BTTH : Emperor Yang

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In the sky, the battlefield was in utter chaos.

Among it all, the battle between Xiao Yan and Fan Lao drew quite a bit of attention.

After all, a mere Dou Ling was actually managing to hold off a Dou Huang-level opponent—this undoubtedly alleviated much of the pressure on Jia Nan Academy's side.

Just as Xiao Yan was bitterly holding on—

"Old man, aren't you ashamed to bully a Dou Ling with your Dou Huang strength?"

A childish voice suddenly rang out.

Then, a petite figure suddenly appeared in the battlefield. With a flick of her light-purple ponytail, her tiny fist punched fiercely forward.

In an instant, the air in front of the small fist compressed into an invisible air cannon, colliding head-on with Fan Lao's attack.

Boom!

With a deep explosion, shockwaves rippled outward, shaking the surrounding space into a slight tremble.

"You!"

Fan Lao's eyes froze at first, then locked onto the tiny girl like a venomous snake. His expression darkened as he growled, "You're looking for death!"

The sudden appearance of this fierce little girl drew the focused gazes of many nearby.

Her earlier strike had no tricks or fancy technique—it was pure, raw physical strength. She had forcibly blocked a Dou Huang-level strike from Fan Lao using nothing but her body.

Such terrifying bodily power was hard to comprehend.

Especially since it came from a small girl with such a petite frame.

Wei Yang's eyes widened slightly as he stared at the girl, unable to stop himself from murmuring in shock, "It's her!"

The girl was Zi Yan.

A Ancient Void Dragon cub, a pure-blood royal—yet another little rich lady.

In terms of background, she was no less than Gu Xun'er, perhaps even surpassing her.

Her father was a near-legendary figure in the Dou Qi Continent—a Nine-Star Dou Sheng at the peak of his realm. Now that was a powerful thigh to hold onto!

Unfortunately, big bro Zhu Kun was currently on gatekeeping duty for Tuo She Ancient God.

Still, Zi Yan's noble background was undeniable—there were few in the world who could compare.

Zi Yan clenched her little fists, pouting slightly. With a few punches through the air, sonic booms echoed around her.

Raising her little chin defiantly, she stared fearlessly at Fan Lao and said, "Old man, if you kill Xiao Yan, are you gonna make me pills to eat?"

Fan Lao's expression darkened further. He couldn't be bothered to argue anymore.

With his temperament, it didn't matter if it was a little girl—or even a baby—if they pissed him off, he wouldn't hesitate to kill them.

At that moment, blood-red energy began to surge around his palm again, condensing ferociously.

Seeing this, the delicate features of Zi Yan's doll-like face turned slightly serious. She tightened her small fists.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Just as Fan Lao was about to strike, two sharp gusts of wind echoed across the sky.

Two figures flashed through the air and appeared at Zi Yan's side.

The newcomers were Lin Xiuya and Liu Qing, two of the top three ranked in the Inner Academy's Strong Ranking.

Both were at the half-step Dou Wang level. Now, with Zi Yan, a true Dou Wang, all top three of the Strong Ranking were assembled.

At this critical moment for the Inner Academy, they had all chosen to stand up.

"Jie jie, you three Dou Lings and one Dou Wang think you can fight me?" Fan Lao sneered eerily.

"Old man, you sure talk a lot of crap!" Zi Yan snapped with a pout, then took the initiative to strike.

Her small body trembled slightly, then shot toward Fan Lao like a cannonball. Her tightly clenched fist gathered an overwhelmingly terrifying force.

Behind her, Xiao Yan, Lin Xiuya, and Liu Qing followed close behind.

"A bunch of juniors dare to be this arrogant!" Fan Lao laughed in rage and lunged forward as well.

As a long-renowned Dou Huang powerhouse in the Black-Corner Region, one of the top ten on the Black Rankings, when had he ever been so underestimated?

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The battle reignited.

Yet, after several exchanges, Fan Lao found himself feeling unexpectedly frustrated.

He was actually being pushed back.

That freakishly strong little girl was one thing—her tiny fists packed devastating power. Even someone like Fan Lao didn't dare let his guard down against her.

And then there was Xiao Yan—who was supposed to be the weakest.

