People in Doupo: The beginning of the game intercepts the rich woman Xun'er

Qingyan's eyes, which had been trembling violently with shock and anger, were now fixed on what was in front of her.

Two figures slowly solidified from the depths of the distorted void, their outlines gradually becoming clearer, as if they had stepped into this war-torn world from another dimension.

The visitors were an old man and a young man.

The young man was handsome and refined, with a face like jade. His elegant robe accentuated his tall and slender figure, and he seemed to be naturally surrounded by a noble air that was untouched by worldly dust.

A faint, almost playful smile played on his lips, his eyes calm and undisturbed, as if the scene of fierce fighting and blood-stained skies before him was nothing more than dust drifting by on the roadside, failing to disturb his composed state of mind in the slightest.

The old man beside the young man, though his face was etched with the wrinkles of time, had eyes as sharp as a hawk's, as if they could pierce through layers of void barriers.

A powerful aura surged forth from his body, spreading out without reservation, carrying an undeniable domineering presence and a hidden explosive force, as if brewing a thunderous roar, ready to unleash terrifying power capable of destroying the world at any moment.

The two stood quietly in the void, their seemingly casual postures resembling an invisible mountain that stretched across the heavens and earth, firmly and mercilessly blocking Qingyan's only path to the depths of Dragon Island.

A heavy pressure instantly enveloped Qing Yan's heart, causing his heart to involuntarily clench.

Qing Yan's heart skipped a beat. Almost instinctively, he activated his senses, transforming them into an invisible giant net that instantly enveloped the two people.

The moment Qing Yan touched the old man's undisguised and powerful aura, his perception struck an indestructible barrier, producing a silent thud—a Saint-level pressure!
Clearly, this old man's cultivation had already broken through the Dou Zun realm. Moreover, this kind of feeling was not something that one could only have when first entering this realm. His aura was as deep and condensed as an abyss, indicating that he had been immersed in the Half-Saint realm for many years. His profound foundation was enough to make people's hearts tremble with fear.

However, when his senses touched the young man, Qingyan's brows suddenly furrowed.

The young man's aura was eerily calm, without the slightest ripple. If Qing Yan hadn't seen him standing still in the void with her own eyes, she would have almost ignored him based on her perception alone, as if he had completely merged with this distorted void.

This understated composure, so effortless yet so restrained, sent a chill down Qingyan's spine compared to the old man's outward domineering manner.

He knew perfectly well that this was no ordinary concealment technique.

Only when the gap in strength reaches an insurmountable chasm will this terrible situation of "seeing without seeing and feeling without being aware" occur.

"Who exactly are these two old men, and what is the cultivation level of this young man...?" Qing Yan swallowed hard, his eyes filled with apprehension as he looked at the young man.

Such unfathomable ability to conceal oneself means that the opponent's strength is probably far beyond one's imagination, and the potential threat of this opponent actually overshadows the conspicuous semi-saint elder beside one's body.

Upon thinking of this, the restless fighting spirit within him, which had been agitated by the forced breakthrough, involuntarily subsided somewhat. His gaze swept rapidly between the two, his heart already churning with turbulent waves.

However, considering the urgency of the mission and the powerful forces of Beilong Island behind him, Qingyan forcibly suppressed the turbulent emotions surging in his heart and forced a calm expression onto his face.

His gaze swept quickly across their faces, his tone as calm as possible, even somewhat polite:

"My apologies, my two friends. I am Qingyan, an elder of the Northern Dragon Island of the Ancient Dragon Clan of Taixu. I have come to Eastern Dragon Island on the orders of my island's Dragon King to invite an important member to return to the clan. However, due to a slight misunderstanding with Eastern Dragon Island, a conflict has arisen, which has forced me to take this forceful intrusion. I hope you two will not take offense and will not obstruct our journey."

At this point, he abruptly stopped, the forced politeness on his face instantly melting away like ice and snow, replaced by a sinister sneer, the threat seeping out undisguised, and his tone turning icy:
"Otherwise... even if you two have profound cultivation, the might of the Dragon King of North Dragon Island is not something that anyone can withstand. If you displease the Dragon King, I'm afraid... you two won't get away with it."

Before he finished speaking, he stared intently at the two people who had suddenly appeared, watching their reactions closely. He clearly intended to use the Dragon King of North Dragon Island to intimidate them and force them to back down.

