NOVEL WEB Ch. 120
Chapter 120: Holy Son Takes Action
Gu Fan's eyes emitted a cold gleam, showing no hesitation just because this was Holy Son Peak or that his opponent was someone from Holy Son Peak.
This made the disciples from the surrounding peaks secretly startled—he really was a ruthless person.
Especially the others from Holy Son Peak, who were so furious they were nearly coughing up blood.
Jiang Tianxin was the number one among the third-generation disciples of their peak, and his strength was something everyone had witnessed.
Even the Holy Son had said that he might have a chance to follow in his footsteps in the future.
In the Primordial Yang Realm, he had once crossed realms to kill someone at the fourth layer of the True Yang Realm. That was not a draw—it was a kill!
Such a genius was now being trampled underfoot, having his bones broken one after another.
It was an utter humiliation to Holy Son Peak!
"Gu Fan, if you keep this up, you'll thoroughly offend the Holy Son! You may have talent, but you have no idea how powerful and gifted the Holy Son really is."
Gu Fan's foot was already on Jiang Tianxin’s third limb, and he spoke with disdain:
"We cultivators are born to contend—with Heaven, with Earth, with others!"
"Jiang Tianxin, you have talent and a good root bone, but without the heart of a strong man, you will never be my match in this lifetime!"
With that, he once again stomped and crushed Jiang Tianxin’s head.
"Stop wasting words. Either admit defeat, or after I break your fifth limb, I’ll spare your life."
Jiang Tianxin's expression changed drastically. He could endure having four limbs broken—after all, cultivators had strong regenerative abilities.
But when the words "fifth limb" came out, he became truly afraid.
"Gu Fan, f*** your—"
Before he could finish, a sharp pain shot through him.
"Alright, four limbs broken. Once the last limb is dealt with, this match will be over!"
As he finished speaking, Gu Fan raised his foot toward Jiang Tianxin’s crotch.
This action made every male disciple present feel a sudden chill between their legs and instinctively clamp them together.
"This Gu Fan is simply a devil! He has no demeanor of a top expert at all!"
"Acts without the slightest scruple—definitely a brute from the Lower Realm!"
"Gu Fan, using such despicable tricks to humiliate a disciple of Holy Son Peak makes you the enemy of all disciples from the other nine peaks as well!"
On the stage, Gu Fan sneered coldly:
"Such arrogance. If your Holy Son Peak disciple refuses to surrender, am I not allowed to continue fighting? And what do you mean by offending Holy Son Peak is the same as offending all other nine peaks?"
"From your words, are you saying that disciples from the other peaks are subordinates of Holy Son Peak? Or perhaps a tier lower than you?"
These words also made disciples from the other peaks uncomfortable, though the disciples of Holy Son Peak remained indifferent.
"Enough!"
At that moment, a voice came forth, ethereal and clear.
Sound waves radiated outward, forcing all cultivators to retreat, and even Gu Fan was shaken by the immense power of the voice, causing him to lift his foot.
"Jiang Tianxin, concede."
Hearing that, Jiang Tianxin, who was collapsed on the ground, turned pale. After a moment of hesitation, he reluctantly said:
"You win, Gu Fan!"
With that, several Holy Son Peak disciples came forward and carried him away.
Gu Fan stood on the nearly destroyed arena, gazing in the direction from which the voice had come.
Though he had won the match, his face showed no sign of joy.
Because just now, a single voice had been enough to force him back.
At that moment, that person's divine sense was still fixated on Gu Fan, as if scrutinizing him.
Merely being stared at made Gu Fan feel a tingling pain across his skin.
One could imagine just how terrifying the owner of that voice was!
And on Holy Son Peak, someone with the power to observe the match while displaying such strength could only be—without a doubt—the rumored Holy Son!
Then, the divine sense seemed to lose interest, slowly dispersing without lingering.
By the time Gu Fan snapped out of it, his forehead had unknowingly broken out in a fine layer of sweat!
"Truly terrifying. Just a single divine sense made me feel as if facing a mortal enemy. So this is the weight of being number one among the disciples?"
Gu Fan muttered softly, sighing in admiration.
If the Holy Son was this powerful, then Fang Xue, who had fought with him multiple times and survived, clearly wasn't simple either. She was far more terrifying than she appeared on the surface.
"Disciple of Overlord Peak on the stage, will you continue to defend the arena or proceed to the next round?"
Gu Fan kept his gaze on the direction of the Holy Son Palace in the distance, then nodded.
"Continue!"
At the same time.
Inside the Holy Son Palace, a man in white robes was holding a chess piece, playing a game with a veiled woman.
"What are you planning to do with this guy?"
"Who?"
The woman chuckled a few times.
"No need to pretend in front of me. You’ve never been a generous person. Anyone who threatens you gets eliminated while still in the cradle."
The man shook his head. "No, you still don’t understand me."
"It’s not that I act against those who threaten me, but those who threaten my plans. In other words, if I die and the plan can no longer continue, that’s why I eliminate certain threats."
"But if someone can complete the plan in my place, I don’t mind someone trying to kill me."
The woman fell silent for a while. This time, she didn’t refute him, because she knew the man was speaking his true thoughts.
Aside from the plan he spoke of, he disdained lying.
This was none other than the current Holy Son of the Brahma God Sect, Ying Langtian!
"Ying Langtian, you really are a terrifying opponent."
Ying Langtian placed his piece down slowly, the corner of his lips curled, and his gaze turned toward the outside of the hall.
"Then don’t become my enemy."
With that, he turned his attention back to the chessboard.
"That guy still isn’t worth my effort. Besides, Fang Xue is watching too. With her presence, it wouldn’t be good to forcefully kill."
"Of course, more importantly, there’s no reason yet."
"Haha, true enough. For the mighty Holy Son to kill a newly admitted disciple—definitely lacking in stature."
The woman followed with a move.
"Let those beneath deal with those beneath."
"Aren’t you afraid another Fang Xue will emerge if left unchecked? I remember this boy has a Nine Rings Talent!"
"Don’t worry. I, Ying Langtian, am not so petty that I can’t tolerate a small fellow in the mid-stage of the Primordial Yang Realm. Even if he grows, I shall still be invincible."
Pa!
Ying Langtian placed down a chess piece and said casually:
"You’ve lost."
The woman froze for a moment, carefully examined the board, and then helplessly tossed down her piece.
"Indeed, another win for you."
Ying Langtian rose, turned his back to the woman, and leisurely walked toward the inner hall.
"That’s it for today. Don’t forget what you promised me."
"Of course, Lord Holy Son."
With that, the veiled woman slowly vanished where she stood, disappearing like a wisp of smoke.
In the arena battle zone.
By now, Gu Fan had won three consecutive matches, and the disciples behind were starting to hesitate in stepping up.
Even a half-step True Yang Realm cultivator from Holy Son Peak had been defeated earlier, and those of lower realms or battle power simply gave up altogether.
Especially the disciples of Holy Son Peak—they were even more reluctant to go up.
This Gu Fan seemed to hold a grudge against Holy Son Peak. As long as a Holy Son Peak disciple stepped up, his attacks were vicious.
If not a broken hand, then a broken leg.
Aside from Holy Son Peak, the only others who struck just as heavily were those from Sumeru Peak.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see they were targeting specific people.
At this moment, seeing that no one was stepping up, the presiding disciple could only obediently announce:
"Arena Two’s duel has concluded! The arena master: Gu Fan of Overlord Peak!!"