Invincible Divine Sword

18 Chapter 18 Act Tonight

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All laughter, excitement, and joy came to an abrupt halt.

Yang Ming, Yang Hai, and Chen Yuan were stunned.

Cheng Beibei was stunned.

All the guards of Yang Family Manor were stunned.

Even Yang Chao and Huang Ying were completely dumbfounded.

“Fourth, fourth rank!” Chen Yuan stuttered, looking at Yang Xiaotian standing on the Martial Arts Stage with disbelief.

“Impossible!” Yang Hai was equally incredulous.

A second-rank Giant Tortoise Martial Soul, breaking through to the fourth rank in less than two months?

While everyone was shocked and in disbelief, Yang Ling’er was clapping and laughing: “Brother is awesome!”

At that moment, Yang Zhong, who had been blasted to the edge of the Martial Arts Stage, struggled through the pain as he got up, stared furiously at Yang Xiaotian, unable to accept what was before his eyes: “How can you be stronger than me with a second-rank Giant Tortoise Martial Soul!”

“I don’t believe it!”

Having said that, he once again channeled his Fighting Spirit and bombarded Yang Xiaotian like mad.

“Tiger King descending the mountain!” he roared.

“Tiger King descending the mountain” was the most powerful attack of the Tiger King Fist.

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This move, like a fierce tiger rushing down from a high mountain, had an unstoppable force.

This punch from Yang Zhong was undoubtedly much stronger than the previous one.

If this punch landed, Yang Xiaotian’s ribs were likely to be broken in several places.

The power of Fighting Spirit at the late third rank could blow away an adult when exerted with full force.

However, Yang Xiaotian didn’t even look and just raised his hand to throw another punch.

Bang!

Their fists collided.

Yang Zhong was once again blown away like leaves in a strong wind, this time directly off the Martial Arts Stage and onto the ground below.

The ground shook.

Seeing Yang Zhong thrown to the ground, everyone’s hearts were deeply shaken.

“Zhong’er.” Yang Hai snapped out of his reverie and rushed to Yang Zhong’s side, picked up Yang Zhong, and found that his injuries were not severe, only that he had fainted; only then did he heave a sigh of relief.

Yang Hai then turned and glared furiously at Yang Chao: “Yang Chao, aren’t you going to admit it? You must have stolen the family’s money to buy your son a large amount of Foundation Building Spiritual Liquid!”

Yang Ming also looked at his son Yang Chao with an unfriendly gaze.

Clearly, he believed his eldest son’s accusation.

Otherwise, how could Yang Xiaotian, with a second-rank Martial Soul, break through to the fourth rank so quickly.

Unless Yang Xiaotian had consumed a large amount of Foundation Building Spiritual Liquid.

“A large amount of Foundation Building Spiritual Liquid?” At this moment, Yang Xiaotian sneered: “Do you think everyone is like your worthless son, needing to consume a large amount of Foundation Building Spiritual Liquid to break through to the third rank, or fourth rank?”

Yang Hai’s face turned red with anger: “You!”

Yang Xiaotian jumped down from the Martial Arts Stage and said to his still stunned parents Yang Chao and Huang Ying: “Father, Mother, let’s go.”

Yang Chao and Huang Ying came to their senses, looking at their son Yang Xiaotian, yet not knowing what to say.

Under the complex gazes of the crowd, Yang Xiaotian and the others left the scene.

Back in the yard, Yang Chao and Huang Ying tried several times to ask their son what exactly had happened, but eventually they swallowed their words.

However, the young girl Yang Ling’er kept chattering excitedly without pause.

That day, the Yang Xiaotian family moved out of Yang Family Manor.

Due to the hasty timing, the newly purchased residence still had many areas overgrown with weeds. After moving, Yang Xiaotian and his family started to clear the weeds in every corner of the yard.

They were busy until dusk, when Yang Xiaotian finally had time to go to the Wind Cloud Commerce Guild to collect the remaining medicinal materials.

