Martial Arts Overlord

Hearing Yang Dingtian’s introduction, Yang Wanyi’s Daimei lifted slightly.

The fact that even people from the Holy Land couldn’t annihilate this Emperor Heart Sky-Burning Flame showed how terrifying it was. She couldn’t help asking:

"What does this have to do with me?"

Yang Dingtian glanced at Yang Wanyi.

"Waner, though your talent counts as top-grade, compared to those true monstrous geniuses, you’re still a bit lacking."

Yang Wanyi immediately understood the deeper meaning in Yang Dingtian’s words. Frowning, she said, "Father, you mean this Emperor Heart Sky-Burning Flame can change my talent?"

"Exactly."

Yang Dingtian nodded and said solemnly, "After ten thousand years, most of the ferocious baleful aura of this Emperor Heart Sky-Burning Flame has already been worn away by the grand array. You’re suited for Fire Series Cultivation Techniques, while this Emperor Heart Sky-Burning Flame is the progenitor of fire balefulness. If you can merge this Emperor Heart Sky-Burning Flame into your own body, it can be said to be an act of defying the heavens and changing fate. In the future, your cultivation will definitely be smooth sailing, and you won’t lose to anyone."

Won’t lose to anyone!

Yang Wanyi’s gaze paused. She stared at the crystal palace, pressed her red lips tightly together, and her eyes shone with unusual light.

Seeing Yang Wanyi’s expression, Yang Dingtian let out a breath.

"However, this Emperor Heart Sky-Burning Flame is no ordinary ferocious thing. Even a single wisp of its baleful aura is far from simple. Moreover, once you step into the array, the grand array will attack you at the same time. By then, the tribulations will surely be countless; your mind and body will probably endure immense pain, even worse than when you cultivate among Evil Spirits. Whether you go in or not, you decide for yourself. As your father, I hope you don’t go in."

Yang Wanyi’s expression was crisp and decisive. The corners of her rosy lips hooked up in a slight smile:

"Father, you always said that in this world there’s no such thing as failure, only losing without a fight. I’m your daughter—how could I give up without even trying?"

Yang Dingtian smiled helplessly. He had long expected Yang Wanyi to choose this way; otherwise he wouldn’t have brought her here.

"Then go. But if you can’t hold on, don’t force it. Remember, your life is more important than anything." Yang Dingtian said.

Yang Wanyi nodded. Just as she was about to move, she suddenly asked:

"Father, will we still make it to Group Dragon Island?"

"Don’t worry. There’s a kind of flying Demon Beast nearby, the Swift Fire Purple Lightning Bird. It can travel a hundred thousand li in a day and get us to Group Dragon Island in less than two days."

"Then I still have two days. That should be enough."

Yang Wanyi’s gaze flashed. Her figure swept forward, appearing on the plaza in front of the crystal palace. Her plain, slender hand pressed against the great doors of the crystal palace.

Buzz!

At once, streams of Seven-Colored Mysterious Light surged through the space around the entire crystal palace, and this whole area began to tremble violently.

Yang Dingtian looked at Yang Wanyi, who was submerged in the Seven-Colored Mysterious Light. His brows knitted tightly as he muttered to himself:

"I don’t know if doing this is right or wrong..."

He had already done all the preparations he could, but whether Yang Wanyi could successfully merge with the ancient Ferocious Fire ’Emperor Heart Sky-Burning Flame’, he had not the slightest certainty in his heart.

...

There were only four days left until the New Dragon Ranking Tournament. The entire Canglang Dynasty and the major powers of several nearby dynasties all had their eyes fixed on Group Dragon Island.

The whole Canglang Dynasty was seething with undercurrents.

All Martial Artists whose cultivation was at the Fifth Layer or above of the Spiritual Rotation Realm, and who were qualified to go to Group Dragon Island, were hurrying there to watch this grand event.

Even those who weren’t qualified to go to Group Dragon Island were, through various channels, trying to find out information about the New Dragon Ranking Tournament.

