C19 Crisis!

"Huh? You, a mere Third Level Violet Palace Realm, actually possess such power?" Faang Shen's usually calm face finally showed a change.

That Netherworld Palm, although not his strongest technique, would typically be too much for anyone at the third level of the Violet Palace Realm to handle.

"Enough talk. I've wanted to take you down for a long time, acting like the big bad wolf in front of me. If it weren't for needing to deal with Zhan Feng and Zilong first, do you think I would have let you live this long? I would have finished you off right from the start."

Yuwen Tian's icy voice reached Faang Shen's ears, stirring a tempest within him.

"Why would you do this?" Faang Shen bellowed in rage.

"Heh, that's not for trash like you to know," Yuwen Tian replied contemptuously.

"Fine, very fine. Today, I'll flay you and see if you can still talk tough!"

Faang Shen channeled all his energy into the Foursquare Sect's most revered technique, the 'Four Faang Shen Scripture.' Waves of profound energy radiated from him, making the surrounding void seem like his own domain, as if he were warping space itself with his will.

"What terrifying martial arts! The Foursquare Sect's Holy Son is unleashing his power!"

"This has to be a high-grade third-level martial art. Witnessing such a technique today is truly a treat."

All eyes were glued to Faang Shen.

With a sinister sneer, Faang Shen slowly raised his right index finger, which pulsed with an ancient aura as boundless Yuan Qi surged into it.

"Square Finger!"

His finger thrust forward, seemingly slow but swift, as a massive pitch-black finger, oozing with demonic energy, materialized from the void and viciously aimed at Yuwen Tian. It seemed as though it could puncture a hole in the very fabric of space.

As he executed the technique, Faang Shen appeared to have expended all his energy, his complexion turning ashen as he gasped for breath, his index finger dripping with blood.

"Yuwen Tian, to die by my high-grade third-level martial skill is an honor!" Faang Shen laughed heartily, brimming with confidence as he anticipated Yuwen Tian being impaled by his Square Finger.

Yang Dingtian could sense Bai Ling'er's anxiety, yet he spoke with unruffled composure, "Don't fret. Who do you think Yuwen Tian is? He's not the type to perish in such a place."

He observed the duel with a detached curiosity, eagerly anticipating the technique Yuwen Tian would employ next.

"Heaven Divine Fist!"

Yuwen Tian roared, his eyes blazing like lightning, his black hair wildly whipping around as he lunged forward. His punch erupted, unleashing a blinding golden radiance that spanned thousands of feet, overwhelming the heavens and the earth and forcing all onlookers to shield their eyes.

This was his unique fist technique, a personal adaptation of the Heaven Divine Arts, honed with 200 villain's points to deepen his mastery. It might not have the raw power of Faang Shen's elite third-grade martial skill, the Four Direction Finger, but it was perfectly tailored to his own style.

Thus, he could maximize the Heaven Divine Fist's formidable potential.

The Heaven Divine Arts fueled the motion of his fist, and with its release, the sky and earth paled in comparison. Faang Shen, facing this unavoidable, earth-shattering punch, sensed the looming threat of death. Regret consumed him, and he wished he could flee.

But escape was futile; the punch had already locked onto his essence.

"Explode!"

Boom!

The thunderous explosion reverberated through every corner of the Red Chamber, the sound crisply reaching every ear.

The dark finger was obliterated by the punch, the explosive force tearing through space, carrying with it a terror that seemed to crush the heavens themselves, reducing Faang Shen to a mist of blood. The acrid scent of blood was enough to turn stomachs.

A wave of fear washed over the onlookers in the Red Chamber as they gazed upon Yuwen Tian. His ruthlessness was unmatched, having slain three sect Saints in succession. He was a force that threatened to rupture the very fabric of the heavens.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the mission of slaying the Saints of the Battle Tiger Sect, Purple Cloud Sect, and Foursquare Sect. A reward of 5000 villain's points has been issued."

With a sigh of relief, Yuwen Tian finally allowed a triumphant smile to spread across his face.

"Terrifying. Yuwen Tian's strength is truly formidable. To think he single-handedly vanquished all the other Saints."

"The inner circle and true disciples of the Heaven Sect are generally unimpressive, but their Holy Son is exceptionally powerful. I believe the Heaven Sect will be the dominant force at this exchange meeting."

"It's a fact. With the Holy Son of Heaven standing there, everyone else pales in comparison. His presence alone solves all problems." Everyone was in awe.

Wei Li, who had previously been bold enough to challenge Yuwen Tian, was now trembling with fear. Seizing a moment when Yuwen Tian was distracted, he ran for his life, too scared to even consider revenge, let alone linger a second longer.

"I knew it; Yuwen Tian is invincible," Yang Dingtian mused, watching Yuwen Tian single-handedly defeat everyone. He couldn't help but think that Yuwen Tian's mere existence was a boon, ensuring that the Heaven Sect would remain untroubled.

The news of Yuwen Tian's victory over the Saints of the Battle Tiger Sect, Foursquare Sect, and Purple Cloud Sect spread like wildfire throughout the Mirage Sea Realm. The entire realm was abuzz with tales of a rebellious and formidable Holy Son emerging from the Heaven Sect.

