47: Yang Lingchen

In the blink of an eye, Dongfang Jie launched over a hundred wild attacks, yet Luo Hao still defended against them flawlessly.

At this moment, Dongfang Jie's offensive had gradually slowed down; the prolonged barrage had left him somewhat exhausted.

Just as Dongfang Jie's offensive slowed, Luo Hao suddenly launched a counterattack, slamming a swift palm strike into Dongfang Jie's chest and sending him flying backward.

Pfft.

Dongfang Jie fell to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. Lin Yurou hurriedly stepped forward to help him up.

"Heavenly Origin Palace Disciples are nothing more than this." Luo Hao sneered before haughtily retreating back to the Rakshasa Palace.

"I am Feng Zigong from the Diyin Sect. I heard that Heavenly Origin Palace has a young Genius who can fight across several Realms. I wonder if he dares to come up and offer some pointers?" Feng Zigong looked provocatively at Yang Lingchen.

At this moment, the other factions present seemed to realize that these Sects were targeting Heavenly Origin Palace.

However, no one cared about this, because the strength of Heavenly Origin Palace's younger generation had always been at the bottom among the twelve major factions. The principle that one must take a beating if one is behind holds true everywhere.

Being stepped on like this was not something Yang Lingchen would tolerate. He gripped his heaven-reaching staff with both hands, slowly stood up, and walked into the arena with an upright posture.

"Yang Lingchen, go for it! Bash him to death!"

Just then, a pleasant voice drifted over from the direction of Sword Origin Pavilion.

Yang Lingchen turned his head to look and saw the stunningly beautiful figure of Nangong Yan standing in the direction of Sword Origin Pavilion, watching him with a sweet smile on her lips.

Yang Lingchen winked at Nangong Yan, flashing a smile that carried a hint of lethal charm.

Instantly, Nangong Yan's heart rate accelerated, and she felt as if she had been electrocuted. She thought to herself, "How is this bastard getting even more handsome the more I look at him?"

"Yaner, do you know this kid?" Seeing his daughter's lovestruck expression, Nangong Ting frowned and asked.

"His name is Yang Lingchen, and he is your son-in-law," Nangong Yan replied.

"Cough, cough... My son-in-law? How come I don't know about this?" Nangong Ting looked at his daughter, completely bewildered.

"Well, don't you know now?" Nangong Yan said with a pretty smile.

"Nonsense! He is merely a kid at the third layer of the Void Seeking Realm; how could he possibly be worthy of Nangong Ting's daughter?" Nangong Ting scolded.

"Father, Yang Lingchen is very capable. If you don't believe me, let's make a bet," Nangong Yan smiled.

"What kind of bet?" Nangong Ting asked.

"If Yang Lingchen can defeat that Feng Zigong, will you agree to let me marry him?" Nangong Yan said coquettishly.

"Him, defeat Feng Zigong? Yaner, are you sure you aren't joking?" Nangong Ting didn't believe Yang Lingchen could win. After all, Yang Lingchen was only at the third layer of the Void Seeking Realm, while Feng Zigong was already at the Peak of the ninth layer of the Void Seeking Realm; the gap between them was obvious.

"Hmph, Father, do you dare to bet or not?" Nangong Yan asked.

"What if you lose?" Nangong Ting stroked his beard and asked.

"If I lose, then my future marriage affairs will be entirely up to you, Father," Nangong Yan said.

"Fine, I accept this bet," Nangong Ting laughed.

At this moment, Feng Zigong in the arena revealed a cruel smile and said coldly, "Kid, you killed my cousin. In this Grand Competition, you are definitely going to die. Today, I'll just give you a little lesson first."

"Yang Lingchen, if you lose, This Young Lady will not let you off!" Nangong Yan shouted loudly.

Yang Lingchen turned to the side and gave Nangong Yan a reassuring gesture, then, without warning, he swung his staff fiercely at Feng Zigong.

Bang!

Feng Zigong was sent flying backward by Yang Lingchen's strike.

It was mainly because Yang Lingchen's Movement Technique was incredibly fast, and coupled with the fact that Feng Zigong was completely caught off guard, he was taken by surprise.

Yang Lingchen's figure followed like a shadow, and in an instant, he rushed forward again, launching another storm of wild strikes.