Originally, the New Dragon Ranking Tournament, held once a year, wouldn’t have caused such a sensation. But this year’s Tournament had three True Yuan Realm experts appear, and it was recognized as the most peak event in decades.

Even the Blood Flower Tower, that elusive organization like a Divine Dargon whose head was seen but tail never, would send people to participate. Such a grand scene could be said to be something seen only once in a hundred years!

The entire Canglang Dynasty was plunged into the heated atmosphere of this grand event, and even those who hadn’t paid much attention to the New Dragon Ranking Tournament in the past now had their eyes drawn to it.

While everyone was discussing the various participating disciples and their expected results, the young elites from the major Golden Palaces were also flocking toward Group Dragon Island.

On the plains, several exquisite carriages pulled by Flying Cloud Fierce Fire Lions were galloping madly, their speed like lightning, crossing a li in the blink of an eye.

On each carriage was engraved a water-cloud pattern, representing the noble identity of the Canglang Dynasty’s royal clan.

In the first carriage sat five figures. On the far left sat a youth in a brocade robe, the edges of the robe inlaid with gold trim, the collar adorned with fine gemstones, exuding an air of wealth and nobility. This was the current Crown Prince of the Canglang Dynasty. Beside him stood a white-haired old man.

On the right side, opposite the Crown Prince, sat an old man in a blood robe, with a thin and wiry figure.

The old man shrank within his blood robe, his figure hidden in a patch of shadow so that his face couldn’t be seen clearly, making it easy for people to overlook his existence. But the occasional gleam in his eyes was like an unsheathed treasured sword, carrying a soul-seizing power.

On the old man’s left and right stood a veiled young woman with a graceful figure and a cold-faced young man. These two were exactly the Blood Flower Tower disciples Luo Feng had previously encountered, Qin Xuan and the ’Green Face Blood Pigeon’ Leng Feifan.

"Blood Elder, I’ll be counting on you for killing Luo Feng."

The Crown Prince spoke respectfully to the blood-robed old man hidden in the shadows.

"Rest assured, our Blood Flower Tower has always done things cleanly and efficiently. Since I’ve accepted Old Yang’s commission, Luo Feng is already a dead man. But a mere Martial Artist at the Ninth Layer of the Spiritual Rotation Realm is not worthy of me personally taking action. Having my disciple Leng Feifan kill him will be more than enough."

A dry, rasping voice came from beneath the blood robe. The old man’s gaze turned to Leng Feifan. "Feifan, isn’t that so?"

Leng Feifan sneered, clasped his hands, and said respectfully, "Please rest assured, Master. I happen to have a bit of a grudge with Luo Feng as well. He won’t survive the New Dragon Ranking Tournament."

The blood-robed old man nodded, closed his eyes, and said no more.

Qin Xuan lightly furrowed her brows and remained silent.

After some time, the convoy stopped to rest.

Leng Feifan found Qin Xuan, who was cultivating in an open area, and said, "Qin Xuan, were you just now worrying about Luo Feng?"

Qin Xuan sheathed her sword and stayed silent.

Leng Feifan said bluntly, "I know you know Luo Feng. Originally, I only wanted to teach him a lesson at the New Dragon Ranking Tournament, but now things are different. You should be very clear: in our Blood Flower Tower, missions are absolute. Since Master accepted the commission, as long as Master lives, Luo Feng must die."

"I’m naturally aware of that. You don’t need to remind me." Qin Xuan said indifferently.

"Good. As fellow members of the Seven Blood Flowers, let me give you a piece of advice: don’t act on impulse. Whether for Master’s sake or my own, this Luo Feng, I must kill. I hope you won’t interfere."

"As Martial Artists, we should all have that awareness. If Luo Feng dies by your hand, then that’s his fate."

Leaving these words behind, Qin Xuan turned and left.

"Good. I hope you remember what you said!"

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