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Chapter 89 Qin Tian's death enrages the Yuan Sect!

Old Man Wan snorted coldly and glanced at him sideways: "Qing Xuanzi, stop talking nonsense. Your Sword Sect has its eye on this kid, don't think I don't know. That Song Tai guy has been trying to win him over these past few days, hasn't he?"

Qing Xuanzi stroked his beard, smiled without saying a word, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Liu Tong sat to the side, watching the argument with great interest, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. The black sun beside him, alternating between black and white, slowly rotated around him, emanating a chilling aura.

The beautiful woman from the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace remained silent, gazing quietly towards the east of the city, a complex emotion flashing across her eyes.

Not far behind them, two more figures were faintly visible, but they never approached.

Those were the leaders of the Divine Sect and the Talisman Valley. Both of them were talisman masters, only interested in geniuses with spiritual power. They were clearly not interested in the duel between Yuan power cultivators in front of them, and were just watching from afar as a pastime.

As for the Primordial Palace—

Qing Xuanzi glanced around and couldn't help but laugh, "Where's that old drunkard from the Primordial Palace? He didn't even come to this kind of excitement?"

Liu Tong said calmly, "I've had too much to drink, I can't come."

Upon hearing this, everyone shook their heads and chuckled.

As for the mysterious person in charge of the Dao Sect, the Deputy Hall Master of the Desolate Hall, Wu Dao, he had long since disappeared. Since arriving at the Hundred Dynasties Battlefield, he has been wandering around aimlessly, appearing and disappearing like a dragon, and no one can figure out what he is thinking.

The relationship between the major sects and the Daoist sect has always been lukewarm, so naturally no one paid attention to its whereabouts.

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward for a moment.

Seeing this, Liu Tong chuckled and smoothed things over, saying, "Alright, alright, let's all keep quiet. We'll find out how strong that kid is after we have a fight, won't we? Instead of arguing here, we'd be better off watching a good show."

He paused, then turned his gaze back to the east of the city, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "We'll see what they're made of once we take them out for a spin."

Old Man Wan glanced at him sideways, his tone tinged with a hint of probing: "Liu Tong, you seem to have a lot of faith in that kid from the Tianyuan Dynasty. I think that kid from the Immortal Dynasty is already at the peak of the Sixth Yuan Nirvana Realm. What makes you think that guy from the Tianyuan Dynasty can win?"

Upon hearing this, both Qing Xuanzi and the beautiful woman from the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace turned their gazes to Liu Tong.

Liu Tong smiled without saying a word, standing with his hands behind his back on the cloud, only raising his eyes to look towards the east of the city.

On what grounds?

He naturally wouldn't say that he had secretly given Qin Tian a trump card.

If that thing is used properly, even someone at the peak of the Six Elements Nirvana Realm will suffer a great loss.

But this cannot be said outright.

After all, the champions of the Hundred Dynasties War throughout history have always been the prize of their Yuan Sect. If something goes wrong with him, the faces of those old guys in the sect when they return—just thinking about it makes me not happy.

Liu Tong withdrew his gaze and smiled faintly: "Just watch."

Seeing his cryptic demeanor, Old Man Wan's eyes flashed with suspicion, but he refrained from pressing him further.

At this moment, inside Vientiane City.

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As Qin Tian's furious curses echoed like thunder, the entire city seemed to ignite. Countless figures surged forth from all directions, converging towards the city gate.

"Are the Tianyuan Dynasty and the Immortal Dynasty about to go to war?"

"Let's go, let's go see what's going on!"

The streets were bustling with people, and cultivators from various dynasties came out in droves. Some were there to watch the spectacle, some were gloating, and some had a different kind of glint in their eyes.

The gate to the Immortal Dynasty's residence slowly opened.

Lan He, dressed in white, stepped forward with his hands behind his back, his expression calm and serene. Behind him, Lan Ying and Qing Feng followed closely, their auras steady, clearly also prepared.

At the same time, the gate to the neighboring courtyard opened, and Mo Leng strode out, his face flushed with excitement: "Brother Lan! Such a grand occasion can't be missed!"

Lan He glanced at him, said nothing, just nodded slightly, and walked towards the city gate.

