Chapter 399 - 390: Aura Rushing to the Heavens

Chapter 399: Chapter 390: Aura Rushing to the Heavens

The Hundred Vein Martial Gathering is a custom of the Changkong clan.

In this custom, each clan and lineage will send out five prodigies from different cultivation realms to serve as the martial proctors for the Hundred Vein Martial Gathering.

Whether they are chosen, and which gate they will guard, is determined through martial competitions. The strongest prevail.

It is widely acknowledged that the martial proctors of the thirty-sixth gate are the ultimate experts of their respective realms, the undisputed champions. For this reason, they are also known as the Marquises of Shiwu.

What is special is that a martial proctor of the thirty-sixth gate can be replaced by a Trialist.

And if a Marquis of Shiwu at the thirty-sixth gate holds their position from beginning to end, they will be crowned a king.

The First Martial King!

For this very reason, each clan and lineage must first select a single representative.

Back then, Fang Yang, with his undeniable ability and talent, became the one to represent the Fang Clan’s Tier Three Cultivators.

In other words, in the Star Dream Realm, there can also be only one person representing the Fang Clan’s Tier Five Cultivators.

Due to conflicting interests, Fang Yuedong, Fang Yueze, Fang Anran, and the others were unwilling to see "Fang Yuesheng" rise to prominence.

...

The battlefield for the Fang Clan’s internal competition was once again set in the Ninth Heaven’s Grand Radiant Light Grotto Heaven.

As if by unspoken agreement, everyone’s gaze shifted to the battlefield of the Tier Five Cultivators.

BOOM!

In the sky, golden divine light spread out like a tilting ocean, surging everywhere, vast and mighty, pressing in from all sides.

Many people couldn’t open their eyes; the light was too dazzling.

Only the rumbling of a war chariot could be heard as a figure gradually appeared.

His left hand was behind his back, his right holding a Golden Ancient Spear.

The Golden Ancient Spear was dazzling, as if it had condensed a boundless Fierce Flame. Imbued with the will of the great sun, it seemed capable of scorching all creation, giving one a hair-raising sense of dread.

Fang Yang had appeared!

He was like a war general from ancient times, his body wreathed in a golden radiance that made it impossible for anyone to look at him directly. It was brilliant, blinding, and overwhelmingly powerful.

’He’s not here to make friends.’

This was the first thought in the minds of many young men of the Fang Clan.

The man before them had merely returned to the clan to trace his roots.

Yet he still retained a wild, bestial nature brimming with aggression.

He was not the sort of person who should possess such a domineering aura.

Yet, against all expectations, he did.

From this, it was clear he had little reverence for the clan and its lands.

"Insolent." The pale golden light in Fang Yuedong’s eyes flared. The Red Gold Feather Fan in his hand buzzed and trembled, each feather like a sword, threatening to fly out.

"He doesn’t know his place." Fang Anran’s voice was frigid. The scabbard on his back rippled with invisible fluctuations, like a golden lion opening its eyes to let out a world-shaking roar.

"Heh, arrogance requires skill to back it up," Fang Yueze said with a faint smile.

A murky black divine light erupted from his body like a newly formed black hole, its powerful pull devouring the gales and destroying ancient trees and mountains around him.

At that moment, Fang Yang’s dramatic entrance had aroused the wariness of the Fang Clan’s experts.

Fang Yang himself was perfectly aware of this.

But he did nothing to change their impression; it was exactly what he intended.

After all, since he was already out in the open, he might as well cause a huge scene to draw more eyes to himself.

Geniuses always attract attention.

And when you’re in the spotlight, it’s harder for people to make a move against you from the shadows.

...

...

The world was vast and boundless.

Among the towering mountains and ridges, successive roars of beasts echoed, unsettling the heart.

DONG—

An earth-shattering bell toll reverberated in all directions, startling countless birds into flight and causing the expressions of the Fang Clan experts to tighten.

The battle had officially begun.

In the eastern corner, a glint flashed in Fang Yuedong’s eyes as he gently waved the Red Gold Feather Fan in his hand.

In an instant, wind rose and fire burst forth, burning fiercely and coalescing into a firebird as massive as a mountain. It lunged forward to attack, its might awe-inspiring.

In a single strike, three competitors vanished, forced to retreat.

In the southern corner, Fang Anran trod the Qiankun Step as a vast Sword Intent erupted from him and shot toward the sky. The clang of his sword was like the roar of nine lions, echoing in all directions.

To the naked eye, competitor after competitor froze in place, their Souls thrown into disarray.

In the western corner, Fang Yueze wore a savage grin as he continuously swung his fists. Each punch was like a dragon, creating billowing shockwaves. Thousands upon thousands of shockwave Flood Dragons manifested, washing over everything in their path.

Beneath his iron fists, ancient trees disintegrated and mountains were pulverized. It was as if everything was forced to submit.

As for Fang Yang, he had firmly occupied the northern corner.

Fang Yang’s demeanor was calm, his expression gentle.

Yet every time he thrust his Golden Ancient Spear, a wave of golden divine light scattered forth, annihilating everything in its path.

He seemed completely at ease, exuding an air of indifference.

It’s just that none could say how many competitors had been knocked unconscious by the point of his spear.

His performance truly astonished everyone.

In the end, only Fang Yang and the other three—Fang Yuedong’s group—remained on the battlefield.

’Wait, are Fang Yueze and the others going to gang up on Fang Yuesheng?’ The crowd suddenly looked up.