However, the underlying confidence in that gaze, which seemed forced, appeared somewhat lacking.

Qing Yan's attempt to distort the truth and confuse the public not only failed to ease the situation, but also drew a sneer from Xiao Ling and Mang Tianchi in unison.

There was no warmth in that laughter, only an increasingly intense chill. Clearly, both of them saw through the nonsense and decided to show Qingyan no more mercy.

"Nonsense nonsense!" Mang Tianchi laughed in fury, shouting first. His voice, like a thunderclap carrying rage, exploded in the distorted void, making the air vibrate.
"You bunch of cowardly, despicable, and shameless bastards, how dare you make a move on my students? Do you really think we, master and disciple, are made of clay?"

The already overwhelming aura emanating from him suddenly surged even higher, like an ancient beast utterly enraged. Even the void beneath his feet cracked like a spiderweb, groaning under the immense pressure.
"I have roamed this Dou Qi Continent for hundreds of years, and I have never truly sparred with you self-proclaimed noble Ancient Void Dragons! Since we have run into each other today, that's perfect! Let me show you my skills, and also let me stretch these old bones!"

Before he finished speaking, the crack in the void beneath his feet suddenly widened, clearly indicating that he was truly enraged and would likely make a move at any moment.

Xiao Ling, standing to the side, remained calm and focused, his sharp gaze fixed on the scene like that of a hawk, without immediately intervening.

With the hot-tempered Dean Mang Tianchi taking action, the current situation is enough to deter the other side.

Since the dean intended to take this opportunity to "stretch his muscles," he, as the "student," was naturally happy to observe from the sidelines, to see just how capable this elder from the Northern Dragon Island of the Ancient Dragon Clan was, and to take this opportunity to probe the other party's background.

"According to what you're saying," Qingyan's face instantly turned ashen, extremely ugly, and the threat in his tone was as cold as a physical tangible threat.

"So you intend to become enemies with my Northern Dragon Island, and even the entire Ancient Dragon Clan of the Void? Hmph, you will pay a terrible price for your foolish decision today! The cultivation of His Majesty the Dragon King of Northern Dragon Island..."

Before he could finish speaking, before he could even fully express the awe-inspiring title of the Dragon King of North Dragon Island, Mang Tianchi was already consumed by rage, unable to contain his violent rage. His figure blurred, transforming into a blur that tore through the void, and at the same time, a deafening roar erupted, brutally interrupting him: "I don't care about your Dragon King cultivation level! Even if he were standing right in front of me, I would still beat him without hesitation!"

"I have been rampaging across this Dou Qi Continent for hundreds of years, and I have never been afraid of anyone!" His roar still echoed in the void, but his figure was already like a meteor burning with endless rage, so fast that it seemed as if he had forcibly compressed and pierced through space.

In the blink of an eye, he had already traversed the void, appearing like a ghost to Qing Yan's side! On that fist, the boundless battle qi rolled and condensed like boiling, surging thunder, emitting a muffled buzzing sound, and with a sharp shriek that tore through the air, it slammed fiercely and ruthlessly toward Qing Yan's unprepared face!
This sudden attack caught Qingyan completely off guard. He didn't even have time to adjust his posture. Just like when he dealt with the lightning bolt before, he instinctively stretched his hands forward, and his fighting spirit surged out wildly without reservation, condensing into a thick blue fighting spirit barrier in front of him, trying to withstand the attack.

However, the gap between a Dou Zun and a Ban Sheng is indeed as vast as an insurmountable chasm.

Although Qing Yan was already at the peak of Dou Zun, only one step away from becoming a half-saint, in front of Mang Tian Chi, who had truly stepped into the realm of half-saint, this difference was enough to determine life and death.

"Oh!"

The moment the fist collided with the barrier, the seemingly solid cyan barrier couldn't even hold for a single breath before shattering into countless points of light, like glass struck by a heavy hammer.

The powerful and violent force of the punch continued unabated, striking Qingyan's chest without any obstruction.

"puff--"

As if struck by a heavy hammer, Qingyan was sent flying backward in a sorry state, like a kite with a broken string, without even being able to utter a scream.

Blood gushed from his mouth, staining his chest with crimson blood. His breathing became erratic, as if he might stop breathing at any moment.

