C12 Yang Fann!

"Yes, but it's just Yuwen Tian's bad luck to have encountered Yang Fann. Otherwise, I believe Yuwen Tian truly deserves to be called the Holy Son of the Heaven Sect." Yuwen Tian had no shortage of admirers within the sect.

The following day marked the start of the much-anticipated selection of the Holy Son of Heaven, an event that had the entire Heaven Sect buzzing with excitement.

As dawn broke, the Heaven Sect's square was bustling with disciples, including those from the outer circle, inner circle, and the true disciples.

Jing Yuzhu and Cai Hongqing, both spurned by Yuwen Tian, were present as well. Despite being rejected, they remained fond of him, as he had made an indelible mark on each of their hearts.

Cai Hongqing turned to Zhao Qing, who was next to her, and asked, "Do you think Yuwen Tian stands a chance of winning this time?"

"Yang Fann's formidable strength is well-known. It's unlikely that Yuwen Tian could win against him," Zhao Qing replied confidently.

Cai Hongqing was aware of this reality and let out a sigh. She wished she could help, but her ability fell short of her desire.

Yang Fann had by then made his entrance into the vast square of the Heaven Sect. Clad in white, his striking looks and the impressive power of the Fourth Sky of the Purple Palace had already made a significant impression on all the Heaven Sect disciples. Many female disciples gazed at him with adoration.

Soon after, the Sect Chief Gu Xuan and the Great Elder Fu Xuan, along with several high-ranking elders, made their way to the square. The selection of the Holy Son of Heaven was a significant event, and their presence underscored its importance.

The appearance of the Sect Master, a rare occurrence, sent a wave of excitement through the disciples, sparking animated discussions.

"Today is the day we select the Holy Son of the Heaven Sect. With everyone here as witnesses, we will see the emergence of a new Holy Son—a momentous occasion for our sect," announced Sect Chief Gu Xuan, his calm voice carrying across the square, reaching every ear.

"The selection of the Holy Son of Heaven will be from among our core disciples under the age of thirty. The rules are straightforward and fair: the strongest among you will become the Holy Son of the Heaven Sect," Gu Xuan stated. "Those true disciples who wish to compete may step forward onto the dueling platform."

As Gu Xuan's words trailed off, Yang Fann nonchalantly took a step and traversed hundreds of meters to land on one of the dueling platforms.

And that was that. No other true disciples dared to approach. They were all aware of Yang Fann's formidable fourth-tier Violet Palace Realm cultivation and had no intention of subjecting themselves to embarrassment.

This turn of events was anticipated by all.

"The main event today is between Yuwen Tian and Yang Fann. Yang Fann is here, but Yuwen Tian is nowhere to be seen. Has he forfeited his claim to the title of Holy Son of Heaven?"

"It wouldn't be surprising. Yang Fann's prowess is not only formidable among the disciples but also among the elders. It makes sense for Yuwen Tian to withdraw." commented a disciple.

Yang Fann stood on the platform, the picture of serenity, not showing the slightest impatience. His demeanor suggested he had no doubt the title of Holy Son of Heaven would be his.

In the crowd, Yang Dingtian brooded, "Has Yuwen Tian chickened out? Damn, I was looking forward to seeing Yang Fann take him down."

As the crowd began to suspect Yuwen Tian would not show up for the challenge, he made his entrance.

Without a word, Yuwen Tian leapt onto the platform facing Yang Fann. His piercing gaze locked onto Yang Fann as he declared simply, "Let's fight!"

"Yuwen Tian has arrived. I didn't think he'd have the guts."

"Good on you, Yuwen Tian. But after today, you're going to be a cripple," Yang Dingtian thought with venom.

Yang Fann gave Yuwen Tian a dismissive glance. "Heh, so you're the one vying with me for the Holy Son of Heaven title?"

Yuwen Tian composed himself, concealing his energy. Although Yang Fann's cultivation was only marginally higher, he was unable to discern Yuwen Tian's true strength.

"The title of Holy Son of Heaven was always mine. For an obsolete true disciple like you to brazenly challenge me for it is utterly absurd," Yuwen Tian retorted coldly, his gaze dripping with contempt as he eyed Yang Fann.

Outdated?

Hearing that word, even someone with Yang Fann's temperament couldn't help but let his usually indifferent and disdainful face darken.

"If you're not washed up, then what are you? Sure, anyone under thirty can vie for the title of Holy Son of Heaven, but you're nearly thirty and still daring to challenge me? That's utterly shameless!" Yuwen Tian, unfazed by Yang Fann's darkening expression, spoke without reservation.

The disciples of the Heaven Sect watching from below the stage were impressed by Yuwen Tian's undiminished domineering presence, especially given that he was facing an opponent with the formidable power of the Violet Palace Realm's fourth level.

"You're looking for trouble!" Yang Fann, now enraged, surged with power. A whirlwind erupted around him, his terrifying presence sweeping out and chilling to the core.

