, and if you don't dare to fight, that'd be a huge embarrassment!

But, You Wujiang didn't dare.

He truly didn't dare!

He had completely convinced himself of one thing: Jiang Chen was an Ancient Martial Artist, a Semi Venerable Realm Ancient Martial Artist!

Ancient Martial Artists within the same realm were always stronger than ordinary martial artists, let alone one who was a higher level than himself. You Wujiang genuinely did not dare to step onto the stage.

"I will!"

Suddenly, the Great Elder of Youming Hall's Third Elder shouted, his figure flashing as he leapt onto the stage, staring at Jiang Chen with a face full of murderous intent, his eyes also containing a trace of unwillingness: "I am the Great Elder of Youming Hall, Li Batian. You killed my disciple, and for that, you must pay with your life!"

Lin Jiuxiao and others were shocked, looking worriedly at the stage. It was Jiang Chen who had said it himself, and Li Batian's stepping up did not break any rules.

"Mr. Yan Hu, Mr. Jiang, he..." Lin Tianze looked at Yan Hu anxiously.

Yan Hu smiled lightly and said calmly, "Three of me wouldn't be a match for the Young Master. Let's just watch how Li Batian dies!"

Mo Tianze was suddenly stunned, foolishly looking at Yan Hu. What does he mean by 'three of you wouldn't be his match'? Could it mean that he could defeat three Semi Venerables alone?

"Are you stupid?" Fan Shuqian rolled her eyes at Mo Tianze: "Have you forgotten? Young Jiang is an Ancient Martial Artist!"

Mo Tianze suddenly came back to his senses, his face lighting up with joy as he turned towards the arena. Lin Jiuxiao and the others also realized, breathing a sigh of relief.

Among those of the same realm, Ancient Martial remains supreme!

This was the consensus in the Martial Dao World!

However, after Mo Tianze relaxed, he furrowed his brow. Jiang Chen was an Ancient Martial Artist; he had simply forgotten because he was worried, but how could Li Batian possibly fail to see that?

"Young man, do you think just because you are an Ancient Martial Artist, you really are invincible in the same realm?"

On the stage, Li Batian saw that Jiang Chen still carried an indifferent expression and suddenly sneered: "Young man, you indeed have terrifying talent, but today, your life is destined to end here!"

Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, looking puzzled at Li Batian. He was very clear about Li Batian's strength; they were both in the early stage of the Semi Venerable Realm.

It was precisely because Jiang Chen saw clearly that he was puzzled. Where was this guy's confidence that he could kill him?

"I call upon the ancestors to witness!" Li Batian suddenly roared.

Hum!

A vast and elusive aura suddenly permeated the entire Chi Xiao Mountain, and a figure enshrouded in black mist abruptly appeared above the arena.

The crowd in the plaza felt an overwhelming oppressive force cover them, instantly freezing them to the point where they couldn't even move!

"Pay respects to the ancestor!"

"Pay respects to the ancestor!"

Li Batian, You Wujiang, and other disciples of Youming Hall promptly knelt to the ground.

The faces of Lin Jiuxiao and others drastically changed as they gazed in shock at the figure hidden within the black mist in the sky.

The ancestor of Youming Hall had come in person, but what did he intend to do?

Hum!

Swhoosh! Swhoosh!

Wu Qianxun and Yan Hu unleashed their powerful auras, firmly standing against the intimidating pressure that caused their hearts to tremble, leaping beside Jiang Chen with faces full of wariness as they watched the figure in the sky.

The figure in the sky glanced at the trio of Jiang Chen, shook his body, and a giant hand of black mist appeared, reaching straight for Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen's expression shifted as he reached out and grasped the staff handle in Yan Hu's hand.

"You Ming, you've gone too far!"

A low shout came from the back mountain.

Swoosh!

A sword light, like thunder, shot forth, fiercely striking the black misty hand just as it was about to grasp Jiang Chen.

Hum!

The black misty hand was immediately slashed apart, dissolving back into a cluster of black mist that merged into the mist surrounding the figure in the sky.

"Chi Xiao, you've drawn the Chi Xiao Sword, which you haven't unsheathed in a hundred years, all for the sake of a junior. It seems you value this youngster quite highly!" The figure in the sky looked towards the back mountain. "Today, with me here, you can't prevent his death!"

"We'll have to see if your people possess that capability!" A cold voice cried out, and a figure with a longsword in hand shot from the back mountain at great speed, stopping opposite the black mist figure.

"Pay respects to the ancestor!"

"Pay respects to the ancestor!"

The people from Chixiao Sect promptly knelt to the ground one after another.

Jiang Chen looked up at the gaunt figure in the sky, bowed slightly, and Yan Hu and others also bowed in respect.

"Youngster, go ahead and fight without restraint. Today, no one shall interrupt your duel with Li Batian!" The ancestor of Chixiao Sect glanced at Jiang Chen, then looked straight at the figure in the black mist, his sword emanating a cold chill.

"Chi Xiao, do you really wish to go to war with me for his sake?" The ancestor of Youming Hall spoke in a deep voice.

The ancestor of Chixiao Sect coldly replied, "The Jiang Family of Jiang City has entered an Iron Blood Alliance with my Chixiao Sect. He's the Family Head of the Jiang Family, just as Jiuxiao is the Sect Master of this sect. What do you think?"

"Well then, let's see if he has the fate to live!" The ancestor of Youming Hall spoke coldly, looking down at Li Batian. "Batian, I want him dead!"

Upon hearing this, Li Batian, kneeling in the arena, filled with extreme unwillingness but without a thought of defiance, said solemnly, "Yes, ancestor, I shall certainly kill him, and I hope the ancestor will look after my few disciples!"

"Rest assured!" The ancestor of Youming Hall responded indifferently.

Jiang Chen furrowed his brows lightly, eyeing Li Batian with confusion.

To kill him, what does that have to do with having their ancestor take care of his disciples?

Could it be that to kill him, a life must be sacrificed?

Suddenly, a shadow flickered through Jiang Chen's mind.

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