On both sides of the street, the crowd automatically parted to make way. Countless eyes fell on the figure in white, some with curiosity, some with awe, and some with anticipation of a good show.

Not far from the city gate, Fu Ling, along with a group of female cultivators from the Fu Dynasty, had already secured a good spot. She craned her neck, looking towards the east of the city, her eyes sparkling: "They're here! They're here! Young Master Lan is out!"

The female cultivator behind her couldn't help but ask, "Big Sister, who do you hope will win?"

Fu Ling rolled her eyes matter-of-factly: "Nonsense, of course it's Young Master Lan. That Qin Tian is so ugly, he deserved to die."

On the other side, Ji Shan of the Great Wilderness Dynasty leaned against a stone pillar with his arms crossed, watching the scene with great interest. Behind him, several burly men from the Great Wilderness Dynasty also looked on with anticipation.

"Brother Jishan, who do you think will win?"

Ji Shan grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth: "Who cares who wins? As long as there's a show to watch, that's fine."

Not far away, Zhu Tianhuo, the Fire General of the Great Qian Dynasty, and Mu Huang, the Mountain General, stood side by side. Zhu Tianhuo idly toyed with the fiery red bead in his hand, his expression lazy: "Mu Huang, how many moves do you think that Lan He can last?"

Mu Huang remained expressionless and said in a deep voice, "I don't know. Just wait and see."

Besides them, countless cultivators from other dynasties were also hidden in the crowd. Some were from the Blood Seal Dynasty, secretly watching; some had previously accepted bounties and were observing silently; and some were simply there to watch the spectacle.

The only people missing were from the Sword Dynasty.

Someone couldn't help but mutter, "Why isn't anyone from the Sword Dynasty here? Aren't they going to join in the fun?"

A person next to him lowered his voice and said, "You don't know? I heard that Chen Nan of the Sword Dynasty had a private sparring match with Lan He half a month ago, and then he went into seclusion and refused to see anyone."

"Really? Chen Nan is ranked third on the Heavenly Ranking, this—"

"Who knows? But judging from the Sword Dynasty's reaction, the rumors are probably true."

The group exchanged glances, their gazes towards Lan He now carrying a more complex expression.

If that's true, then Lan He of the Immortal Dynasty is probably even more unfathomable than everyone imagines.

At the city gate, Qin Tian stood with his hands behind his back, with more than forty cultivators from the Tianyuan Dynasty standing behind him. His gaze was fixed on the east side of the city, his eyes burning with boundless hatred and killing intent.

Finally, a figure in white appeared at the edge of the horizon.

The crowd parted automatically, and Lan He, dressed in white, walked with his hands behind his back, his expression calm and serene. Lan Ying and Qing Feng followed closely behind, while Mo Leng trotted along beside him, his eyes darting left and right, afraid of missing any good show.

The two men, who were about three zhang apart, stopped at the same time.

Qin Tian's gaze fell on Lan He, and he looked him up and down. A complex look flashed in his eyes, a mixture of hatred, killing intent, and a hint of barely perceptible fear.

"You're Lan He?"

His voice was low and filled with suppressed anger; each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

Lan He glanced at him indifferently, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said calmly, "A dying man is not worthy to mention my name."

Qin Tian's pupils contracted, and his aura exploded!

"How dare you!"

With a single step, his cultivation at the Sixth Nirvana Realm erupted without reservation, and his violent Yuan Power swept in all directions like a raging torrent, forcing the surrounding crowd to retreat repeatedly!

Just as tensions were about to rise, a majestic voice came from high above: "If you want to fight, go outside. Don't break the rules in the city."

Everyone looked up and saw Song Tai standing with his hands behind his back on the city wall, his expression calm but exuding an undeniable majesty.

Qin Tian took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and turned to flee towards the outside of the city.

Lan He remained calm and followed.

Outside the city was a vast wilderness, enough for the two of them to move around freely.

The moment the two stepped out of Wanxiang City, a ruthless glint flashed in Qin Tian's eyes. He gave Lan He no chance to catch his breath, suddenly turned around, and with a stomp of his foot, he shot out like a cannonball!