The Sect Leader, Gu Xuan, declared solemnly, "In that case, you two may begin your duel. The victor shall become the Holy Son of Heaven."

"I have no objections," Yuwen Tian responded coolly, his demeanor unruffled and devoid of fear as he faced Yang Fann.

Yuwen Tian's attitude had long irked Yang Fann. He stomped down hard on the solid surface of the duel platform, causing it to quiver. Using the powerful recoil, he launched himself into the air, transforming into multiple afterimages trailed by a succession of sonic booms, his speed reaching incredible heights.

"Hmm? Not a bad pace," Yuwen Tian remarked casually, his body crackling with electricity. In a flash, he vanished, leaving behind a residual image as he turned into a streak of blue lightning, darting sideways several dozen meters.

Bang!

Yang Fann's forceful punch hit nothing but air, striking Yuwen Tian's afterimage, which dissipated into a scatter of light.

"Hmm? How can Yuwen Tian move so quickly?" Yang Fann wondered in astonishment. His punch, though thrown casually, was not something a martial artist at the first level of the Violet Palace Realm could typically dodge.

Yuwen Tian sneered with disdain, "With such pitiful speed, you dare to spout nonsense before me? You're utterly clueless!"

"I hadn't realized, Yuwen Tian, that you possessed some strength. No wonder you're so bold in my presence," Yang Fann said, taking a deep breath to quell his rising anger, his gaze upon Yuwen Tian now tinged with a hint of respect.

"Yang Fann, stop acting like you're all that in front of me," Yuwen Tian boasted arrogantly. "Everyone who's tried to show off before me has ended up dead."

"Hmph! Such arrogance! I'll show you the true extent of the gap between us!"

Enraged, Yang Fann was fuming, his expression darkening considerably. His Qi locked onto Yuwen Tian as he channeled the Yuan Qi within his body, focusing it into his palm before unleashing a massive, scorching red palm strike.

This palm strike, though seemingly simple, was imbued with the pure power of the fourth level of the Violet Palace Realm, causing the air to buzz and space itself to quiver.

Boom!

Feeling the overwhelming force of the palm strike, Yuwen Tian stopped dodging. He activated the Heaven Divine Arts, releasing an ancient aura that roared into the surroundings.

Crash!

Yuwen Tian's punch shattered the air, colliding with the incoming palm strike, and unleashed a torrent of pure force that shattered Yang Fann's attack.

The two forces of pure energy met mid-air, obliterating each other and dissipating into nothingness.

"Yuwen Tian's strength is not to be underestimated; he's actually holding his own against Yang Fann."

"It looks like Yuwen Tian has made some progress in his strength recently."

Disciples from the Heaven Sect murmured among themselves.

"How can this be? How can you possess such power?!" This time, Yang Fann was genuinely astounded by Yuwen Tian's might, his heart unable to settle, his eyes brimming with a murderous intent as he stared at Yuwen Tian.

At only twenty years old, Yuwen Tian's formidable power was a real threat to Yang Fann, who prided himself on his genius, now feeling an unprecedented pressure.

"Hmph! Impossible? It's your lack of insight," Yuwen Tian retorted coldly. "Today, I will claim the title of Holy Son of Heaven. You, an old has-been, should just roll as far away as you can!"

The mocking words, cold and merciless, reverberated in Yang Fann's ears, igniting the fury that had been simmering in his heart. Unable to contain it any longer, his rage burst forth like an erupting volcano.

Boom! Boom!

The formidable power of the Violet Palace Realm's fourth level unfurled from Yang Fann, as the space around him roared with the tumult of wind and thunder. His expression twisted into something fierce and wild. "Yuwen Tian, your end has come!"

"Explosive Flame Buddha!"

From deep within Yang Fann's throat came a chilling, low shout. His Yuan Qi whirled wildly within him, his body radiating a crimson glow like molten glass, while a terrifying heatwave surged forth. Behind him, a Buddha ablaze with flames materialized.

"Yuwen Tian, this is it for you. This is Big Brother Yang Fann's trump card. It's sure to finish you in one strike," Yang Dingtian said, relief washing over him as he witnessed Yang Fann's fiery wrath.

The Sect Master, Gu Xuan, commented with a detached tone, "It remains to be seen whether Yuwen Tian can withstand this blow. If not, I may have to intervene to prevent Yang Fann from killing him outright."

The fiery Buddha opposite Yuwen Tian exerted a palpable pressure. Clearly, it was an intermediate third-grade martial skill of immense might.

"Good thing I used 200 villain's points to accelerate my mastery of the Heaven Divine Arts. Otherwise, I'd be in a real bind," Yuwen Tian mused, a cold smirk playing on his lips. He rapidly channeled the Heaven Divine Arts, unleashing a domineering force that swept out from him, enveloping the area in a several-hundred-meter radius.

"Meet your demise, Yuwen Tian!"

In a fury, Yang Fann thrust his hands forward, and the Buddha, radiating an intense light as if it could collapse the very void, hurtled toward Yuwen Tian with a fierce whoosh, aiming squarely for his head.