For in the void, three streaks of divine rainbow light shot across the sky, carrying an aura of absolute destruction. They charged straight for the north, their killing intent palpable.

Fang Yuedong, Fang Anran, and Fang Yueze—these three were all top figures among the younger generation of the Fang Clan.

Each of them possessed terrifying strength.

Killing an ancient desolate beast of the same realm would be no problem for any of them.

Therefore, upon seeing the three of them tacitly cooperating to deal with Fang Yang, the other onlookers were horrified.

’Yue Sheng, let me see what you’re capable of.’ The Great Clan Elder stood atop a mountain peak, his gaze profound. ’If you can’t even handle the three of them, how will you ever fight Sen Zhenlong, the Young Master of the Sen Clan?’

......

In the sky, rumbling sounds echoed without end.

Fang Yueze led the attack. His iron fists were incomparably savage, and his vast blood qi was shocking as he repeatedly bore the brunt of the assault at the vanguard.

Fang Yuedong’s gaze was terrifying as he waved his fan without pause. Crimson-purple divine light surged forth like a mountain torrent, cutting off Fang Yang’s paths of retreat.

Fang Dongran drew his sword. Sword Qi filled the air, held but not yet released, like a Nine Heavens venomous scorpion observing its prey, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment.

"Haha, how interesting, how very interesting."

Despite being surrounded by powerful enemies and facing mortal danger, Fang Yang showed no signs of retreat.

Laughing heartily, his Golden Ancient Spear erupted with divine light. He thrust it out again and again with a thunderous roar, conjuring endless golden hurricanes. His defense was so tight that not even a drop of water could splash through.

He even seemed faintly calm and composed.

His demeanor instantly stunned the onlookers.

’How does he dare to be so brazen?’

That’s right, what gave him the right to be so calm, even wantonly arrogant, under the combined assault of Fang Yuedong, Fang Yueze, and Fang Anran?

...

"What’s with the act?!"

Fang Yuedong’s expression was savage, the golden light in his eyes surging.

Even though they were cousins, he was the first to unleash a killing move.

He suddenly waved his fan, and a crimson light like a roaring sea, laced with lightning, surged forth. Its power was so immense that the entire world seemed to turn crimson.

Seeing this, Fang Yueze and Fang Anran immediately followed suit.

Blood qi suddenly erupted from Fang Yueze’s body, soaring to the sky and pressing down on the region. Within it, the phantoms of six worlds could be seen, shrouded in a hazy mist.

In a flash, his form changed. He now had three heads and six arms, his physique stout, martial, and intimidating. His face resembled that of an Asura demon.

He threw a punch, and the blood qi shot forward like a roaring true dragon, causing the void to shatter in its wake.

CLANG! Fang Anran decisively drew his sword. The sound of its unsheathing seemed to have the power to shatter mountains and rivers, horrifying the distant crowd.

At this moment, everyone’s gaze was fixed on Fang Yang.

Many even broke out in a cold sweat for him.

...

Above or below, there was no path of retreat.

A furious gale howled, whipping Fang Yang’s black hair back.

The situation was far too dangerous.

Even the Great Clan Elder couldn’t help but tremble upon seeing it, a cold sweat breaking out on his back.

Strangely, however, Fang Yang’s expression remained calm.

It was unnaturally calm.

BANG—

Fang Yang swung his Golden Ancient Spear. A single point of brilliant golden light blossomed on its tip, then rapidly expanded.

In an instant, the golden light flared, forming a Golden Tai Chi Diagram. It looked unremarkable, almost mundane.

The Golden Tai Chi Diagram wasn’t large, just big enough to envelop Fang Yang’s body. It spun rapidly, like a mysterious Grotto Heaven containing profound secrets, stabilizing the very space around it.

"How is that possible?!"

Fang Yuedong’s pupils contracted violently, his heart thrown into turmoil.

Fang Yueze’s fist froze, and a drop of cold sweat trickled down his cheek.

Fang Anran was no better off; the hand gripping his sword was trembling slightly.

At this moment, everyone was stunned, staring blankly as the Golden Tai Chi Diagram devoured all the attacks.

And if their eyes weren’t deceiving them, the Magic forming the Golden Tai Chi Diagram was actually the Flame Skill and the Thunderous Strike Skill?!

But weren’t the Flame Skill and the Thunderous Strike Skill just extremely common, ordinary forms of Magic? How could they possess such terrifying potential?!

’Not good, we have to retreat!’

After unleashing their ultimate moves, the trio inevitably fell into a weakened state.

But Fang Yang, their opponent, was still bursting with vigor, his aura soaring to the heavens.

In that moment, the Great Clan Elder and the other onlookers watched in shock as Fang Yang moved with wild abandon, hunting his foes.

RIP!

With a sound like tearing paper, the Golden Ancient Spear shot out. It pierced through Fang Yuedong, grazed past Fang Yueze, and pinned Fang Dongran.

All three were pinned by Fang Yang to the face of a steep cliff, unable to move. They were left on the verge of death, utterly weakened.

Forget Fang Yang; even a three-year-old child with a sword could have taken their lives!

’I lost... I lost just like that?!’

The sharpness was gone from Fang Yuedong’s gaze, the cold smirk had vanished from Fang Anran’s lips, and the divine light no longer wreathed Fang Yueze’s iron fists.

The three of them fell into a unanimous silence, not uttering a single word.