With a flick of his wrists, a pair of dark golden arm guards slid out from his sleeves and instantly donned over his arms. The arm guards were covered in intricate runes and radiated the aura of a low-grade Heavenly Rank spiritual treasure—clearly a pair of top-grade spiritual treasures, combining both offensive and defensive capabilities!

"Go to hell!"

Qin Tian roared, his Yuan Power surging wildly in his arms, carrying a world-destroying force, and slammed straight into Lan He's head!

This attack came too fast and too suddenly.

"Be careful!"

Lan Ying and the others cried out in alarm, but it was too late to intervene.

However, Lan He merely raised an eyebrow slightly. His entire body glowed faintly as he channeled his Yuan Power to its fullest extent, transforming it into a vast force that converged on his right fist.

He threw a punch.

boom!

A deafening roar!

A violent shockwave spread wildly from the two of them, cracking the ground and scattering debris everywhere. The sinister smile on Qin Tian's face hadn't even had time to bloom before it froze completely.

He watched helplessly as his prized Sky-Splitting Arm shattered like paper under Lan He's fist!

Countless fragments scattered and flew everywhere, leaving bloody streaks on his face.

Immediately afterwards, the fist continued its momentum and slammed hard into his right shoulder!

Click!

The sound of bones shattering was clearly audible. Qin Tian flew dozens of feet away like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and creating a deep trench.

His right arm hung limply, its bones broken in countless places, and blood stained half of his body.

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.

"Peak of the Six-Element Nirvana Realm?"

Someone exclaimed in surprise. Only then did everyone realize that the aura emanating from Lan He was already at the peak of the Sixth Yuan Nirvana Realm; he had been concealing his cultivation level all along!

Ji Shan's pupils contracted slightly as he stared intently at Lan He's right hand, which had just unleashed a punch.

"The body refinement of the Six Elements Nirvana Realm—" he murmured, a look of undisguised shock flashing in his eyes.

As a body-refining genius favored by the Primordial Palace, he understood better than anyone what this meant. After all, he had only just reached the half-step Five Elements Body Refining stage a few days ago.

Lan He, however, remained standing with his hands behind his back, his white robes fluttering, as if that punch he had just delivered was nothing more than a casual gesture.

He glanced at Qin Tian lying in the ditch and said indifferently, "Can't even beat a sneak attack, trash."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Tian struggled to his feet from the ravine. His face was contorted with rage, his right arm hung limply at his sides, but his eyes burned with a frenzied hatred.

"You're asking for it!"

He roared, and a golden crack suddenly appeared between his brows. A dazzling golden light shot out from it, transforming into a palm-sized golden flying wheel that hovered in mid-air.

The next moment, the golden flying wheel transformed into a streak of light and shot towards Blue River!

"That is—a primordial spirit artifact!"

Fu Ling's pupils contracted, and she exclaimed in surprise. The female cultivators of the Fu Dynasty behind her all changed their expressions drastically and subconsciously took a few steps back.

Ji Shan's face darkened, and he blurted out, "A primordial spirit artifact condensed by a cultivator at the Seventh Nirvana Realm!"

Zhu Tianhuo and Mu Huang exchanged a glance, their expressions turning serious.

Everyone present, especially those from super dynasties, knew the terrifying power of primordial spirit artifacts. These were weapons that only experts at the Seventh Nirvana Realm or higher could forge, formed entirely from primordial spirit energy!

Although it is not a spiritual treasure, its power far exceeds that of ordinary heavenly-grade spiritual treasures. What is even more terrifying is that it contains the full force of its master's life's cultivation.

For those below the Seventh Nirvana Realm, this is an overwhelmingly powerful tactic!

"That old bastard Liu Tong really did give Qin Tian his trump card!"

Above the clouds, Qing Xuanzi's expression darkened, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

Liu Tong stood with his hands behind his back, a faint smile playing on his lips, without uttering a word.

At the city gate, Lan Ying's face turned deathly pale. She tried to rush forward, but it was too late.

The golden flying wheel roared out, carrying a world-destroying force, and slashed straight at Lanhe!

boom!

A deafening roar!