However, he controlled his strength well, so as not to injure the opponent too severely.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang..."

"Ahhh, ahhh..."

Feng Zigong let out a series of miserable screams. In less than a moment, Feng Zigong had been beaten into a pig's head.

At this moment, Yang Lingchen directly snatched the Storage Ring off the opponent and then kicked him toward the direction of the Diyin Sect.

"How bold! To publicly rob a Disciple of my Diyin Sect of his Storage Ring!" The Diyin Sect Leader, Feng Wuji, shouted angrily.

"This Senior from the Diyin Sect, this is my loot. If you are not satisfied, you can try to take it back. My storage ring is right here too," Yang Lingchen said provocatively.

Arrogant, too arrogant.

Everyone at the scene was shocked!

A third layer Void Seeking Realm cultivator had actually beaten a Peak Void Seeking Realm cultivator into a state of having no power to fight back, and even directly robbed him of his storage ring.

Dongfang Yunbing was also very shocked at this moment.

"Sister Yanyun, Junior Brother Lingchen's staff technique is just too cool!" Lin Yurou looked at Yang Lingchen with admiration.

"Yay! Father, I won!" Nangong Yan said excitedly.

"Cough, cough... This round doesn't count; this kid clearly launched a sneak attack. Unless he can win another match," Nangong Ting laughed.

At this, the Diyin Sect Leader's face turned extremely gloomy. He turned to look at a young man beside him and said coldly, "Zijun, go up and deal with him."

"Yes, Father."

Feng Zijun walked out with a sharp gaze, the aura of the Entering Profound Realm emanating from his body.

"Kid, you have quite a lot of nerve, daring to provoke my Diyin Sect," Feng Zijun said coldly.

"Did you bring a storage ring? If you didn't, I don't have time to play with you," Yang Lingchen laughed.

"You don't know what's good for you."

Feng Zijun immediately slashed his sword at Yang Lingchen with great speed; he didn't want to give Yang Lingchen any chance to launch a sneak attack.

Yang Lingchen was not to be outdone and also rushed up, swinging his staff.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

For a time, the two fought for seven or eight rounds.

And Yang Lingchen was like a madman, his heaven-reaching staff smashing down with increasing ferocity.

At first, Feng Zijun could barely hold his ground, but gradually, he was smashed by Yang Lingchen until he retreated repeatedly.

If Yang Lingchen hadn't shown mercy, Feng Zijun wouldn't know how many times he would have died by now.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."

After a few more moves, Feng Zijun couldn't hold on any longer. He was knocked down by a strike from Yang Lingchen, and immediately after, he was subjected to a wild beating by Yang Lingchen. His entire body was beaten until it was swollen, looking like a big fat man who had gained a layer of weight.

This... this is too exaggerated!

At this moment, everyone, including Prince Zhou Yuxiang, was shocked by Yang Lingchen's Combat Power.

"Father, do you have anything else to say this time?" Nangong Yan laughed.

"How about we let him have a match with your brother and see?" Nangong Ting suggested.

"Nangong Ting, do you want me to pull out all your beard, believe it or not?" Nangong Yan scolded coquettishly.

"Don't, don't! I am very satisfied with this son-in-law," Nangong Ting laughed.

"That's more like it. Can a man that your daughter fancies be bad?" Nangong Yan said.

On Yang Lingchen's side, he once again forcefully snatched the storage ring off Feng Zijun's hand.

"Many thanks for the generous gift, Diyin Sect. If you are not satisfied, you are welcome to come and find me."

After Yang Lingchen finished speaking, he walked toward the Rakshasa Palace. He sneered, "I wonder if there are any men in the Rakshasa Palace who dare to come up and fight."

"Palace Master Yunbing, whose Disciple is this kid from your Heavenly Origin Palace? His Cross-Rank Challenge ability is actually this Heaven-Defying," Zhou Yuxiang asked.

"Chener is my Disciple," Dongfang Yunbing said indifferently.

"So it is Palace Master Yunbing's Disciple; no wonder his strength is so Heaven-Defying," Zhou Yuxiang laughed.

At this moment, a tall and elegant beauty walked out from the Rakshasa Palace. She had skin as white as jade and a face that did not lose to Ling Yanyun, but her eyes carried a hint of coldness, making people only able to watch from afar, not daring to approach.