C18 Zhan Feng!

After slaying Zilong, Yuwen Tian remained unfazed, his icy gaze soon shifting to Zhan Feng, who had already noticed Yuwen Tian watching him.

Without a word, Zhan Feng leaped up and positioned himself opposite Yuwen Tian. "Yuwen Tian, you've mastered the 'Sacred Lightning Art' quite well, but I wonder if it's more formidable than my Battle Tiger Sect's 'Heaven Battling Art,'" Zhan Feng said with a challenging tone, eager to promote the renown of the Battle Tiger Sect before the crowd.

"Heh, let's find out," Yuwen Tian replied nonchalantly, his demeanor clearly showing he didn't see Zhan Feng as a threat, which irked Zhan Feng.

"Don't get cocky, Yuwen Tian. Do you think you're above the law just because you defeated Zilong?" Zhan Feng retorted angrily.

"Enough talk. You want to prove the strength of your Battle Tiger Sect's 'Combat Heavens Technique,' right? Let's see the proof in your actions," Yuwen Tian shot back coldly.

"Fine. If it's death you seek, I'll oblige!" Anger blazed in Zhan Feng's eyes as he took a sudden step forward.

Boom!

The earth trembled subtly as a surge of natural energy converged within Zhan Feng's body. His aura skyrocketed as the 'Battle Heavens Technique' activated on its own, unleashing infinite power that erupted in the void.

In an instant, Zhan Feng was upon Yuwen Tian, his overwhelming fighting spirit piercing the heavens, his presence formidable.

Crackle!

Yuwen Tian formed the seals for the 'Sacred Lightning Art,' his body crackling with electricity. A mysterious and enigmatic thunderbird burst forth, its power radiating fearsome bolts of lightning.

With a surge of power from the 'Battle Heavens Secret Art,' Zhan Feng's fighting spirit intensified, and his strength grew substantially.

He launched a punch at the thunderbird, unleashing a blinding flash of golden light. The sheer force set off waves of visible energy ripples in the void.

Zhan Feng's punch shattered the thunderbird, which exploded into myriad sparks of lightning, cascading down through the void.

"Haha! Yuwen Tian, is your 'Sacred Lightning Technique' not up to par, or is my 'Battle Heavens Technique' simply superior?" Zhan Feng laughed arrogantly, his fighting spirit growing increasingly intense. The more he fought, the stronger he seemed to become, perfectly embodying the essence of the 'Battle Heavens Technique'.

"The 'Battle Heavens Technique' does have some merit," Yuwen Tian conceded, only mildly surprised as he watched the lightning bird disintegrate with a single punch. He was still holding back his true power, revealing only the strength of the first level of the Violet Palace Realm.

"Prepare to die!" Zhan Feng's eyes glinted with murderous intent as he launched his attack, relentlessly closing in on Yuwen Tian. He swung his fists wildly, shattering the air and causing the void to tremble. A barrage of punches enveloped Yuwen Tian from every direction, a relentless onslaught of formidable energy crashing down on him wave after wave.

The display of such fearsome might caused the warriors in the red pavilion to grow anxious for Yuwen Tian, with one commenting, "Under such an onslaught, I fear Yuwen Tian will be reduced to nothing but pulp."

The disciples of the Battle Tiger Sect wore smug expressions, proudly lifting their heads to shout encouragement for their sect's champion.

"The Saint won't be harmed, will he?" the disciples of the Heaven Sect murmured among themselves, their concern evident.

Bai Ling'er's gaze, too, was tinged with worry, her anxiety clearly etched on her face.

"Don't worry, Yuwen Tian will be just fine," Yang Dingtian interjected with an unusual air of confidence. He didn't believe anyone present, including the deceptively unassuming Faang Shen, could pose a real threat to Yuwen Tian.

"How can you be so sure?" Bai Ling'er asked, puzzled.

"If he were to be defeated so easily, he wouldn't be Yuwen Tian," Yang Dingtian replied, secretly wishing for Yuwen Tian's downfall, yet knowing full well it was an unlikely prospect.

To the onlookers, Yuwen Tian appeared to be at the mercy of Zhan Feng's ferocious punches, scrambling desperately to find an opening to evade the relentless barrage.

Yet, unbeknownst to them, Yuwen Tian's perception was incredibly sharp. He could anticipate each of Zhan Feng's punches with precision, effortlessly sidestepping the blows that came his way.

He did this primarily to lull Faang Shen into complacency. If he had defeated Zhan Feng too easily, even Faang Shen, despite his lack of wit, would have sensed something amiss.

After about five minutes of seemingly difficult dodging, Zhan Feng's patience wore thin. He burst out angrily, "Yuwen Tian, you're nothing but a mouse, always scurrying and hiding. Have the courage to face me in a direct confrontation."

"Fine, as you wish," Yuwen Tian replied, sensing the right moment had arrived. With a swift motion, he vanished from his spot, as quick as lightning, leaving Zhan Feng unable to discern how he disappeared.

Bang!

Yuwen Tian reappeared abruptly behind Zhan Feng, his palm striking with the speed of lightning. A golden radiance burst forth from his hand, twisting into Zhan Feng's body as if vanishing into thin air.

But the next instant, the savage energy within the golden glow detonated within Zhan Feng's body. A scream of agony rang out as he was ripped apart by the brutal force, his body exploding into a cloud of blood mist midair.

