Tuoba Xinge's face darkened, his voice turning icy as he barked coldly,"Master Murong, I have made myself clear time and again—the Heavenly Way Alliance was founded to uphold justice, protect the weak, and restore balance to the martial world. And yet you insist on coercing the member sects into supporting the Yan forces. Are you not pushing your tyranny too far?"
Murong Gui, Lord of the Black Dragon Sect, narrowed his eyes like blades of frost and let out a cold snort."Spare me your noble ideals," he snapped. "Let it be known—whether it is your True God Palace or any sect present today—if you do not side with the Yan, my Black Dragon Sect will leave no one unscathed!"
His words were sharp as forged steel, slicing into the hearts of all gathered like invisible blades. A heavy silence fell over the crowd as the air thickened with tension.
Tuoba Xinge's gaze swept coldly across Murong Gui's entourage. He had seen through their true intent—they came not to parley, but to dominate. His heart ignited with fury."Master Murong," he thundered, "I have treated you with the respect due a senior of the martial world, but you have taken inch after inch. So be it! Let us settle this by the laws of the Jianghu—with blades, not words! Let the Heavenly Way Alliance show its strength before all!"
Murong Gui, a seasoned overlord, sneered. "Don't say I didn't give you face. Jia Yong! Step forth and show them what true power is! Let's see if this so-called alliance holds any weight!"
A gruff roar erupted from within Murong Gui's ranks as Jia Yong strode out.A towering man with brutish features and a savage gleam in his eyes, his white robes fluttered, concealing his identity from many. This was the Black Dragon Sect's most feared hired warrior, known for his cruel and unorthodox techniques.
Tuoba Xinge frowned. He knew the Heavenly Way Alliance had only just formed—its warriors were unseasoned and disorganized."If Jia Yong fights seriously," he thought grimly, "not a single fighter may last ten moves. Must the burden fall solely on True God Palace today?"
Just then—a gust of wind, a flicker of motion!A figure soared like a heavenly steed across the field, his lightness skill like a dragon in flight. Within moments, he landed at the center of the arena.
"Palace Master Tuoba, Wang Yun is here to represent the Heavenly Way Alliance!"
The voice rang like crystal bells, echoing across the plain. All eyes turned to the source: a young and dashing swordsman, standing tall, eyes sharp, composure calm.
Whispers spread among the crowd:"Who is this youth? Such astonishing footwork!""Could he be the famed fiancé of the Qiu family from the Flying Eagle Sect?"
Tuoba Xinge's eyes narrowed in recognition. "Ah," he thought, "the young escort warrior who's recently risen to fame—Wang Yun."He gave a solemn nod. "Young Hero Wang, since you have stepped forward, be cautious. Do not underestimate him."
Murong Gui's expression twisted as he glared."So it's you, the brash upstart. Very well. Jia Yong, teach this boy a lesson he'll never forget."
Jia Yong growled thunderously. "Leave him to me!"With a savage leap, he shot into the air like an eagle hunting its prey—soaring five or six stories high—then dropped like a meteor, his palm strike splitting the wind with a deafening boom.
But Wang Yun was ready. He flowed like drifting leaf in the wind, executing the move "Fallen Leaf on the Breeze." His body slid effortlessly past the lethal strike.
Jia Yong struck again and again—but each blow hit nothing but air. His face grew grim.
Then Wang Yun countered, gracefully executing "Shepherd Returns at Dusk." The movement was languid, even playful, like a boy riding his ox home—but hidden within was a coiled, penetrating force, aimed squarely at Jia Yong's vital points.
Forced back, Jia Yong roared in anger.Wang Yun responded with a sharp cry, unleashing "Soundless Flute, Without Tune"—a bizarre, unpredictable strike with no fixed rhythm, disorienting and elusive.
Jia Yong faltered, struggling to find an opening.In desperation, he erupted with "Thunder Shakes the Heavens," a mighty blow charged with internal force.Wang Yun dodged effortlessly, robes fluttering like banners in a storm. Jia Yong charged with "Wind and Rain in Chaos", fists flying like a torrential downpour, but Wang Yun danced through the storm, evading each strike with precision.
Then—Wang Yun struck back. A sudden palm thrust to the chest—swift as lightning, strong as crashing waves—caused Jia Yong to reel.
The clash raged on for over fifty moves, each more intense than the last. The crowd watched, breathless. No one had expected the young Wang Yun to match, blow for blow, the Black Dragon Sect's most brutal enforcer!
Jia Yong again launched "Thunder Shakes the Heavens," but Wang Yun responded with another "Fallen Leaf" maneuver—each time his foe's mighty palm met nothing but air.
Then came the moment of reckoning. Wang Yun unleashed "Silent Arrival"—five palms in rapid succession, each aimed at different angles and pressure points.
Jia Yong, bulky and slow to pivot, managed to deflect the first two. But before he could respond, Wang Yun's third strike—charged with raw inner energy—landed squarely, forcing Jia Yong back three paces.
Wang Yun pressed in like a storm: two more palms thundered into Jia Yong's abdomen—BAM! BAM!The giant was lifted off his feet and hurled through the air, crashing into the ground with a sickening thud, blood spraying from his mouth.
The entire audience froze in disbelief.
Jia Yong—defeated!By the very same youth many had dismissed as a nobody, propped up by famous allies!
But now—Wang Yun had proven himself before all.He stepped forward calmly, gave a slight bow, and declared,"Master Murong, I have received your lesson."
Murong Gui's face turned ashen. He hadn't expected Jia Yong to lose—not like this.He snarled, "That useless oaf! Wasting his days in drink and whores—what is there to gloat about, defeating such trash? You dare claim victory from that? Why not face a real weapon now? Let's see how you handle a blade!"
Wang Yun answered firmly,"If Master Murong insists, I shall not decline your guidance."
Murong Gui sneered. "Very well. Western Heavenly King Xiao Cheng, go and deal with this insolent brat."
A voice responded, "At once!"Xiao Cheng—one of the Black Dragon Sect's famed Four Heavenly Kings—leapt into the field."I am Xiao Cheng, Western Heavenly King. I wield the sword. Draw your weapon!"
Suddenly, a figure soared through the air—Qiu Ting, crying out,"Brother Yun! Be careful! Here's your sword!"
Wang Yun caught it with a nod. "Thank you, Sister Ting. I'm ready."
Like a flash of lightning, he bounded five, six paces forward."Forgive my offense!" he called.
As he thrust—a brilliant streak of cold light shot forth like a comet, so fast and sharp that even seasoned swordmasters among the crowd were struck with awe…