"Who is it?"
Hearing this voice, Heartbroken Nangong's face turned cold. He saw the rolling celestial waves ahead surging violently, and several experts stepped out.
These experts wore Daoist robes embroidered with a large bird, as pitch-black, gloomy, and archaic as a crow, representing the incarnation of an archaic curse.
As soon as they stepped out, they looked at Heartbroken Nangong with provocative eyes, but they didn't even cast a straight glance at Fang Han, as if Fang Han was completely disregarded by them.
Among them, one expert flashed with the aura of an Emperor, holding his hands as if embracing the Taiji.
"I wondered who it was, so it is the people of the Ouyang Family."
Seeing the newcomers clearly, Heartbroken Nangong laughed heartily, but his tone was filled with killing intent, "Ouyang Family, it seems you have locked horns with our Nangong Family this time? Map Emperor! Ouyang Tu, let me see what qualifications you have to lead the Ouyang Family in a clash with our Nangong Family."
While speaking, Heartbroken Nangong directly struck. His aura oppressed, and a faint shadow appeared on his body, instantly becoming intense. This shadow, wearing armor, made a stroke in the air. Immediately, all origin energy condensed into a large bow. On the large bow, ten divine arrows aligned side by side. With a sudden quiver, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh… the ten arrows seemingly transformed into ten demonic dragons, carrying an archaic aura, and pounced toward the leader of the Ouyang Family.
Rip!
With just one quiver, the ten arrows tore apart the opponent's protective astral aura.
"The Unfeeling Arrow Dao! The realm of Lifespan Equivalent to the Heavens!"
Feeling the terror of the long arrows, Ouyang Tu instantly materialized numerous magic treasures around his body. With a grand roar, he waved his hands, forming series of dharma seals, finally barely managing to block the long arrows.
However, the localized phantom conjured by Heartbroken Nangong roared and howled. With rolling malicious thoughts on its body, it grabbed with a large hand, and a pair of pitch-black wings grew from its back, resembling the wings of a demon. That large hand, bolstered by black energy, pressed onto the long arrows. With a single quiver, a sound like popping beans immediately rang out, and the magic treasures on Ouyang Tu's body exploded one by one.
Blergh!
He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"Careful."
"You dare."
"Heartbroken Nangong, you have a lot of nerve, actually daring to strike here. This is the Heavenly Court, not your Nangong Family."
Several voices instantly transmitted from afar. Surprisingly, they were Emperors from the Ouyang Family and other families. A full three external reinforcements arrived behind Ouyang Tu.
They each attacked, opening their mouths and exhaling forcefully. Three streams of holy light shot out, instantly blocking Heartbroken Nangong's attack, and waves of powerful magic power fluctuations radiated outward.
"Hmph! The people of the Gongyang Family are here too. Before the disciples have even competed, do you want to have a grand battle with me first? The four of you, come at me together. Let me see just how formidable the people of your two great families are?"
Behind Heartbroken Nangong, another shadow manifested.
This shadow, however, was awe-inspiringly righteous. With palms pressed together, it moved slightly, like a white rainbow piercing the sun, with scriptures densely covering its entire body. It emanated a kind and beautiful aura, completely diametrically opposed to that evil shadow.
"You actually severed both the good and evil corpses!" The four great Emperors shuddered simultaneously and retreated repeatedly. They looked at Heartbroken Nangong with expressions of disbelief.
"Last year, you were just a Saint with weak magic power. How did you advance into an Emperor within a year, and even cultivate to the supreme realm of Lifespan Equivalent to the Heavens, becoming a half-step Heavenly Lord? Why is this?"
Ouyang Tu was incomparably shocked.
"Stop! Fighting is prohibited within the Heavenly Court." Many Heavenly Court guardians, armor-wearing Saints, rushed over from all directions.
Heartbroken Nangong smiled faintly and retracted the magic power on his body: "Wind Fate, these are the people of the Ouyang Family and the Gongyang Family. They have some minor conflicts with our Nangong Family, and today they took the opportunity to make trouble. What they didn't know is that I have cultivated to the realm of Lifespan Equivalent to the Heavens, so even if they join forces, it is to no avail."
"That is good." Fang Han nodded.
"Ouyang Tu, since you know I have cultivated to the realm of Lifespan Equivalent to the Heavens, you should know the formidability of this realm. Only the Patriarch of your Ouyang Family has the qualifications to speak with me. Now, roll out of the Yuque Cave Dwelling and let the disciples of our Nangong Family be stationed there." Heartbroken Nangong was exceedingly domineering, completely disregarding the guardian Saints of the Heavenly Court.
He knew that the status of the realm of Lifespan Equivalent to the Heavens was extremely high, equivalent to a Heavenly Lord candidate. Generally, the Heavenly Court was also unwilling to offend them too much. When encountering matters concerning such figures, they would usually turn a blind eye.
After all, only Heavenly Lords would bicker with figures of this caliber.
The people of the Ouyang Family and Gongyang Family looked at each other in dismay, knowing they had hit a massive snag this time. Yet, they were unwilling to just leave like this, losing face.
"Old Ancestor, it's him, no mistake, he is Wind Fate of the Yuhua Sect, fierce and wicked. He once secretly murdered a Supreme Elder of our Ouyang Family, Ouyang Chang."
Suddenly, among the Ouyang Family, a disciple shouted out.
"What? He is Wind Fate of the Yuhua Sect? The disciple of grand fortune who recently rose to sudden fame and obtained the corpse of the Heavenly Zen Buddha Emperor during the Blood Trial?"
Immediately, the gazes of the experts from both the Ouyang Family and Gongyang Family shot over, sizing Fang Han up and down, as if wanting to directly evaporate his body.