Golden light exploded, transforming into a shower of golden rain that completely engulfed the location where Lan He was. A violent shockwave spread outwards, blasting a massive crater several meters deep into the ground, billowing smoke and dust, and scattering debris everywhere!

Everyone involuntarily closed their eyes.

As the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, everyone finally saw the situation in the pit clearly.

Lan He stood still, a massive sword formation slowly rotating around him, protecting him in the center. The flowing sword light made him appear like a king among swords. However, although he was unharmed, his gaze was fixed on the pile of fragments scattered around him.

All one hundred Earth-rank spiritual treasure longswords have now been reduced to scrap metal, devoid of any spirituality, lying quietly among the rubble.

He blocked the attack.

But these longswords that had accompanied him in battle for so long were destroyed in an instant.

Lan He slowly withdrew his gaze from the fragments, his expression turning completely somber.

One hundred Earth-rank spiritual treasures, and Nirvana Pills worth at least three to five hundred million on the market. This wealth was enough to cripple a super dynasty, but now it has been reduced to a pile of scrap metal.

His heart was bleeding.

"Destroy my magical artifact?"

Lan He looked up at Qin Tian not far away, his voice low and menacing, and finally, anger flared in his eyes: "You fucking want to die!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already disappeared from the spot!

High above the clouds, Liu Tong's expression changed drastically. He abruptly stood up, his voice booming like thunder: "Stop!"

However, it was too late.

Lan He appeared in front of Qin Tian like a ghost and threw a punch!

boom!

Qin Tian's chest caved in on the spot, and blood gushed out!

The second punch! Skull shattered!

The third punch! The physical body disintegrates!

Three punches, all within a single breath.

The moment Liu Tong uttered the word "Stop," Qin Tian's body had already turned into a pile of minced meat, scattered all over the ground.

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.

Above the clouds, Liu Tong's hand remained raised, his expression frozen in a moment of shock and anger.

Lan He stood before the pool of flesh, slowly raising his head to look at Liu Tong above the clouds. A chilling smile crept across his lips: "What did you just say? I didn't hear you."

Liu Tong's face was ashen, veins bulged on his forehead, and anger surged in his chest.

Qin Tian is dead.

What does this mean? It means that the championship of this year's Hundred Dynasties War will slip through the fingers of his Yuan Sect! Just thinking about the punishment from those old guys in the sect after he returns makes his scalp tingle.

All of this is thanks to this little white-clad beast in front of us!

"You brat, you're asking for it!"

Liu Tong roared, his aura exploded, and he transformed into a streak of light, plunging down towards Lan He!

He was truly enraged, so enraged that he disregarded the rules of Wanxiang City and the dignity of a super sect, wanting only to tear that white-clad figure to shreds with his own hands!

"Liu Tong! How dare you!"

Qing Xuanzi's expression changed drastically. The sword box behind him hummed, and a sharp sword intent soared into the sky. He was about to make a move to stop it.

However, just as he moved, a gray shadow blocked his way.

Old Man Wan, with a sinister smile on his face and surrounded by yin energy, appeared out of thin air in front of Qing Xuanzi.

"Qing Xuanzi, what business is it of us old folks of getting involved in the affairs of the young?"

The beautiful woman from the Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace also changed her expression and wanted to help, but was blocked by another puppet of Old Man Wan.

One person and one puppet, one on the left and one on the right, held back the two powerful figures.

Liu Tong's figure was already approaching Lan He like a shooting star!

Lan He stood still, looking up at the figure rushing towards him. There was no fear in his eyes; instead, he narrowed them slightly.

Peak of the Six Elements Nirvana Realm versus peak of the Nirvana Realm?

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and the Qiankun Ancient Array within his body suddenly activated.

In an instant, the vast blood and qi of the Six-Ren Body, the boundless primordial power of the Six-Yuan Nirvana Realm, the profound spiritual power of the Four-Seal Heavenly Talisman Master, and the ancient and obscure devouring power deep within the Niwan Palace.

Four distinct forces converged and merged wildly under the harmonization of the ancient formation, transforming into an unprecedentedly terrifying torrent that surged wildly along the meridians of his arm and poured into his right fist.

He threw a punch!

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