"Oh? Since you can't give me an explanation, then I'll come and demand one myself!" Hearing Nangong Ao's words, Han Feng stopped wasting words.
Just as Nangong Ao was about to say something more, he felt a faint blue light flash before his eyes.
Before anyone could react, Nangong Ao's sword-wielding hand fell to the ground.
Han Feng's attack was so fast that even Nangong Wentian didn't have time to react.
"Ah~!" Nangong Ao let out a pig-like scream. Not only Nangong Ao, but even the Liu family members were shocked by Han Feng's swift and decisive methods.
\"ah--!\"
Nangong Ao's screams echoed in the Liu family hall, blood gushing from his severed arm, staining the bluestone floor a glaring crimson.
The soft sword that had once been pointed at Han Feng and Liu Mengran clattered to the ground, its blade reflecting Nangong Ao's distorted face.
The entire hall was completely silent; even Old Master Liu's beard stood on end in surprise.
The old man, who was at the late stage of the Acquired Realm, had his pupils constricted in horror—with his cultivation level, he hadn't seen how Han Feng made his move at all! The pale blue light was faster than the naked eye could perceive, as if space itself had been sliced open in an instant.
"Good! Good! Good!"
Nangong Wentian uttered three words in succession, each one seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth. A crimson aura suddenly surged around him, and the stone slabs beneath his feet cracked. "You little beast, since you struck first, today I will make you wish you were dead!"
Before the words were even finished, a crimson light pierced through the air! The pressure of the Innate Realm cultivator was like a mountain collapsing; the lower-level Liu family members in the hall were directly shocked, blood gushing from their mouths and noses. Wherever the crimson light passed, the air distorted and simmered—it was none other than the killing move of the Nangong family's ultimate technique, the "Crimson Sun Skill"—the Heart-Burning Palm!
Han Feng's eyes sharpened. Liu Mengran was right behind him, and he didn't retreat an inch. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, and the power of the stars within his body surged wildly.
"Starlight Armor!"
"Buzz—"
Countless azure starlight burst forth from Han Feng's pores, instantly condensing into a translucent armor on his body. The armor was adorned with galaxy-like patterns, and the Big Dipper pattern on his chest shone brightly. This was the defensive technique he had mastered during his death struggle with the energy entity in the Tower of Babel.
\"boom!\"
The crimson palm strike slammed heavily onto the starlight armor, unleashing a deafening roar. A blinding light erupted from the point where the two energies intersected, and the shockwave sent surrounding tables and chairs flying. Han Feng's feet carved two deep gashes into the ground, and he staggered back seven steps before regaining his footing, but the armor remained unbroken!
"What?!" Nangong Wentian's eyelids twitched violently. Eighty percent of the force he unleashed in anger had actually been taken by a mere Acquired Realm youth? This completely shattered his understanding!
Grandpa Liu was so shocked that he took a half-step back. As a half-step Innate Realm expert, he knew better than anyone what cross-realm battles meant—it was like an ant trying to shake a tree! Yet this young man had not only managed to shake it, but had also emerged unscathed!
"Father! Kill him! Kill them all!" Nangong Ao roared, curled up on the ground, blood still flowing warmly from his severed arm.
Nangong Wentian's eyes flashed with killing intent, his palms turning crimson like branding irons: "You're skilled enough to withstand one move, but try taking my 'Crimson Sun Burning Heaven' at full power!"
The temperature in the hall suddenly soared. Three illusory suns materialized above Nangong Wentian's head, and the terrifying heatwave caused the calligraphy and paintings treasured by the Liu family to spontaneously combust. Liu Mengran's face turned deathly pale, yet she stubbornly gripped Han Feng's sleeve: "Be careful..."
Just as Han Feng was about to fight with all his might, a clear and melodious voice suddenly came from outside the door:
"Stop it, everyone."
The sound wasn't loud, yet it pierced the sweltering air like a clear spring. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young man in a moon-white robe standing with his hands behind his back. His features were exquisite, a jade flute hung at his waist, and he exuded an air of otherworldly refinement.
"You are Dongfang Xun?" Nangong Wentian slightly withdrew his palm strike, his brows furrowing. "Does your Dongfang family intend to interfere in today's events?"
Upon hearing Nangong Wentian call out the name of the man in front of him, Han Feng thought of the information about ancient martial arts families, specifically the Dongfang family!
Why would the three top ancient martial arts families in China send people here?
At this moment, the man called Dongfang Xun slowly entered, and the restless fire-attribute energy in his path subsided on its own. He first bowed to Old Master Liu, then nodded to Han Feng, and finally looked at Nangong Wentian:
"Patriarch Nangong, your son's severed arm can be reattached with timely medical treatment, but if the fighting continues..." He glanced meaningfully at the mess on the ground, "I'm afraid it won't be something that can be resolved with just one arm."
Nangong Wentian's expression was uncertain. As one of the three great ancient martial arts families, the attitude of the Dongfang family was of paramount importance. But what worried him even more was that Dongfang Xun's seemingly casual stance had precisely blocked all his attack routes.
"This lad injured my son first!" Nangong Wentian suppressed his anger, his crimson inner energy flickering like a venomous snake's tongue. "Nephew Dongfang, are you trying to interfere in the Nangong family's private affairs?"
"Private matters?" Dongfang Xun chuckled lightly, then suddenly stomped his foot on the ground. Instantly, dense blue patterns appeared on the bluestone slab—a fire-based array secretly set up by the Third Elder of the Nangong family. "To set up a fire explosion array in the Liu family's ancestral home, the Nangong family head certainly has a grand scheme."
Upon hearing this, Old Master Liu's expression changed, and he slammed his dragon-headed cane heavily on the ground. The Liu family guards, hidden throughout the courtyard, instantly appeared, and the sound of swords being drawn filled the air.
Dongfang Xun waved his hand dismissively: "I have already learned the whole story of today's events." He spoke to Nangong Wentian with a mocking expression, "The Nangong family seized the Liu family's cultivation stone first, and now they're forcibly arranging a marriage." His tone grew colder, "If I were this Brother Han..."
Before he could finish speaking, Dongfang Xun suddenly vanished from his spot. Nangong Wentian retreated three steps, only to see a streak of green light pressed against Nangong Ao's throat—Nangong Ao, who should have been lying on a stretcher, was now being held in Dongfang Xun's hand, blood seeping through the gauze bandage on his severed arm.
"—It will directly extinguish the Nangong family's lineage." Dongfang Xun's voice rang in Nangong Wentian's ears at the same time, his warm breath brushing against his neck. The afterimage left behind had only just begun to dissipate.
The entire arena fell silent. Han Feng's pupils constricted sharply—this speed was even three points faster than when he unleashed his full Star Power!
Cold sweat beaded on Nangong Wentian's forehead. Dongfang Xun's "Azure Rainbow Shadow" technique had reached a state of perfection, but what was even more terrifying was the fighting spirit his opponent displayed. If it were a true life-or-death struggle, he, a mere Innate Realm cultivator, might not be able to gain the upper hand against this monstrous young man.
"The Dongfang family..." Nangong Wentian forced out the words through gritted teeth, "Are you really going to protect this brat today?"
Dongfang Xun released Nangong Ao, took out a snow-white handkerchief and wiped his hands: "It's not about protecting him, I just couldn't stand by and watch." He threw the dirty handkerchief at Nangong Yan, his smile not reaching his eyes, "Besides, has Patriarch Nangong forgotten that reclusive families are not allowed to participate in worldly affairs? Brother Han seems to be just a person from the world."
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