Martial Arts Overlord

As Leng Feifan departed, Luo Feng and Xia Yunjing also utilized Qinggong, ascending the waterfall, soaring towards the peak like two great birds.

Meanwhile, Yang Wanyi treaded on clear waves, her robe billowing gracefully as she raced over the rapid waters. Neither vortex nor Gang Qi could obstruct her form, and whenever she couldn’t avoid an obstacle, she’d casually unleash a palm strike, incinerating everything thoroughly, clean and swift.

Bam!

With a single palm strike, a whirling water vortex was obliterated, Yang Wanyi paused, her bright eyes gazing into the distance, thinking: The commotion earlier seemed to be a duel. I’m not sure if it’s my husband. But with Xia Yunjing assisting him, even if Leng Feifan from Blood Flower Tower has any schemes, there should be no trouble...

While pondering, Yang Wanyi’s brows faintly moved, her gaze shifting to the left.

Swish! Swish!

The sound of wind breaking arose, with fierce Qi Force causing water to splash, two figures swiftly approached, blocking Yang Wanyi’s path.

Seeing the newcomers, a cold light flashed in Yang Wanyi’s eyes as she said expressionlessly, "You’re in my way."

In the sky, noticing those obstructing Yang Wanyi, Zi Qiuyu, the Hall Master of Purple Extreme Palace, let out a cold snort, her face like frost.

Shui Qingcheng also furrowed her brows.

The water curtain over the sea enabled observation of any corner of the main island, drawing the attention of many martial artists watching the spectacle.

"Look, two disciples of Sky Sword Pavilion are blocking Yang Wanyi."

"That one-armed swordsman must be Wei Nanye from Sky Sword Pavilion! Rumor has it he lost his right arm during the hunting tournament, yet within months, not only has he recovered, but his cultivation has advanced to the late Spiritual Rotation Realm, truly impressive."

"Almost reaching the peak; why is he stopping Yang Wanyi instead of seizing the Hundred Dragon Pillars?"

"Sadly, we can’t hear their conversations," lamented a martial artist, noting the formation over the sea which transmits only images, not sound.

"Isn’t it obvious? Absolute Eagle Swordsman of the Sky Sword Pavilion is notorious for being a philanderer. Upon meeting a stunning woman like Yang Wanyi in the Profound Weight Gate where her cultivation is suppressed, he wouldn’t miss this heaven-sent opportunity."

"Hmph, shameless! During the last New Dragons Tournament, he harassed several female disciples from Purple Extreme Palace during matches, and it took Xue Ziyi, the Jade Hand Fairy, over thirty slaps to rein him in. Yet this year, he shows no signs of learning!"

"Heh, the young and restless—who wouldn’t feel moved by a celestial beauty like Yang Wanyi?"

As the daughter of one of the four major commerce alliances of the Canglang Dynasty, coupled with her breathtaking beauty, Yang Wanyi’s fame reaches far, rivaling even the top ten new dragons. Her stopping by Wei Nanye immediately drew considerable attention from martial artists.

The water surface of the waterfall saw Yang Wanyi still confronting two Sky Sword Pavilion disciples.

"Yang Wanyi, almost at the peak; why rush?"

Wei Nanye, now with only his left hand, gazed at Yang Wanyi with crafty eyes. Despite encountering many beautiful women, he found himself a bit mesmerized by the girl’s exquisite appearance and noble aura.

Yang Wanyi looked indifferently at Wei Nanye, silent, turning to leave.

Swish!

Wei Nanye’s figure flashed, once again blocking Yang Wanyi’s path.

"Haha, it seems you wish to ascend the peak. No wonder, as reaching the Hundred Dragon Pillars allows one to rank among the New Dragons Tournament; with your skills, surely you’d rank high, shining endlessly."

Wei Nanye stared fixedly at Yang Wanyi’s delicate face, stroking his chin, "Yang Wanyi, I don’t enjoy troubling women. Simply ask me nicely, call me husband, and I won’t trouble you further."

Believing he could suppress Yang Wanyi within the Profound Weight Gate, Wei Nanye refrained from going too far, merely hoping to gain a verbal advantage over this celestial beauty.

Yang Wanyi’s brows rose, a trace of crimson-golden flames flickered in her eyes. Looking at Wei Nanye, her enticing red lips curled into a cold smile:

"Wei Nanye, it seems you don’t want your left hand either."

Wei Nanye’s face darkened upon hearing this, reaching for his empty sleeve, his face now ashen.

During the hunting tournament, losing an arm turned him into the one-armed swordsman, subject to mockery by many—a sore point for him, now stung by Yang Wanyi’s taunt, his rage boiled, eyes bloodshot, verging on madness.

"Yang Wanyi, don’t play pretentious before me. You used to shun everyone, making me think you were aloof, but now it seems your tastes aren’t that high, cozying up to that brat Luo Feng. A year ago, who knew of that boy? He merely got lucky, riding a wave of fortune."

Wei Nanye flicked his sword, scattering cold sword lights, sneering viciously, "But his joy won’t last. I know Lu Xiao Yun; he won’t allow Luo Feng, fellow Purple Sun School student, to surpass him. Luo Feng’s rise has begun, and Lu Xiao Yun won’t idle by—today marks that brat’s last moments of triumph..."

Boom!

Before Wei Nanye could finish, a fierce aura suddenly erupted, causing the entire main island to tremble.

Yang Wanyi’s pupils flickered with crimson-golden flames as Yuan Qi coalesced on her, forming a fiery robe. Nine orbs like blazing suns orbited around her, repelling the water’s reach for thousands of meters in all directions.

"Da...Da...Daluo Burning Demon Art’s eighth tier...Nine Suns Burn Demon Clothes..."

The other Sky Sword Pavilion disciple’s eyes widened, staring at Yang Wanyi in terror, collapsing to the ground, face pale.

"You..."

Wei Nanye gulped, pressed back by Yang Wanyi’s aura, retreating step by step. Protective Gang Energy creaked under the oppressive force, ready to crumble at any moment.

"Yang Wanyi, what do you intend? I didn’t do anything to you just now..."

The former burning desire vanished, leaving Wei Nanye engulfed by fear, his plan to suppress Yang Wanyi under the Profound Weight Gate shattered by her mere presence.

Swish!

Yang Wanyi waved her hand, unleashing nine crimson-golden flames, forming a circular formation.

In the next instant.

From each flame surged massive fire waves, merging skyward, isolating an area hundreds of meters wide.

In the distance, Shui Linglong’s expression changed: "Is this the power of Nine Suns Burn Demon Clothes?"

At her words, several elders from Linglong Hall exchanged glances.

The Daluo Burning Demon Art embodies fierce aggression, capable of incinerating everything, marked by potent might.

Yet, the Daluo Burning Demon Art exhibited by Yang Wanyi was too powerful, far exceeding the maximum potential achievable by a peak Spiritual Rotation Realm martial artist, even under the Profound Weight Gate’s suppression!

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