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He Lang's horsetail whisk pointed at Li Xiaoyao, with mighty spiritual energy converging from all directions, instantly amplifying the power of his attack by several times over.

Like the roar of dragons and tigers, it transformed into a gray beam of light shooting towards Li Xiaoyao.

The cultivators below exclaimed in admiration.

"Master He's cultivation level has actually surpassed the Spirit Cultivation Realm!"

"Our Zhu Island City has produced another Spirit Cultivation Realm master indeed!"

Facing the attack, Li Xiaoyao's expression remained unchanged. In the palm of his hand, a vortex of spiritual energy rapidly condensed, seemingly only the size of an egg, but containing a tremblingly powerful energy.

Li Xiaoyao tossed his palm, and the vortex of spiritual energy instantly flew out, striking precisely against He Lang's attack.

"Puff!"

The two attacks met, instantly merging and annihilating each other.

He Lang, with a look of surprise in his eyes, said, "You actually possess such formidable cultivation?"

"I have many techniques at my disposal, and it only takes one move to kill you," Li Xiaoyao said indifferently.

"Arrogant young man! In my years roaming the four seas, what genius haven't I seen? Even the successors of Xuan Country's Eight Great Sects have crossed hands with me, yet we've never determined the victor. How dare you speak so presumptuously?"

"The more you bring up the past, the more it proves you're trash," Li Xiaoyao shook his head and said coldly.

These words provoked great fury in He Lang's heart. He let out a furious grunt, pointed his horsetail whisk towards the sky, and shot towards Li Xiaoyao like a raging wind.

"Bring it on!"

The two once again clashed in battle, and the cultivators below, seeing Li Xiaoyao managing to fight He Lang without being at a disadvantage, nearly popped their eyes out of astonishment.

"Hmph, just a fluke," Yang Bo said, although he was surprised by the strength Li Xiaoyao displayed, he subconsciously felt that Li Xiaoyao was relying on luck rather than true strength.

Ren Li kept a cold smile without speaking. He had great confidence in Li Xiaoyao. It wasn't just the well-known He Lang he thought Li Xiaoyao could handle; even if it were the Heavenly Emperor himself, he believed Li Xiaoyao would not be outmatched.

As if to prove his thoughts, Li Xiaoyao met He Lang with an extremely aggressive stance, and slapped a palm towards He Lang's crown.

He Lang felt the terrifying energy emanating from Li Xiaoyao's palm and lifted his horsetail whisk in an attempt to block.

"Crack!"

The horsetail whisk broke in half, unable to slow the momentum of Li Xiaoyao's hand in the slightest, as it struck down ferociously on He Lang's crown.

"Crack!" The crown shattered in an instant, and He Lang's head was gruesomely misshaped by the mighty force, rapidly draining of life.

He Lang's body plummeted from the sky, rapidly falling towards the ground, and slammed into it creating a huge crater.

"Bang!"

The people at the foot of the mountain jumped in fright, and as the smoke cleared, they saw the lifeless He Lang in the crater, causing a great shock to spread among them.

The cultivators were the most shaken. They could never have imagined that Li Xiaoyao would be the victor in the end. What they found hardest to accept was how effortlessly Li Xiaoyao had slain He Lang.

He was a cultivator from the Spirit Cultivation Realm. Without even using spells, he was cut down as easily as if Li Xiaoyao were chopping vegetables.

Yang Bo stood outside the crowd, in disbelief, with a look of utter bewilderment on his face.

"Master is... dead?"

Yang Bo, his feet scarcely touching the ground, stepped into the crater, staring at the familiar but no longer kind face, feeling not sorrow or anger, but fear.

"Not even my master was his match, I must leave at once," Yang Bo said to himself, as he quickly turned and fled.

A figure descended from the sky with a thunderous crash.

"Bang!!!"

People turned toward the sound and saw Li Xiaoyao in a black robe standing steadily at the foot of the mountain, his demeanor as calm as ever, with not a speck of dust on his robe.

"Master." Ren Li quickly approached, looking him up and down, and seeing that Li Xiaoyao had no injuries, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Li Xiaoyao glanced indifferently at Yang Bo who had run hundreds of meters away and wasn't concerned. A disciple who fled out of cowardice when his master died would never become a person of significance.

"Let's go," Li Xiaoyao said lightly.

...

The Ren Family.

"I heard Master He challenged Li Xiaoyao to a duel."

"I've checked, and it's true."

The eldest of the Ren Family said in a deep voice, remaining silent for a few seconds before speaking, "It is said that Master He possesses the power to commune with ghosts and deities. That Li Xiaoyao probably won't win."

"Yes, I think so too."

"What about the task Li Xiaoyao assigned to us yesterday...?"

Decisively, the Ren family elder cut in, "We need not bother with it, not even I can find any useful connection with the Huo Family. We'll wait to see if he survives first."

While they were discussing, the eldest Ren's cellphone rang. Seeing the caller, his eyelids twitched, "There's news."

He pressed the answer button and placed the phone to his ear. The words spoken by the person on the other end caused the elder's hand to tremble slightly.

Without knowing when the call had ended, the Ren family elder carefully breathed a sigh of relief and turned to the others, "Get in touch with the Huo Family immediately; there must be a result within half an hour."

"Big brother, what happened? What was said in that phone call just now?" The reaction of the elder Ren piqued the curiosity of the others.

The elder's gaze was heavy as he said, "Master He... is dead. Killed by Li Xiaoyao, reportedly with a single move."

The others were shocked, having believed that Li Xiaoyao would have no chance of survival once Master He made a move. Yet who would have thought Master He would turn out to be such a disappointment, a mere poser incapable of even withstanding a single strike from Li Xiaoyao.

...

On the way back to the Ren Family, Li Xiaoyao asked, "Call your uncles and ask how the task I gave them is progressing. If there's still no news, tell them they need not contact me in the future."

"Alright, I'll call right away." Ren Li took out his cellphone and dialed the elder Ren's number; after two beeps, the call connected.

"Lil' Li, what's up?" Elder Ren asked warmly.

Ren Li spoke icily, "Master wants me to ask how you have handled the task he entrusted to you."

The Ren family elder's heart skipped a beat, internally relieved that he had resolved the matter just in time; otherwise, he really would have had no excuse.

"Lil' Li, as you know, although our Ren Family may seem powerful, we pale in comparison to the Huo Family. Even so, I couldn't arrange a direct meeting with the Huo Family's decision-makers, but I still managed to contact the third young master of the Huo Family."

"Tonight, at the Huo Family's annual gathering, our Ren Family originally had three invitations, but I managed to secure two additional spots at a cost. Tell Mr. Li that I will be waiting for him at the entrance to the gathering tonight."

Ren Li hung up the phone and looked toward Li Xiaoyao.

Having heard every word through the phone, Li Xiaoyao nodded and asked, "Where is the gathering taking place?"

"The Huo Family's annual gathering is always held on the Yibai ship; it departs from Yali Port at seven-thirty in the evening, circling Zhu Island City."

"Alright, I got it," Li Xiaoyao murmured, and slowly closed his eyes.