Chapter 174 - Lin Xuan is Here!

Tong Yu’s words infuriated Cang Lei, and he wished he could kill the other party.

His fists burst out, with lightning surging, intertwining into a fierce Thunder Beast that pounced towards the Tong Family with bared claws and teeth.

“Let’s attack together!”

Tong Lan shouted softly, and several people beside him set up a Sword Array.

The shadow of an Ancient Sword flashed by, slicing through the Thunder Beast.

“Hmph, if you have the guts, come attack together, I’ll play along!” Cang Lei said arrogantly.

The faces of the Cang Family Disciples turned ashen; they could only hold off Cang Lei’s attack by joining forces, as they were no match for him alone.

Cang Lei’s punch stalled the Tong Family Disciples and then he looked in another direction.

“I heard you’re the number one young warrior of Yunzhou, come up and fight!” Cang Lei pointed to a young man in the Yunzhou Martial Artists area and sneered.

“You’re Zheng Jun, right?

The eighty-eighth of the Hidden Dragon List.”

Zheng Jun’s expression changed dramatically; since coming out from the Blood-colored Trial Land, his strength had increased significantly, finally propelling him to rank eighty-eight on the Hidden Dragon List.

This ranking was regarded as the strongest among the younger generation of Yunzhou.

But he had never anticipated that this rank would bring him danger.

Feeling the terrifying aura from Cang Lei, Zheng Jun had no desire to fight.

His mouth twitching slightly, Zheng Jun spoke in a low voice, “I am not the first person of Yunzhou, I do not represent Yunzhou.”

“Oh, you’re not?

Then who is?” Cang Lei curled his lips into a sinister smile.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding Yunzhou Martial Artists’ hearts skipped a beat, fearing Zheng Jun would throw the title of the first person to them.

Especially those with similar strength to Zheng Jun, they broke out in a cold sweat.

“Lin Xuan, he is the first person of Yunzhou!” Zheng Jun said sternly.

After all, Lin Xuan had already offended them, and now he was nowhere to be found, presumably, he could not help.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the smile disappeared from Cang Lei’s face.

“You dare to mock me?”

A streak of Thunder Light emanated from his body, pulsating violently.

“Enough, don’t trouble them, I’ll fight you!” Murong Qianling stood up.

“Murong, don’t be impulsive!” Some people whispered in discouragement, you are no match for him.

“Yunzhou Disciples may lose, but cannot flee!”

“Even if I lose, I must go up!” Murong Qianling’s eyes were resolute.

Nearby, figures like Wan Jianxing, Yuan Fei, and Xie Changfeng looked disheartened, having been defeated by Cang Lei just a few days ago, there was no use in going up now.

“Oh, finally there’s someone who isn’t afraid to die!” Cang Lei said with interest.

“Not bad, you look pretty handsome.

How about becoming my personal bed warmer?”

“Water Moon Sword Technique!”

Murong Qianling’s face was cold as she quickly thrust her Longsword.

A crescent-shaped sword light sliced through the air, looking like flowers in the fog, the moon reflected on water.

“Too weak!”

Cang Lei’s right fist burst out, shattering the Sword Qi in one blow and forming a large Thunder Hand, grabbing towards her.

Murong Qianling’s face turned pale, the opponent was too powerful, she was not a match.

However, it was impossible for her to simply admit defeat.

Her body flitted about, Murong Qianling continued to dodge.

In the crowd, Weiwei looked at the stage, filled with anxiety.

Ever since she found out Lin Xuan was a Yunzhou Disciple, she naturally did not want Yunzhou Disciples to get hurt.

“Oh Lin, why are you cultivating at a time like this!” Weiwei complained.

She could see that Lin Xuan was not intentionally sleeping, but had fallen into a very peculiar state.

“Ah—”

A scream came from the stage, Murong Qianling’s face pale as death, about to be devoured by the Thunder.

Weiwei gritted her teeth, ready to intervene.

Just then, Lin Xuan in front of her moved.

He slowly opened his eyes, as if awakening from a deep slumber, the golden arcs in his eyes flickering like sudden lightning.

