Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

As soon as Yang Xuan's voice faded, Yang Xinyi's sword pierced through the air and was immediately blocked by the defensive array in front of Yang Xuan.    

A sneak attack!    

Looking at the playful smile in Yang Xuan's eyes, Yang Xinyi couldn't help but blush. He gritted his teeth and stabbed again.    

People like him would definitely look down on sneak attacks, but for some reason, he suddenly felt a sense of crisis in his heart. He couldn't help but want to strike first and gain the upper hand.    

Yang Xuan smiled coldly. He didn't retreat or give way. He threw a punch at Yang Xinyi's sword.    

A golden light lit up on his fist. Immediately after that, a dragon's roar was heard from Yang Xuan's body, causing Yang Xinyi's heart to skip a beat.    

In the next moment, the tip of the sword was broken.    

"This... How is this possible? This is a middle-grade spiritual treasure that the Old Ancestor personally forged for me!"    

"Hehe, these fists of mine are not any weaker than your spiritual treasure."    

Without the support of a large amount of resources, Yang Xuan would not be able to obtain any good treasures. However, he had refined his fists into treasures.    

With the support of the Dragon Soul Spell, the toughness of his fists was comparable to that of a meteorite. It even seemed to have a slight edge over it.    

Yang Xinyi's spirit sword was only mixed with a small amount of meteoric iron. How could it be compared to Yang Xuan?    

Immediately after, Yang Xuan punched out a phantom image of a fist, forcing Yang Xinyi away, and then summoned the Yin Yang Pan.    

"The Heavenly Thunder Formation was soft just now, right? Why don't you try it again?"    

As soon as his voice faded, the dark clouds in the sky gathered once again. Countless lightning bolts flashed within, followed by a loud rumbling sound, and countless heavenly lightning bolts fell from the sky.    

This time, it didn't matter whether it was in terms of quantity or power, it was much more violent than what Yang Xuan had used previously.    

As for the reason, it was naturally because Yang Xuan's cultivation base had skyrocketed. With the enhancement of the Spiritual Force, the formation's power naturally rose along with it.    

Yang Xinyi didn't give up. He used the same trick again. He waved out countless Sword Qi in his hand, wanting to fight against the divine lightning in the sky.    

But this time, the Sword Qi didn't even manage to slow down the falling divine lightning. It exploded in the air as soon as it came into contact with the divine lightning.    

Immediately after that, the divine lightning gathered above Yang Xinyi's head as if it had eyes. It fell down with a rumbling sound. It was as big as a bucket, and Yang Xinyi was submerged in the lightning.    

"No!"    

Patriarch of the Yang family shouted angrily when he saw this scene. He was about to stop the competition when an old man slowly appeared in the void.    

A trace of fear appeared on Patriarch of the Yang family's face when he saw this old man. Then, he hurriedly said, "Elder Zhou, why are you here?"    

Patriarch of the Yang family was a man who had lived for hundreds of years, but now he had to address this old man with such respect. The age of this old man was beyond his estimation.    

Elder Zhou touched his beard with a smile and said, "Smart. This is a matter between the younger generation. With your seniority, it's better that you don't interfere."    

If it was anyone else who said this, Patriarch of the Yang family could totally say that he didn't need to worry about other people's affairs. However, he couldn't say it out loud in front of Elder Zhou.    

The meaning behind Elder Zhou's words of favoritism towards Yang Xuan was very clear. Otherwise, he wouldn't have waited until now to appear. Instead, he would have made his move a long time ago.    

What kind of good luck did this brat have? Why did all these big shots come at him one after another?    

Patriarch of the Yang family smiled bitterly, then clasped his hands and said, "Since Elder Zhou said so, I'll just watch."    

Elder Zhou nodded his head in satisfaction. "Haha, that's good."    

Both of them looked at the battlefield at the same time. The lightning had slowly dissipated, and the result of the battle would soon be determined.    

Outside of everyone else, Yang Xinyi was still standing on the same spot. His body was clearly trembling, but he still didn't fall down.    

"I refuse to accept this... I refuse to accept this... Why can a country bumpkin like you defeat me..."    

"Because you're just a flower that hasn't experienced the wind and rain."    

Yang Xuan said coldly. He jumped off Little Black's body and walked towards Yang Xinyi step by step.    

"Your Sword Qi is so powerful, and your techniques have changed so much. However, you only used some ordinary techniques. It's not practical at all... It's enough to use it in a fight, but it's still far from enough to save your life."    

As Yang Xuan said this, he seemed to see the many battles he had gone through. Whether it was the Myriad Spirit Sect's secret realm or the escape outside the teleportation formation... Every time, he would wander between life and death situations, and if he wasn't careful, he would fall into a bottomless abyss.    

Under such an environment, Yang Xuan's speed of growth was incomparably fast. Not only did his cultivation base rise, but he had also embarked on a unique path in both body refinement and formation.    

Although Yang Xinyi had unparalleled talent in the sword and powerful resources to support him, he had been in the capital since he was young. In his eyes, the world couldn't surpass this prosperous capital. Compared to Yang Xuan, his life was simply too blissful.    

One. One was a young man who had escaped death countless times, while the other was a flower in a greenhouse with countless resources. At the same realm, Yang Xuan did not even bother to look at him.    

Hearing Yang Xuan's words, Yang Xinyi's eyes gradually became moist. He had been used to being arrogant since he was young, and he had never tasted failure in his life. However, he had experienced it twice on Yang Xuan.    

The girl he had taken a fancy to had fallen in love with Yang Xuan, and the battle that he was proud of had also lost to Yang Xuan.    

Why did this happen? It shouldn't have happened...    

Yang Xuan couldn't help but sigh when he saw that Yang Xinyi's tears were only filled with anger and had no intention of repenting.    

"Ai, you are really hopeless."    

After saying that, Yang Xuan stretched out a finger and lightly flicked at him. Yang Xinyi immediately flew out of the middle area and landed outside the competition field.    

At the same time, the incense that Patriarch of the Yang family lit had reached the end.    

After the competition ended, Yang Xuan won.    

The entire grandstand was silent for a moment, and then a burst of cheers erupted. The scene that everyone wanted to see the most had finally appeared.    

Especially Yang Dingshan and Yang Ding'en. Both of their faces had turned red from shouting. They looked at each other for some reason. The two old men couldn't help but laugh happily.    

In such a situation, although Patriarch of the Yang family felt sorry for Yang Xinyi, he couldn't help but stand out.    

"I hereby announce that Yang Xuan has won this competition. Three days later, the Qingzhou City will return to the capital and the main family will be demoted to the Qingzhou City!"    

The moment Yang Xuan heard this, he shifted his gaze to the spectating platform. Tears were flowing down Yang Dingshan's face.    

This was originally the main family. Back then, they had suffered a crushing defeat in the Family Competition and were exiled to the Qingzhou City. Now, they had finally returned in such a glorious manner. This was undoubtedly the result that Yang Dingshan wanted to see the most every day and night.    

"Father, Wu Qi, did you see that? Xuan has won. We can come back now..."    

Yang Dingshan muttered to himself. The disciples of Qingzhou City who were covered in wounds behind him were already crying.    

"No! The patriarch of Yang family is me!"    

In the crowd, a heart-wrenching cry was heard.