CHAPTER 1246: CHAPTER 1237: BURNING SPIRIT SWORD

"Du Qianhai, hand over the person who injured Yuan Fei and those two Qianyuan Sect Elders. As for the grievances between the Du and Wang families, I’ll settle them with you afterward."

In the sky above the front of Du Family’s gate, Wang Yuan stood with his hands behind his back. His deep eyes seemed to contain a sea of stars within them, and the cultivation of the Middle Stage of Heavenly Immortal Realm emanated from him without concealment, making his aura extremely terrifying.

In the entire Wanhong City, a Heavenly Immortal Realm cultivator is considered a top-notch expert.

The Clan Leaders of the two major families were previously both at the Early Stage of Heavenly Immortal Realm. Now, Wang Yuan’s breakthrough to the Middle Stage has undoubtedly disrupted the balance.

Even within the entire Ning State, with his current cultivation at the Middle Stage of Heavenly Immortal Realm, he is certainly considered a first-class expert, not to be underestimated.

"I am the one who injured them. If there’s any problem, feel free to come at me."

Du Qianhai frowned, for he had no choice but to step forward now.

Mo Wangchen is not a member of the Du Family. Having made a move once was already impressive; how could he let the other party come forward to take the blame?

"I don’t want to argue with you too much. Hand over the person, let your daughter marry Yuan Fei, and our two families might diffuse the situation, perhaps turning big issues into small ones. Du Qianhai, you’re a smart man; you should know what to do."

In mid-air, Wang Yuan sneered and then continued, "Even if I don’t pursue this matter, do you think the Qianyuan Sect will let it go? With your Du Family, do you still want to shelter the real culprit? Don’t overestimate your capabilities."

"Your son and those two old fellows from the Qianyuan Sect were all injured by me. What do you intend to do?"

At this moment, Mo Wangchen stepped out from the crowd, standing in front of Du Qianhai. He raised his gaze slightly, casting a faint glance at Wang Yuan.

"I don’t know your identity, but to injure the Elders of the Qianyuan Sect is asking for trouble. Surrender willingly and come with me to the Wang Family to await disposition; otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude."

Wang Yuan’s cold eyes swept toward Mo Wangchen, a chill flashing in his gaze.

"Father, stop wasting words with him. Just suppress him directly, vent the resentment for us, and sever his tendons to let the two Elders take him back to the Qianyuan Sect for punishment."

From the street not far away, Wang Yuanfei and the two Qianyuan Sect Elders approached. The faces of the three were still pale, clearly injured by Mo Wangchen’s hand earlier, not yet recovered.

Being slapped out by Mo Wangchen from the Du Family, Wang Yuanfei and the others were filled with rage, hating that they couldn’t chop their opponent to pieces.

Now, with Wang Yuan, a Middle Stage Heavenly Immortal expert, present, the confidence of the three naturally grew.

"The two of us have already sent out the message back, and the sect should have dispatched experts over. No matter this child’s identity today, he cannot escape. Family Head Wang Yuan, feel free to make your move; any consequences will be borne by our Qianyuan Sect."

Those two Qianyuan Sect Elders spoke out too. Mo Wangchen’s origin was unknown, yet he could defeat the two of them, proving his extraordinary strength. Looking at the entire Ning State, such a talented young individual like Mo Wangchen is enough to rival the Saint Heirs of the three major Sacred Lands.

Wang Yuan must also be wary of this, afraid that Mo Wangchen might have a significant background, thus not attacking immediately. Now, the standing of these two Qianyuan Sect Elders was to bolster Wang Yuan’s confidence that whatever happens, the Qianyuan Sect will bear it.

"Very well, once I capture this person, I’ll hand him over to the two Elders for disposition."

High in the sky, Wang Yuan nodded. With the Qianyuan Sect backing him, he naturally had no more reservations.

As one of the three major Sacred Lands of Ning State, the power held by the Qianyuan Sect is undoubtedly formidable.

Even if Mo Wangchen really has a significant background, could it possibly match that of the Qianyuan Sect?

"Whoosh!"

Just as Wang Yuan’s words fell, Mo Wangchen stepped into the void and suddenly soared upward, appearing in the sky not far from Wang Yuan, standing opposite him.

"The young can’t handle it, so the old ones come out. I’ve seen too many of these tactics. Frankly, I couldn’t be bothered to waste time on you, but with me here, neither your Wang Family nor the Qianyuan Sect can touch the Du Family at all."

Mo Wangchen stood in mid-air, his gaze casually landing on Wang Yuan.

"I hear you’re also at the Middle Stage of Heavenly Immortal Realm; quite bold, but don’t forget, this is Ning State. Offending the Qianyuan Sect won’t end well for you. If you surrender willingly, perhaps you might endure less suffering."

Wang Yuan sneered, his heart unafraid. With the massive entity of the Qianyuan Sect backing the Wang Family, even if Mo Wangchen is the Saint Heir of a Sacred Land, he shouldn’t expect to leave unscathed.

"Then there’s nothing more to say. If the Wang Family wishes to disappear from Wanhong City, I certainly don’t mind lending a hand," Mo Wangchen said casually.

"Arrogant!"

Wang Yuan snorted coldly, squinted his eyes, a chill surging, his gaze already revealed a trace of murderous intent, "Even if you’re the Saint Heir from another continent’s Sacred Land, you’re just a dragon crossing the river, foolishly thinking to oppose my Wang Family and Qianyuan Sect, truly courting death!"

After his words ended, he attacked directly, spewing Seven-Colored Rosy Clouds from his mouth, carrying an infinite terrifying might, transforming into an Ancient Big Bell that pressed towards Mo Wangchen like the Heavenly Mountain.

"Bang!"

Mo Wangchen stood in place, clenched his fist casually, and struck out into the air.

In an instant, the Ancient Big Bell formed by the Seven-Colored Rosy Clouds was blasted apart by his overwhelming fist wind, and simultaneously, Mo Wangchen stepped forward, pressing towards Wang Yuan.

His pace wasn’t fast, yet each step fell as if resonating with the Great Dao, stirring the spectators in the city into inexplicable tremors.

"Hmm?"

Wang Yuan frowned, seeing Mo Wangchen so nonchalantly dissolve his strike, suggesting Mo Wangchen’s strength exceeded his expectations.

"It seems you indeed have some skills, but if you want to duel with me, go back and cultivate for another ten years."

As his words fell, Wang Yuan spread his hand, and a black Heavy Sword appeared within it. At that moment, a vast momentum swept through like stormy waves, enveloping the entire scene, causing the crowd to tremble in spirit.

"It’s the Wang Family’s Ancestor Artifact, the Burning Spirit Sword!"

Someone exclaimed, recognizing the black Heavy Sword in Wang Yuan’s hand, "In the extremely distant Ancient times, the Wang Family had a godly figure. The Burning Spirit Sword was personally refined by that Wang Family ancestor, heavy as ten thousand jun, rumored to have slain several Ancient Gods under its blade and drank Divine Blood!"

"A Holy Path Ancestor Artifact, huh..."

Mo Wangchen squinted, also perceiving strands of Great Dao Divine Power emanating from the black Heavy Sword, surely forged with Ancient God blood, its might extraordinary, far surpassing typical Holy Path Ancestor Artifacts.