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When Han Shanyuan made his statement, both Patriarch Liu and Liu Yunyun's expressions changed dramatically. Giving the sword to Woo Zhengyang was already a slap in the face for the Liu family, and now, making such a remark in front of everyone, it was clear he intended to seek revenge for Woo Zhengyang.

Although the Liu family wasn't afraid of the Han family at the moment, the future was uncertain. Especially for the next generation—if the Liu family had any outstanding talents, they wouldn't need to resort to a martial arts contest to form alliances. But now, there was no turning back for the Liu family. They even considered keeping Han Shanyuan here tonight, but unfortunately, they didn't dare.

"Rest assured, this sword will remain with me, waiting for you to come and claim it, Mr. Shanyuan!" Woo Zhengyang declared, drawing the Autumn Water Sword. His confidence left everyone, including Han Shanyuan, momentarily stunned. Most dismissed it as arrogance, but Han Shanyuan sensed genuine confidence in Woo Zhengyang.

The scenes from earlier that night flashed through Han Shanyuan's mind. Initially, Woo Zhengyang seemed unremarkable and indifferent, making Han think he was unaware of the situation. Yet, time and again, Woo Zhengyang proved he wasn't oblivious but simply didn't care about the circumstances!

"Very well! I will stand by and witness your glory, Mr. Zhengyang!" Han Shanyuan said, retreating to his previous spot.

"Hmph! One is arrogant, and the other actually believes in that arrogance. Glory is not something a mere boy like you can possess!" the head of the Liu family said coldly.

Woo Zhengyang and Han Shanyuan exchanged a few words, finding common ground, but they couldn't be bothered with the head of the Liu family. They simply ignored him, toying with the Autumn Water Sword in their hands.

As the sword was drawn, it sang like a melody!

This was Woo Zhengyang's first time using a mid-grade spiritual weapon. Back at the Profound Heaven Sect's martial field, he had snatched Yue Liqing's Phoenix Feather Sword but never truly wielded it.

The No Life Sword had the quality of a top-grade spiritual weapon, but as an ancient relic, its crafting method was different from modern techniques. The No Life Sword had power but didn't naturally produce a sword's song. Without personal experience, one wouldn't realize its true strength. Otherwise, it wouldn't still be in Woo Zhengyang's possession.

Holding the Autumn Water Sword felt like grasping a pool of autumn water. Infused with the chilling power of the Nine Nether Ice, the sword's energy merged seamlessly with Woo Zhengyang, as solid as ice and as fluid as a gentle wave.

This showed how deeply Han Shanyuan felt for Liu Yunyun. Who knows what their first meeting was like in their youth?

But the world washes away the past, leaving traces of life's journey.

A steadfast heart can't always withstand the tumultuous world. Even without Woo Zhengyang's interference, the deep feelings of Han Shanyuan and the pragmatic nature of Liu Yunyun would eventually lead them down different paths. It's better to part ways now to avoid future heartache.

Seeing Woo Zhengyang ignoring him and instead toying with the Autumn Water Sword, Patriarch Liu's expression grew darker. With a glance, he signaled two Middle Rank Martial Masters to charge at Woo Zhengyang.

This time, learning from the old servant's previous mistake, the two martial masters immediately drew their weapons and employed their martial skills. A blade swung down like a mountain splitting in two, carrying an unstoppable force. A sword followed, like the raging waves of an ocean, its energy swirling in a dazzling display.

Faced with the oncoming blade and sword, Woo Zhengyang didn't raise the Autumn Water Sword. Instead, he casually tossed a few objects and took a few steps forward. What happened next was unbelievable.

The blade and sword energy fell almost simultaneously, but their target was an empty patch of ground. Not only did they miss Woo Zhengyang, they didn't even graze the hem of his garment. Dust filled the air as a large crater appeared in the ground.

Emerging from the dust, the two Middle Rank Martial Masters smiled and bowed to Patriarch Liu. One of them said, "Patriarch, the rogue has been vanquished!"

Upon hearing this, everyone burst into laughter, while Patriarch Liu's face turned red with anger. Before he could reprimand the two men, they were suddenly hurled towards him. In mid-air, their clothes were aflame, and they coughed up blood and fragments of their insides, creating a strangely beautiful scene.

In their final moments, they turned to see Woo Zhengyang slowly retracting his fiery fist. Even then, they couldn't comprehend what had happened or how it had come to this.

Just moments before, they had unleashed their most powerful attack with all their might. Woo Zhengyang, however, seemed frozen in place, as if paralyzed with fear. As they closed the distance, their confidence soared. At such close range, even if he were an Advanced Martial Master, they believed their combined efforts would overwhelm him, leaving him flustered or even injured. They were certain they could take him down in just a few moves.

But the turn of events was beyond their imagination. Even as their blades struck Woo Zhengyang, he remained motionless...