Consequently, many warriors from the Mirage Sea Realm flocked to the Heaven Sect, hoping to become disciples. Some sought just a glimpse of Yuwen Tian, who, at only twenty years old, had become a legend, particularly among the younger warriors eager to witness his true visage.

Yuwen Tian, now the object of pursuit and the idol of many young warriors in the Mirage Sea Realm, merely chuckled upon hearing of his newfound fame, utterly unfazed by the attention.

The Sixth Elder of the Foursquare Sect, Kun Feng, was livid upon learning of his nephew Faang Shen's death at the hands of Yuwen Tian.

An elder with a grim countenance, Kun Feng, furiously crushed a teacup in his hand and seethed, "Yuwen Tian, you're a dead man! How dare you kill my nephew? I swear you'll not die well!"

Enraged, Kun Feng approached the Sect Master of the Foursquare Sect, demanding, "Sect Master, that insolent Yuwen Tian had the audacity to slay our sect's Saint. We must spare no expense to exact vengeance on that unruly brat, Yuwen Tian."

The Sect Master of the Foursquare Sect, known as the Four Gods, was a middle-aged man who stood casually, his face devoid of any expression. His thoughts were a mystery to those around him.

"Yuwen Tian seems to be a promising new talent from the Heaven Sect," the Four Gods remarked coolly. "While this bodes well for them, it's unfortunate for us at the Foursquare Sect. Therefore, Yuwen Tian must be eliminated."

"Sect Master, Yuwen Tian is only twenty this year and already possesses the power to slay experts at the Fourth Heavenly Layer of the Violet Palace Realm. We must act swiftly to end him, granting him no further opportunity to grow, or we risk facing a formidable threat in the future."

The Sixth Elder of the Foursquare Sect, Kun Feng, spoke with a venomous tone, as if he could hardly wait to tear Yuwen Tian to pieces.

Kun Feng's desire to kill Yuwen Tian was stronger than anyone else's, for Faang Shen was not just his nephew, but also the one he had placed all his hopes on. Knowing his own talents were limited, Kun Feng saw Faang Shen as his only chance for advancement. Yuwen Tian had crushed that hope, and now, Kun Feng yearned to exact his revenge by any means necessary.

"Very well. The task of eliminating Yuwen Tian falls to you," the Four Gods stated indifferently. "Should you require assistance, inform me, and your needs will be met."

Satisfied, Kun Feng departed, intent on reaching Dongfang City with haste. His goal was to confront Yuwen Tian before he could return to the safety of the Heaven Sect, as the task would become significantly more challenging once Yuwen Tian was back within his own ranks.

The Foursquare Sect wasn't alone in its vendetta. Zi Yun, the Sect Master of the Purple Cloud Sect, and Zhan Hu, the Sect Master of the Battle Tiger Sect, were both enraged by the loss of their own chosen sons at the hands of Yuwen Tian. They, too, dispatched their elders to eliminate the prodigious talent of the Heaven Sect.

A figure cloaked in purple, radiating an aura of dread, soared out from the Purple Cloud Sect, drawing the gaze of many disciples.

"Isn't that Elder Qi? Why has he left the sect?" one of the Purple Cloud Sect's disciples wondered aloud, puzzled by the sight.

"He must be seeking vengeance for our sect's Holy Son, Zilong."

A similar scene unfolded at the Battle Tiger Sect, where a muscular man wielding twin hammers stomped on the ground, causing it to fracture like a spider's web. Propelled by his formidable strength, he launched himself skyward and sped toward Dongfang City in the Mirage Sea Realm.

In Dongfang City, Yuwen Tian, having slain the three Holy Sons from various sects, understood the gravity of his actions. Eliminating inner circle disciples was one thing, but the murder of Holy Sons was bound to incite deep-seated enmity.

"Saint, by doing this, you've made enemies of those three sects—they won't let this go," Bai Ling'er expressed, her face etched with concern.

The other Heaven Sect disciples shared her anxious looks, their eyes fixed on Yuwen Tian.

With a composed demeanor, Yuwen Tian responded, "The Foursquare Sect, Battle Tiger Sect, and Purple Cloud Sect will surely send their elders after me, with strengths no less than the fourth tier of the Violet Palace Realm."

Yuwen Tian had anticipated this response, yet the allure of 5000 villain's points outweighed the risks for him.

The disciples' worry deepened upon hearing his words.

Bai Ling'er, visibly upset, questioned him, "Knowing that these sects are after you, how can you remain so serene, as if it doesn't bother you in the slightest?"

"Who says I'm not bothered? But what's done is done; fretting won't help," Yuwen Tian maintained his calm. "I reckon they're already en route. Given their speed, they're likely to intercept us before I can escort you all back to the Heaven Sect."

Alarmed, Bai Ling'er asked, "What do we do?"

"There's only one thing to do. You all head back first. The Core disciples can lead the remaining inner sect disciples," Yuwen Tian instructed, unperturbed. "I'll stay here in Dongfang City. I'm their target. As long as I remain, they won't trouble you."