At the Wind Cloud Commerce Guild, Wen Jingyi had been anxiously waiting. Seeing Yang Xiaotian arrive, her pretty face beamed with joy. She respectfully presented the medicinal materials to Yang Xiaotian, and also offered him the Wind Cloud Commerce Guild’s Purple Gold VIP Card.

“This Purple Gold VIP Card was personally instructed by our family head for me to present to you, sir. I hope you will accept it,” Wen Jingyi said cautiously and respectfully. “From now on, sir, when you come to our commerce guild to purchase anything, you can enjoy a twenty percent discount.”

A twenty percent discount?

Yang Xiaotian did not decline and accepted it.

Seeing Yang Xiaotian accept the Purple Gold VIP Card, Wen Jingyi was elated. Then Yang Xiaotian suddenly asked, “Is that Wen Jiawei a member of your Wen Family?”

Wen Jingyi noted the tone in Yang Xiaotian’s voice wasn’t right, and her heart skipped a beat, filled with nervousness. “Wen Jiawei is my cousin. Has he offended you, sir?”

“I’ll have him come right now to kowtow and apologize to you, sir,” she began.

Yang Xiaotian interrupted her, “No need. Just tell him to avoid getting too close to Zeng Hongsen of the Zeng Family.”

Wen Jingyi grasped the implication in Yang Xiaotian’s words, and her heart lightened. She immediately promised, “Rest assured, sir. I will order him to sever ties with Zeng Hongsen of the Zeng Family.”

Yang Xiaotian remained noncommittal, disappearing into the darkness just as he had the last time, gradually fading from Wen Jingyi’s sight.

Watching Yang Xiaotian vanish before her eyes, Wen Jingyi took a deep breath and immediately had someone drag Wen Jiawei back from the tavern, severely reprimanding him.

Although Wen Jiawei was Wen Jingyi’s cousin, his status in the family was worlds apart from hers, and he was terrified by the scolding.

Upon learning that Zeng Hongsen had offended a mysterious alchemist, and that it had implicated him, Wen Jiawei immediately harbored resentment towards Zeng Hongsen.

No sooner had Wen Jiawei returned to his own residence and settled down than he heard a report from his subordinates that Zeng Hongsen of the Zeng Family had come to visit.

Upon hearing this, Wen Jiawei was livid and stormed out.

Zeng Hongsen, who had been waiting outside the main gate, happily came forward when he saw Wen Jiawei appear. But before he could speak, he saw Wen Jiawei suddenly deliver a kick to his chest, sending him flying several meters.

Dumbfounded, Zeng Hongsen looked at Wen Jiawei, “Sir, why?”

Unexpectedly, Wen Jiawei charged forward again, delivering another fierce kick, sending Zeng Hongsen rolling away once more.

“Why?” Wen Jiawei stared at Zeng Hongsen with a murderous gaze. “You’re asking me why? You offended that mysterious alchemist and now want to drag me down with you?”

A mysterious alchemist?

Zeng Hongsen was completely confused.

When had he ever offended an alchemist?

“Sir, I didn’t,” Zeng Hongsen hurriedly tried to explain.

“Didn’t?” Wen Jiawei scoffed. “In the future, let me not see you again, or every time I do, I’ll beat you up.” He then added fiercely, “Get lost, and if you dare to come to my estate again, I will break your legs!”

Seeing that Wen Jiawei was not joking, Zeng Hongsen didn’t dare to explain anymore. He hurriedly picked himself up and scrambled away, disappearing into the end of the street.

Upon returning to his place, Zeng Hongsen grew increasingly angry as he thought about it. He really couldn’t figure out what alchemist he had offended that made Wen Jiawei so infuriated with him.

“Family head, today Yang Chao’s family has already moved into their new residence,” one of his subordinates came in to report at this moment. “Shall we let our people take action tonight as planned?”

Looking at the gap in the mirror where Yang Chao had knocked out his teeth, Zeng Hongsen coldly said, “Tell them to do it tonight. Knock out all of Yang Chao’s teeth one by one for me.”