Huff!

Lin Xuan’s body flickered, and he vanished from the spot.

On the arena, a blue thunderous hand covered the sky menacingly, about to seize Murong Qianling.

Just then, a streak of golden lightning flashed past, reaching an incredible speed.

With a flash of golden light, Murong Qianling disappeared.

Boom!

The blue thunderous hand smashed into the ground, creating a terrifying pit with wisps of black smoke rising around it.

“Didn’t hit?” Cang Lei looked slightly stunned and then looked around.

The crowd was also dumbfounded, with most unable to discern what had just occurred.

Only a few, like Cang Bao and Wen Xu, saw someone had intervened to rescue.

“Behind!” the Martial Artists around quickly shouted out.

Cang Lei abruptly turned around, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

However, as soon as he saw the figure, he froze.

“Lin Xuan!” he said, teeth clenched.

“What, he is Lin Xuan?” the surrounding Martial Artists exclaimed, all turning to look at the young man on the platform.

Not just them, the Martial Artists from Yunzhou and the Tong Family Elders, Three Sect Elders on the pavilions above, and various other powers, all turned their gaze to Lin Xuan.

“Brother Lin, you’ve finally arrived!” Murong Qianling’s beautiful eyes filled with tears.

Since Lin Xuan had participated in the Blood-colored Trial, Murong Qianling’s role had shifted from instructor to senior sister.

That was the sect’s rule; if Lin Xuan entered the Soul Fusion Realm, perhaps even the other disciples would have to address him as elder.

“Senior Sister Murong, rest assured, everything is under control.”

Although Lin Xuan was comprehending Thunder Martial Arts, he had kept a part of his consciousness aware of the outside world and knew everything that was happening.

Murong Qianling nodded, then walked down from the platform.

Now only Cang Lei and Lin Xuan remained in the arena, the crowd looking intently at Lin Xuan, scrutinizing him.

He was a handsome young man, tall and with a profound gaze.

Dressed in a thick White Bear coat, his shoulders adorned with a furry pet.

“Is this really Yunzhou’s top Martial Artist, the one who injured Cang Family Disciples?” the crowd internally questioned, “He just looks like a boy next door!”

“Lin Xuan, you’ve finally come!

I will shatter your bones one by one, forcing you to live out your life like a dog!” Cang Lei growled venomously, seeming like a demon unleashed from Hell.

Lin Xuan’s expression was icy, “Since you desire such a life, I’ll make sure you get it!”

“That same expression again,” Cang Lei mentally raged: “Act, keep acting, I’ll kill you shortly!”

Hearing Lin Xuan’s words, the surrounding Martial Artists murmured shockingly.

Although his appearance and cultivation didn’t seem to fit that of Yunzhou’s top figure, his tone and expression made everyone feel the young man before them was not to be underestimated.

After all, no one dared to offend the Cang Family nowadays.

From a distance, the Cang Family Elders sneered coldly.

“Dare to injure a disciple of my Cang Family, I’ll make your life worse than death!”

“Crush him directly, make him a slave of the Cang Family!” The Cang Family Elders were ruthless.

The Tong Family Elders had faces full of anticipation, looking forward to Lin Xuan defeating Cang Lei and denting the prestige of the Cang Family.

The Yunzhou Three Sect Elders looked concerned.

“Lin Xuan’s cultivation is only at the Third Level of Spirit Sea, he probably has no chance of winning.”

“He might even be inferior to Zheng Jun, after all, he’s just a young boy!” Elder Xue scoffed frostily.

He certainly didn’t want Lin Xuan to win, and the news of Lin Xuan being alive had already irritated him.

Elder Duanmu took a deep breath, his eyes flickering with intensity.

“Regardless, we must ensure Lin Xuan comes to no harm this time!”

On the Martial Arts Platform, Cang Lei’s expression was sinister, his aura continually rising, blue thunder wrapped around him, thundering intensely.

“You’ve angered me, no one can save you now!” Lin Xuan’s expression darkened, golden arcs dancing in his eyes.