That Four-Star Dou Ling was a monster.

The more he fought, the stronger he got. The power he now displayed was completely beyond the Dou Ling level.

As for the other two half-step Dou Wangs, their combat strength could rival that of regular low-tier Dou Wangs.

For a moment, Fan Lao was completely overwhelmed—forced into a disadvantage under the combined assault of the four.

Far away, Wei Yang, who had been quietly observing the situation, curled his lips.

But truth be told, Fan Lao couldn't be entirely blamed—after all, the opponents he was facing were far from ordinary.

Zi Yan, due to her true form, possessed terrifying physical strength. Her actual combat power couldn't be judged by ordinary Dou Wang standards.

As for Xiao Yan, the reason he kept growing stronger as the fight went on? No need to ask—it was obvious that Yao Lao was secretly supporting him from the shadows.

Add to that the top talents of this year's Inner Academy—Lin Xiuya and Liu Qing, ranked in the top three—and Fan Lao being suppressed wasn't that surprising after all.

Wei Yang's interest in this battle was mainly focused on Zi Yan. He watched her with a curious expression.

This was no ordinary girl—this was the legendary ancient overlord: a Ancient Void Dragon.

"Brother Yang, that little girl… her physical strength is terrifying…" Xian'er stared in stunned disbelief.

She truly couldn't imagine how such a small body could contain such overwhelming power.

"She's not human—she's a magic beast," Wei Yang explained.

"Ah? A magic beast?" Xian'er gasped in surprise.

But magical beasts weren't supposed to be able to take human form until they reached the Dou Zong level, right?

"Maybe she accidentally consumed some Shape-Shifting Flower, which caused her to take human form early," Wei Yang offered.

"Mhm." Xian'er nodded—only that explanation seemed plausible.

Time passed.

The great melee was still raging on.

But surprisingly, the first battlefield to reach a conclusion was the one around Xiao Yan.

It was also the fiercest fight in the entire sky.

Because both sides were fighting to kill.

By now, Xiao Yan had gradually begun to unleash the might of a Dou Huang.

"Great Blood Bodhisattva Devourer!"

"Flame Splitting Tsunami!"

As the two Earth Grade Dou Techniques collided, a massive explosion erupted.

From the point of impact—where the azure energy and blood-red energy met—an energy shockwave erupted like a tornado, sweeping across the skies.

The space at the point of contact twisted violently, deep wrinkles clearly visible in the air.

The sheer force of the clash had almost torn open the sky.

The resulting energy storm, filled with azure flame and blood-colored force, spanned dozens of meters in size. The destructive power it unleashed made even elite experts change expressions.

Countless pavilions and buildings were instantly reduced to rubble.

Everything within several hundred meters of the black Blazing Sky Qi Refining Tower, including houses and even trees, was completely obliterated by the sweeping energy storm.

That azure flame caught the eye of Han Feng, standing in the distance—his expression instantly tensed.

"Heavenly Flame!"

His eyes locked unblinking onto the sweeping azure flames, a flicker of undisguised shock flashing across his face.

He hadn't expected that today, of all days, he would see yet another Heavenly Flame appear on a young man.

"Judging from the color of the flames, and the occasional flickering illusion of a lotus flower while it burns… It must be the Green Lotus Core Flame, ranked nineteenth on the Heavenly Flame Ranking!"

Han Feng's pupils contracted rapidly. As his gaze returned to Xiao Yan, a trace of greed began to emerge.

"Haha! Heaven is truly helping me! To think I'd encounter two Heavenly Flames in a single day!"

"This trip was worth it! If I can seize both of them, and refine them using that remnant copy of Flame Mantra… What level would my strength reach then?!"

His mind raced with possibilities. A cold smirk and a fiery obsession gradually surfaced at the corners of Han Feng's mouth.

Honestly, Wei Yang calling Han Feng trash might have been a bit unfair.

If it weren't for the Flame Mantra, Han Feng wouldn't still be stuck at the peak of Dou Huang even now.

He had been completely dragged down by the cultivation technique.

Not only was the Flame Mantra notoriously difficult to train, but he was cultivating a fragmented version…

If not for that, he probably would have made it to high-tier Dou Zong by now—or even peak Dou Zong.

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