Super War God in the City

Dong Yanghua and the others felt a tremendous tremor in their hearts, especially the other peak masters whose strength was merely on par with Yu Yongchang, or even slightly inferior.

If Yu Yongchang was being thrashed around, wouldn't they be finished if they faced the same opponent?

The defeat of Yu Yongchang was a massive blow to them, a critical hit that amounted to ten thousand points of damage.

Following Yu Yongchang's retreat, the invisible pressure in the square had dissipated, yet those who knelt on the ground, looking at the collapsed Observatory, found themselves unable to stand up for a long time.

"Master Yu… actually lost?" Wei Yuanjie muttered, his face blank.

The entire area fell silent. The mockery and laughter that had been waiting to watch the excitement all fizzled out.

Dong Yanghua's expression darkened, his voice grave, "This boy must not be allowed to leave Zhu Rong Peak alive today."

Having said that, his figure flashed, and he leapt toward Ling Fan immediately below the stage.

The other four regained their senses from their daze, exchanged glances, and also flew down to join the fray.

"Kid, you are very strong. No wonder you dared to be so arrogant. Indeed, you've exceeded my expectations, but Zhu Rong Peak is still not a place where you can run wild!" Dong Yanghua declared coldly.

After speaking, he shook his hands, and a pair of Black Gold Iron Claws appeared in his hands—these were his weapons, the Flying Dragon Claws!

At this moment, the other four masters took their positions. Very coordinatedly, they spread out, encircling Ling Fan tightly.

For safety's sake, they had to join forces, but now they could only rely on Dong Yanghua, the Half-step Divine Realm, as the main force, while the other four waited for an opportunity to act.

Seeing that all five Peak Masters of the Zhu Rong Lineage had made their move, the entire crowd was stupefied.

"What, all five Peak Masters have taken action?" A disciple of the Witchcraft Sect exclaimed, his eyes wide, trembling as he spoke.

"Master Dong is a Half-step Divine Realm, and this kid... he's so defiant, forcing five Peak Masters to join hands!" Another exclaimed in awe.

It was at this moment that the crowd realized that they had always underestimated this young man. His arrogance was based on solid capabilities!

Lan Zihan stood by the side, speechless. For some reason, she felt that even Dong Yanghua, being in the Half-step Divine Realm, might not be Ling Fan's match.

This time, the Wushen Lineage might be saved, and Lan Zihan couldn't help but feel excited, her eyes misty with emotion.

Ling Fan, his Divine Sense sweeping over, had already heard the discussions around him.

Immediately, he frowned and looked at Dong Yanghua, scoffing, "You are at the Half-step Divine Realm? I wonder how you compare to that Qingcheng Disciple!"

Upon hearing "Half-step Divine Realm," he thought back to the Qingcheng Disciple he had slain back in Zhongnan Academy.

Glancing indifferently at Dong Yanghua, as long as it wasn't a Half-step Divine Realm with an Innate advantage like the Blood Clan, he didn't care much for it!

"If you want to fight, just come over. Let's see how you differ from the Half-step Divine Realm I've killed before!" Ling Fan coldly laughed.

With the Tianxuan Sword in his hand, he was full of confidence. Now, he was sure that he had the ability to fight a Half-step Divine Realm without using his trump card!

However, this statement of his left Dong Yanghua and the others totally baffled and scared the onlookers speechless!

"He... he... what did he say?" someone stammered uncontrollably.

"He just said... he's killed a Half-step Divine Realm?" someone else trembled.

"Is this... true..." The crowd stared in awe at Ling Fan's figure in the arena, utterly astounded and confused.

Many were so shocked they were rendered speechless. This news was like killing them a thousand times over.

"Ling Fan has actually killed a Half-step Divine Realm? A Qingcheng disciple?" Lan Zihan turned pale, swallowing hard.

All of a sudden, she remembered Ling Fan mentioning some conflicts with Qingcheng. Could it be that he actually killed a member of Qingcheng at the Half-step Divine Realm?

Dong Weiyue, Wei Yuanjie, along with various Young Peak Masters and others, were all thoroughly shaken. The information revealed in Ling Fan's words was astonishing.

Dong Yanghua's throat moved, his breathing became instantly heavy, his eyes widened like copper bells.

"You, you have killed a Half-step Divine Realm?" Dong Yanghua clenched his Flying Dragon Claws into a fist and asked coldly.

"Heh, scared, are you? You think you can revolt, now turning back is the shore, kneel in front of the Sect Hierarch and beg for forgiveness, maybe you could still save your dog life!" Ling Fan sneered.

Dong Yanghua's face turned instantly red, "Arrogant fool, repeatedly insulting my reputation, hmph, killing a Half-step Divine Realm, do you think I'm a three-year-old child?

The gap between the Half-step Divine Realm and Wuxuan is vast, how could you, of all people, kill a Half-step Divine Realm?

Today I shall see for myself how you killed a Half-step Divine Realm—Rising Dragon Fist!"

Dong Yanghua shouted explosively and made his move suddenly, the aura he released was even stronger than Yu Yongchang's.

Ling Fan's eyes flashed, his hand gripping the Tianxuan Sword, ready to strike again.

Just at that moment, a cold shout exploded like thunder, reverberating through the area.

"Stop!" With a thunderous shout, a middle-aged man with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes flashed into the scene.

In the next breath, he appeared in front of Ling Fan, his sword clashing against Dong Yanghua's attack.

"Bang!"

A deep collision sounded with a booming echo afterward. Dong Yanghua was forced back, while the middle-aged man stood firmly in place, clearly superior.

"Sect...Sect Hierarch?" Jia Qingsheng and several other Peak Masters were shocked when they recognized the newcomer, turning pale with astonishment.

Actually, it was understandable; such a commotion was bound to alert the Sect Hierarch. It would have been strange otherwise.

"Father!" Seeing him, Lan Zihan couldn't help but cry out.

Dong Yanghua retreated more than ten paces, his face turning red, and his heart sank deeply. With Lan Xingyuan intervening, it would be difficult to kill the boy!

Lan Xingyuan stood proudly at the scene, scanning his surroundings, noting the devastated battlefield, indicative of the fierce fight that had taken place.

Before arriving, he had already gotten a rough idea of the situation from Duan Wuqing and others.

No one knows a daughter better than her father, and he was fairly confident about his daughter, knowing Lan Zihan wouldn't act recklessly. Since she dared to do this, she must have been somewhat sure of herself.

"Sect Hierarch, this boy has caused trouble at Zhu Rong Peak, are you going to cover for him?" Dong Yanghua asked solemnly.

As his words fell, a sudden 'boom' sound erupted from the ruins of the Observatory.

Everyone was startled, and it was Yu Yongchang who burst out, his face covered in dust and blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

Wei Xuewen, Huang Yutang, and Gu Xingchao of the Wushen Lineage also hurried over, shocked at the scene at Zhu Rong Peak!

Seeing Yu Yongchang emerging from the ruins particularly sent chills down their spines, and they simultaneously looked towards the young man in the center of the arena.

"Could it be, the boy the Saintess brought back?" The three looked at each other in dismay.

They couldn't think of anyone else at Zhu Rong Peak who would conflict with Yu Yongchang, apart from the guy the rumors said the Saintess had brought back. They really couldn't think of anyone else!

But could this guy really be that formidable? Even Yu Yongchang was soundly beaten?