"Just one more to go," Yuwen Tian muttered, a hint of excitement in his voice. With the death of the Foursquare Sect's Saint Son Faang Shen, the 5000 villain's points would be his.

The sudden demise of Zhan Feng at Yuwen Tian's hands was a jarring shift, so swift it left onlookers dumbfounded, their jaws dropping in disbelief.

"Am I seeing things? How did Yuwen Tian suddenly become so powerful?"

"Is it possible that the Holy Son of Heaven has been concealing his true strength?"

The crowd was utterly astounded.

Hu Shan of the Battle Tiger Sect nearly charged forward, but his sect brothers managed to restrain him just in time. They had no desire to see Hu Shan meet the same fate as Ling Feng.

It was clear to any astute observer that the Holy Son of Heaven's prowess was not to be underestimated.

"Yang Dingtian, you've really outdone yourself; the Saint has indeed triumphed," Bai Ling'er giggled, her small fangs flashing as she beamed with joy.

"Yuwen Tian was bound to win; I never had a single doubt," Yang Dingtian murmured under his breath, "Though I'd actually be happier if he lost."

"What was that?" Bai Ling'er's voice spiked, her curiosity piqued.

"No, it's nothing," Yang Dingtian quickly responded. "Even though we've let ourselves down, having the Holy Son with us is all that matters. I believe Yuwen Tian alone is enough to uphold the Heaven Sect."

"Hmph, that's better," Bai Ling'er said with a hint of pride. "Naturally, our Son is always the best."

Yuwen Tian addressed Faang Shen, "It's just you left. Come down and fight."

Faang Shen's eyes narrowed, a cold gleam shooting out like that of a venomous snake, fixating on Yuwen Tian as if trying to see right through him.

"It's hard to see, Yuwen Tian, you've kept your true strength well hidden," Faang Shen remarked with a meaningful tone.

"Oh? What have you discerned?" Yuwen Tian asked, feigning surprise. He didn't believe Faang Shen could actually perceive his true level of cultivation.

"You're not just at the first level of the Violet Palace Realm, are you?" Faang Shen's lips curled into a sly smile as he spoke teasingly.

"Correct. It looks like you're curious about my real power," Yuwen Tian said calmly. "Well, I'm tired of hiding it. Besides, you're not escaping today."

With those words, Yuwen Tian released the aura of the third level of the Violet Palace Realm, stunning everyone around.

"I never would've guessed that the Holy Son of Heaven had reached the third level of the Violet Palace Realm," exclaimed a warrior from the Red Pavilion.

"Why did he hide his power in the first place?" someone wondered aloud.

Feeling Yuwen Tian's true power, Faang Shen inexplicably felt a sense of relief deep inside. Yet he scoffed, "Haha, the Third Sky of the Violet Palace Realm does show some prowess. But the gap between you and me is vast, like a chasm."

Yuwen Tian was well aware of Faang Shen's implication—that he himself had reached the Fourth Sky of the Violet Palace Realm.

With a cold laugh, Yuwen Tian chose not to elaborate. After all, Yang Fann, who had been at the fourth level, had been defeated by his hand. Faang Shen was not a concern to him.

At this moment, Yuwen Tian's only focus was to swiftly defeat Faang Shen and secure 5000 villain's points. He wanted to claim his prize before any unforeseen complications could arise.

"Yuwen Tian, although I don't know why you chose to conceal your power at first, you've now slain the Holy Sons of both Battle Tiger Sect and Purple Cloud Sect. Do you really think those sects' powerhouses will let you off the hook?" Faang Shen's sinister laughter sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it.

"Hehe, that's not my concern. All I know is that you're going to fall by my hand today. Whether the experts from your sect will forgive me is another matter." Yuwen Tian laughed without a care, visibly irking Faang Shen.

The warriors within the Red Pavilion were astounded by Yuwen Tian's audacity. Even the disciples of Heaven Sect felt a chill on his behalf, knowing full well the gravity of slaying other sects' Holy Sons. They were truly frightened.

"Hmph! Yuwen Tian, your arrogance ends today. I will see to it that you die with no place to lay your remains," Faang Shen snorted coldly, summoning a pitch-black force and striking forth with his palm.

A massive, ink-black light burst forth, exuding a terrifying, domineering presence that seemed to threaten the very fabric of the cosmos, aiming a vicious blow at Yuwen Tian's head.

"That's the Foursquare Sect's signature technique, the Dark Nether Palm!" someone shouted.

"To think the Foursquare Sect's Holy Son would resort to his trump card right from the start."

"Perish, Yuwen Tian. My Netherworld Palm is not so easily countered." Faang Shen's smile was grim, as a wave of lethal intent swept through the crowd, chilling them to the core.

Yuwen Tian's gaze sharpened, his body radiating with a purple-gold glow. Unflinching, he met the attack with a palm strike of his own. The void shook with the impact, unleashing a mighty palm force that filled the sky with blinding purple-gold light.

Boom!

The dark Netherworld Palm and Yuwen Tian's purple-golden palm energy collided mid-air, unleashing a massive tornado. The two forces obliterated each other, vanishing into the void.

In their first exchange, neither could claim superiority; they were perfectly matched.