Martial arts have become extinct worldwide, yet I am forced to have a large family.

Everyone watched Yang Xian with expressions of anticipation, as if they were watching a good show.

Nobody thought he would walk out of that door peacefully today.

Just then, a clear, cold female voice suddenly rang in Yang Xian's ears.

"Give me your spot, and I'll take care of these people for you."

Yang Xian raised an eyebrow.

That sound...

Isn't that the purple-haired woman who tried to take his place?

Yang Xian glanced over there out of the corner of his eye.

In a corner not far away, the woman was leaning against a pillar, idly playing with a strand of her long purple hair.

The people around her didn't seem to hear her.

The other person's name seems to be... "Emperor Ye"?

Okay, that's a little bit cringey.

"Emperor Ye" noticed his gaze and glanced back with his cold eyes.

Her voice rang in Yang Xian's mind again, tinged with impatience.

"What are you looking at? One word: are you in or not?"

"Brother Yang, I'm talking to you!"

Tang Dao took a step forward, interrupting Yang Xian's thoughts.

One of his underlings sneered when he saw Yang Xian standing still.

"Brother Dao, has this guy been scared out of his wits by us?"

"Haha, I thought he was so tough, but he chickened out before the fight even started and was too scared to say a word."

"Don't scare him, I'm afraid he'll wet his pants!"

Hearing his underlings' laughter and seeing Yang Xian's "dull" expression, Tang Dao silently shook his head in his heart.

I thought he was a man.

I need to at least have a go at it with myself.

It seems I misjudged him...

"It's your own good to be sensible and come with us, so that we can all save face."

"Or... should we guys help you save face?"

Tang Dao snorted coldly.

The burly men around him also moved closer, each one rubbing their fists together, creating a very oppressive atmosphere.

Yang Xian finally turned his gaze away from "Emperor Ye".

He glanced at Tang Dao, his expression casual.

"Sorry, I got distracted just now. Where were we?"

Upon hearing this, a chorus of sneers immediately erupted from those around him.

"Are you crazy! Even at this point, you still dare to daydream!"

"They're incredibly carefree! They don't even realize they're about to die!"

"He's from out of town; he has no idea how terrifying Brother Dao's strength is!"

"Brother Dao is one of the top two peak second-realm martial artists in our G district!"

"It is said that in his early years, he unexpectedly obtained a mid-grade Xuan-level martial arts technique, and after cultivating it for more than ten years, his skills became unparalleled!"

Tang Dao smiled confidently:

"Brother Yang, since you treated me to drinks, I'll back down a bit more."

"If you can withstand three of my moves and apologize to my nephew, this matter will be over. How about it?"

Yang Xian shook his head. "Not good."

Tang Dao's face darkened completely: "Brother Yang, I know you're only at the mid-stage of the second realm! Asking you to apologize is already giving you a huge favor, don't push your luck!"

"Don't rush." ​​Yang Xian slowly stretched his muscles and bones, making a slight cracking sound.

"I also have a suggestion, Brother Dao, perhaps you could listen to it..."

He meditated in his heart.

system!

Help me improve my understanding of the "Thunder Prison Demon Suppression Technique"!

Let's upgrade it to level three first!

This martial arts technique, which was taken from the Jiang family, has been enhanced by the system and its grade has long since reached the lower level of the divine rank!

Its upper limit is even higher than that of the "Ice Soul Divine Technique"!

It's tens of thousands of times stronger than any mid-grade Xuan level!

Today, Yang Xian will test its power on this group of people.

Everyone looked at him curiously, wondering what other tricks the other party could pull.

Even "Emperor Ye" in the corner cast his gaze.

She wanted to see how this older man would break the deadlock.

[Ding! 4500 Emotion Points have been consumed!]

[Congratulations, host, on reaching the "Mastering" level of your comprehension of "Thunder Prison Demon Suppression Technique - Enhanced Edition"!]

[Current total points: 6900!]

In an instant!

"Sizzle—!"

Fine, silver arcs of electricity burst forth from Yang Xian's body, crackling all around him!

A pungent ozone smell filled the air.

The lights in the entire hall became dazzling as a result!

A terrifying flash of lightning streaked across the depths of Yang Xian's ordinary eyes!

"You...all of you, come at me together."

"If you can withstand three of my moves, I'll kowtow and admit my mistake right here and now!"

After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent!

Everyone stared wide-eyed.

Did I hear that right?!

He wants to take on Brother Dao and all of them by himself?

And... only three moves?!

mad!

That's absolutely outrageous!

In the corner, "Emperor Ye's" beautiful eyes suddenly narrowed.

What an overbearing lightning-type martial art!

The quality of this power was purer than any technique she had ever seen at the Martial Arts University!

Who exactly is he?

Is he a descendant of a reclusive family who has come out to gain experience?

Or is he a descendant of some old monster?

The most shocked person in the entire arena was Tang Dao, who faced this oppressive force head-on!

Wasn't he only at the mid-stage of the second realm?!

What is this terrifying energy fluctuation?

This power is something that even some martial artists at the third realm might not possess!

Did he already know I would come looking for him, so he deliberately gave me the wrong cultivation level to lure me in?!

Tang Dao braced himself, refusing to kneel down!

He had no idea that Yang Xian had never taken them seriously from the beginning.

His realm is a solid mid-stage of the second realm.

What's this about reporting an error?

"First move!"

Yang Xian didn't even use any complicated moves; he simply raised his hand and pushed forward.

"boom--!"

A visible bolt of lightning swept out like an angry dragon!

Tang Dao and the others didn't even have time to react before they were instantly engulfed by this violent force!

"ah--!"

Accompanied by the muffled sound of bones shattering and a piercing scream.

More than a dozen figures were sent flying backward, crashing through a bunch of tables and chairs before finally slamming heavily against the wall.

Tang Dao coughed up blood and became delirious.

He was closest to Yang Xian, and therefore suffered the most damage.

The entire hall fell silent instantly.

All that remained was the burnt smell that lingered in the air after the lightning flash.

Holy crap!

"One...one move?"

"Brother Dao and his team... they really lost like that?"

"What kind of martial art is that? It's terrifying!"

"This is the mid-stage of the second realm? You call this the mid-stage of the second realm?!"

"..."

No one expected that the seemingly disadvantaged uncle would turn the tide with just one move.

"No! No!!"

Behind the crowd, the blond-haired man's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

The scene before him was a hundred times more terrifying than what he had seen in the alley that afternoon!

Even my most proud martial arts uncle was instantly killed by the opponent!

At that moment, only one thought remained in Huang Mao's mind...

escape!

Get as far away as possible!

He scrambled to his feet, pushed through the crowd like a madman, and ran desperately outwards.

But the blond-haired man completely forgot that this "ugly old man," besides his terrifying strength...

And it has amazing speed!

Yang Xian looked at Tang Dao and the others lying on the ground, their fates unknown, and withdrew his hand.

"Can't even withstand one move?"

"This god-level martial art is even stronger than I imagined!"

His gaze shifted and landed on the figure fleeing through the crowd.

The next second, his figure faded away.

As the blond-haired man was running wildly, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine. A familiar, immense force struck him, kicking him hard to the ground!

He struggled to lift his head.

That ordinary-looking middle-aged man's face had appeared in front of him at some point, looking down at him.

"No! Don't come any closer!"

"I was wrong! I know I was wrong!"

"Don't hit me! No!!"

Huang Mao kept moving his body backward, begging Yang Xian for mercy.

Yang Xian walked over step by step, his voice indifferent.

"That line again."

"I remember, I already gave you a chance..."

"Right?"