Fang Han's performance in the Blood Trial had already spread. Now, almost the experts of every sect knew of a person named "Wind Fate," who was a formidable rival to all the experts in this Heavenly Court Genius Battle.
However, the news of Fang Han killing the Treasure Saint, Sorrow Saint, and Illusion Saint had not been transmitted out, and naturally, the purging of the Yuhua Sect's Hua Family and the toppling of Heavenly Lord Hua's statue had not been transmitted either. Otherwise, these people probably wouldn't dare to stare at him so blatantly.
"Wind Fate? You are that genius disciple of the Yuhua Sect? That little demon who slaughtered the disciples of other sects wholesale during the Blood Trial? Leave that aside, the Blood Trial has the rules of the Blood Trial, but you killed a Supreme Elder of our Ouyang Family in the Hongqi Pavilion. What do you have to say for yourself?"
The eyes of Ouyang Tu of the Ouyang Family were sharp, "Where is your Headmaster Feather Emperor? Call him out to explain this matter clearly!"
Fang Han's heart stirred, and he finally remembered. Back when he was still a Golden Immortal, he went to the Hongqi Pavilion to buy Buddha Fat, encountered an arrogantly suicidal Ancestor Immortal named Ouyang Chang, and casually killed him.
Although the Hongqi Pavilion promised to keep this matter secret, paper cannot wrap fire, and it was bound to leak out.
Now, the aggrieved party had come knocking on the door.
"Our Headmaster Feather Emperor has gone to slay the Barbarian Race. For this trip, the Holy Sons of the Yuhua Sect are led by me. If there are any matters, you can negotiate with me. As for killing a Supreme Elder of your family, Ouyang Chang, there is such a matter. But it was Ouyang Chang who initiated the attack on me, screaming for my death at every turn, and even wanted to kill the numerous elders in the Hongqi Pavilion. Forced by circumstance, I had no choice but to strike and kill him; it was self-defense. If everyone does not believe it, you can contact the Hongqi Pavilion; they have the scenes from that day."
Fang Han was neither haughty nor humble; his voice was calm, and he felt not the slightest fear from the oppression of the Emperors.
This commotion drew more and more surrounding experts. Some people, seeing Fang Han so unhurried and composed, birthed apprehensions in their hearts, while some actually generated killing intent.
Such a person was a major threat to many disciples.
"The Yuhua Sect has produced this peerless genius; I'm afraid they are going to rise in the future."
"If this person doesn't die and continues to cultivate, it's possible for him to reach the realm of Lifespan Equivalent to the Heavens. At that time, the Yuhua Sect's strength will greatly increase."
"I heard he was in the Blood Trial? And had a grand fortuitous encounter?"
"Yes, all the treasures of the Heavenly Zen Buddha Emperor were collected by him. This disciple is going to rise."
"Not necessarily. Look at the people of the Ouyang Family; they seized the opportunity and are pressing fiercely. They definitely won't let him off. Also, the stupidest thing about the Yuhua Sect is that they actually didn't send an Utmost Immortal Emperor to protect the disciples. Don't they know that there will definitely be many schemes and assassinations in this Genius Battle? If a genius disciple dies, he can never be birthed again."
"Perhaps the people of the Yuhua Sect want to temper him."
"Ptui, what tempering? I think he was sent to die. I know a bit about the internal situation of the Yuhua Sect. The people of the Hua Family wouldn't allow such a genius disciple to emerge, so they blatantly sent him to die."
…
The numerous spectating experts discussed spiritedly. They knew that Fang Han would definitely face many conspiracies and calculation in this Genius Battle.
And right now, he was facing the pressure of the Ouyang Family.
"Junior, you finally admit to killing Ouyang Chang. As long as you admit it, that is fine. A life for a life is perfectly justified. Today I will capture you, and let your Yuhua Sect come to claim you."
An expert of the Saint level from the Ouyang Family spoke.
Suddenly, he flew out. With a sway of his body, he arrived in front of Fang Han. With lightning speed, he cleaved a palm out, grabbing the air, instantly turning the void upside down with flashes of lightning and rolls of thunder.
"Thunderous Strike."
This Saint cultivated the Great Dao of Thunder and had already condensed the Heavenly Heart Holy Realm of the thunder attribute. Striking out with one palm, it actually evolved into a sure-kill momentum.
"Courting death!" Fang Han snorted a sentence through his nose and swept his large sleeve. Bang! This Saint was as if struck by lightning, all his attacks completely disintegrating. In mid-air, he spewed a mouthful of fresh blood with a "Blergh!"
Fang Han casually grabbed, catching this Saint in his hand as if lifting a little chick: "The people of the Ouyang Family actually dare to sneak attack me like this? Those who offend me die immediately!"
"Bang!"
Roaring flames sprang up on his hand, and this Saint of the Ouyang Family immediately began to burn like a torch candle. His screams of agony tore through the silence of the Heavenly Court, transmitting outward, naturally letting everyone hear it.
"Audacious thief!"
With a loud bang, Ouyang Tu glared furiously. The majesty of an Emperor was triggered instantly. With a single step, his body forced its way in front of Fang Han, lifting his left palm and suppressing downward from the air.
"Map Emperor Seal."
The origin energy on his palm condensed into a large square seal, like an Emperor stamping a jade seal, possessing an imperishable power.
Not even looking, Fang Han's palm condensed into a dragon shape, transforming into the hand of the Ancestor Dragon. The aura of the heavens above trembled in the dragon claw. Streaks of myriad dragons' true energy surged competitively, interpreting the civilization of the Dragon Race to the fullest extreme. At this moment, he seemed like the founder of the Dragon Race, an old antique who had lived through multiple chaos epochs.
"Bo!"
As the two palms intersected, Ouyang Tu was震 (shocked/jolted) away. All the clothes on his body were torn apart by the dragon power, leaving him stark naked.