Watching Qingyan fly away like a rag doll, unable to withstand even a single move from him, Mang Tianchi clicked his tongue, a hint of surprise on his face. He then muttered under his breath, his tone full of mockery and disdain:

"Hmph, is this all the peak Dou Zun is capable of? Fighting him is really no fun... No, no, I need to find someone stronger to spar with me, that would be truly satisfying!"

Before he could finish speaking, he seemed unsatisfied and casually struck out with his palm. A surge of powerful battle qi suddenly gathered and compressed in his palm, instantly condensing into a massive palm print covered in ferocious lightning patterns. Crackling lightning danced and surged across its surface, carrying a destructive aura as it struck towards Qing Yan, who was still somewhat disoriented from the previous impact.

Qingyan was already dizzy and disoriented from that punch, his blood and qi were churning and he was having trouble breathing. Now, facing this thunderous palm print, the last thought of resistance in his eyes was extinguished. He even lost all the strength to raise his hand. He could only watch helplessly and desperately as the palm print, crackling with lightning, crashed down on him with a heart-palpitating howl.

"Oh!"

With a dull thud, the palm print landed solidly on his chest. Qing Yan spat out another mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. The battle qi that he had painstakingly gathered in his body instantly dissipated like a tidal wave. All the power in his body seemed to be drained in an instant. His body was no longer under his control. Like a kite without a string, he fell limply and lifelessly into the void below, completely losing all ability to move.

Of course, this was not the result of Mang Tianchi's full strength. He only struck casually, deliberately holding back seven-tenths of his power, with the aim of completely crippling Qing Yan's combat ability, but not killing him.

After all, he had vaguely heard Xiao Ling and Zhu Li mention the current situation before; this matter was ultimately an internal conflict within Dragon Island. The final decision on how to deal with these people should be left to East Dragon Island itself.

Mang Tianchi slowly withdrew his palm, casually glanced at Qing Yan who was rapidly falling downwards like a dead dog, pursed his lips, and showed a clear dissatisfaction on his face, obviously feeling that this fight was not satisfying.

Having dealt with Qingyan, Mang Tianchi casually glanced at the other end of the battlefield and happened to catch a glimpse of Elder Zhuli and Manyan locked in fierce combat.

The two exchanged blows, their fists and claws striking each other, the booming sounds of their clashing battle energies ringing out endlessly. Each contact caused the void in front of them to tremble, and the fierce and violent aura they exuded piqued the interest of Mang Tianchi, who had initially found the fight unsatisfying.

He didn't even bother to greet anyone; with a flicker of his body, he swept away like a blurry shadow.

During the journey, his fighting spirit surged and compressed suddenly, and a ball of crackling, arcing lightning instantly condensed at his fingertips. The blue-purple lightning was particularly dazzling in the dim void.

At this moment, Manyan was locked in a fierce battle with Zhuli. The purplish-black energy on his dragon claws was surging wildly as he gathered all his strength to launch a powerful attack. Suddenly, he felt an unusually sharp and chilling lightning-attribute energy break through the air and strike him directly in the back of the head!

"Razer Dance!"

Mang Tianchi let out a low shout, and the ball of lightning exploded almost instantly, transforming into several purple lightning snakes as thick as bowls and twisting and turning!

With sharp, piercing shrieks that seemed to tear through the void, they moved nimbly through the turbulent energy currents, their target clearly aimed at Man Yan's seemingly unguarded back! Their speed and precision were so fast that it was almost impossible for anyone to react!
Man Yan, who was locked in combat with Zhu Li, suddenly felt a sharp pain on the scales on the back of his neck. He was startled to realize that a fierce attack was coming from behind. However, the attack was too fast, and with Zhu Li holding him back tightly, he had no time to turn around and block. He could only twist his body to dodge.

"Hey!"

The lightning bolt grazed his arm, not causing any vital injury, but it still sent sparks flying and left a burnt smell. Using the force of the impact, Man Yan staggered back several hundred feet, barely managing to avoid the subsequent attacks.

Before he could regain his footing and see who his attacker was, a wild laugh exploded in his ears like a thunderclap:

"Haha! A half-saint level Ancient Void Dragon? This is just what I'm looking for! That guy was too weak before, now it's your turn to spar with me!"

Man Yan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a figure already standing beside Zhu Li. It was Mang Tian Chi, who had just dealt with Qing Yan.

Arcs of lightning crackled around the opponent, his eyes gleaming with eager fighting spirit; clearly, he considered him a new opponent. (End of Chapter)