Huang Yang took a deep breath before bowing to his grandfather. He then turned to look at Huang Zhilan, whose eyes already seemed to pierce into his soul.
Huang Yang was not new to this kind of hate, yet he would not run, he knew that he was stronger than this kid, who may have been four years older than him. From what he had heard, this cousin of his had only broken through to the first level of the opening realm four months ago.
The two bowed to each other, as a sign of respect, or more out of tradition. Before Huang Yang raised his head, he heard the sound of a sword leaving its home. The sound of a sheath hitting the ground, brought Huang Yang's senses through the roof.
He straightened his back and looked at this opponent of his.
Huang Zhilan had his sword drown, pointing towards Huang Yang. Flames of rage flared in his eyes as he looked at him.
He took a deep breath as his aura began to increase. The aura of a second stage opening realm martial artist!
"The hate I have for trash like you, has allowed me to advance, so I guess I should thank you, by only crippling you", he said with a wicked smile.
Huang Shi's rage seemed to ignite as he heard the words, however, the one who ended up talking was the family's very own patriarch. "We are a family of cultivators, not barbarians... I will not allow the fight to go beyond a certain extent".
Huang Zhilan only gave a quick reply before bursting with power. He charged with high speed towards Huang Yang, with his sword ready to strike.
Huang Yang pulled his sword from his back with a swift movement. The guests stood in awe of the giant sword, which seemed too big for a child like him to carry.
The power in Huang Yang's arms burst out, as he used the Bronzefire greatsword like a shield, smashing its tip into the ground. Zhilan trajectory diverted like Huang Yang's did last time he fought Pen Min.
The true difference in experience showed itself here, as this Huang genius almost fell right on his butt. He had no balance or instinct. It was painfully obvious that he hadn't pushed himself as hard as Huang Yang when training, but then again who did at that age.
The quest then and there realized that this six-year-old had reached the second level of the opening realm. People looked at him differently, especially Huang Rou and her daughter Huang Yao, who seemed to only care about strength and talent.
The guests looked at the boy with different emotions, his grandfather felt happy, while elder Hong had anger across his face. Down by her father, Huang Mei's eyes shined as she looked at this strong boy, who she called brother.
"Disgusting, how dare you take my place... This is my family, Not! Yours!", Huang Zhilan roared in rage.
From the side stood his father, Huang Lang, who felt pain in his heart. His son had always been prideful, due to his talent. Had it not been for Huang Yang, he would have kept on being the number one talent of the family. He understood his hate.
Today, however, his son's hate seemed abnormally brutal. A ten-year-old, shouldn't know anything about death, they shouldn't think about crippling another. While Huang Lang felt hate towards Huang Yang, he had fearful eyes when looking at this son of his.
Huang Yang looked at Huang Zhilan, with unseen determination, he would not let himself be defeated or pushed around. He tilted his sword within his hands, making sure to strike Huang Zhilan as if he was a baseball.
While he felt hate towards him, he didn't wanna see him bleed. Huang Yang was six and, therefore, not that brutal.
He bent his knees and flexed his small muscles, calmly awaiting the arrival of Huang Zhilan.
Veins appeared on Huang Zhilan's arms and legs, as he broke the bricks beneath him while charging. His sword was raised above his head, and a small amount of heat emitted from his sword.
Reaching Huang Yang, he allowed his arms to descend towards the kid below him.
Huang Yang drove his qi, creating a connection with the metal elements, which gave his blade more speed. A screeching sound was heard as the swords clashed.
A painful groan was heard as a sword flew off the stage. The dust had blown up into Huang Yang's eyes, yet he did not look away. His body was steady, as his legs had broken down into the courtyard floor, through pure force.
Blood hit the ground when Huang Zhilan tumbled towards the edge of the stage, in the direction of his father. His eyes had lost focus, while blood fell from his mouth.
"What did you do to my son!", shouted Huang Lang as his aura boomed, bringing down pressure on Huang Yang's body, who only managed to stand thanks to his high tier body and sword.
The other family members all readied themselves for action, each prepared to choose a side to stand with.
Time then stopped as a burst of wicked laughter sounded out. It echoed in the entire courtyard, even spreading across the whole Huang estate.
Huang Lang's face changed as he looked down upon this beaten son of his. The laughter only began to intensify.
Red lines began crawling in towards Huang Zhilan's pupils, as his aura began to grow. Green gas seemed to seep out from every single pore of his body. It tied itself around his neck, before fusing with his body.
A green mark of a snake formed on the neck of Huang Zhilan, as he found his footing on the stage. He gave off a terrifying feeling, as his laughter continued to run wildly. "I want to see you beneath me, to see you fall!!", he shouted as he looked at Huang Yang, like looking at a prey.
Confusion filled the courtyard as they witnessed the scene. This genius had turned into nothing more than a demon.
With speed invisible to Huang Yang's eyes, Huang Zhilan vanished. Cold sweat appeared from his neck and down in fear.
He drove his qi with all of his might. Taking a deep breath he shut his eyes, trying to sense the location of Huang Zhilan.
With a bolt of lightning, he communicated with the metal elements. His sword shot up from behind him, as a shockwave shot out.
His eyes opened as he twisted his body. Before his eyes, he saw Huang Zhilan, whose fist had a crimson color after blood had sprung out due to the hardness of the sword. A big sword is great when used as a shield.
Huang Yang held nothing back as a perfect human tier weapon, strength burst forth from his fist.
Huang Zhilan looked at the fist with a mocking smile, yet as the fist planted itself on his face, his pupils shrank. The sound of bones breaking could be heard, starting from the nose and down to the jawline.
Blood once again began to flow as Huang Zhilan fell back. Blood emerged from every corner of his face, while the green snake began to coil. It grew for every second as the aura of the young boy seemed to grow with it.
"What is this Huang Hong, how dare you to let your grandchild train in demonic technique!", yelled Huang Canfeng from his patriarch chair.
Huang Hong gave no reply, he had nothing to say, as he did not have any clue regarding the powers Huang Zhilan had shown today. It was obvious that this grandchild of his was now nothing more than a demon, only thinking about killing his younger cousin.
What none of them noticed, was that a smile was beginning to form over the lips of Huang Long, who silently stood by his father's side. His eyes sparkled as if watching fireworks for the first time.
This would, however, go unnoticed, as the bleeding body of Huang Zhilan was the only interesting factor.
The snake seemed to be pulling the unconscious and mutilated body of its owner back into the fight with a vicious charge. Huang Zhilan displayed no ability to think, only randomly charging and punching out after Huang Yang, who kept on dodging.
After a while, it seemed to give up, as it left the stage. The snake mark seemed to emerge from the young man's body, seeking a new life for it to feast on, in order for it to wake up its host.
The weak little Huang Mei was on the verge of tears as she witnessed it all. The snake's eyes met hers and began dragging the body of Huang Zhilan towards her.
The snake started to strike, yet soon felt the force of Huang Hao as he defended his daughter. More and more snakes began to crawl out from the body of Huang Zhilan.
"Don't you dare!", yelled the patriarch and Huang Shi as they saw the scene. The other people watching, charged over to help.
Bloody cuts and wounds appeared on the helping family members as they defended the young girl.
Huang Rou and Yao ran off in fear, while Huang Lang and Hong stared at Huang Zhilan in sadness. They didn't know what to do. It all happened too fast.
Huang Yang saw the scene in fear, he noticed how the snakes grew with each drop of blood. As his family felt despair, the snakes began to laugh through Huang Zhilan's body.
With a determined look, Huang Yang held his sword in one hand, letting it slide along the ground as he took off running a few steps.
His connection with the metal was recreated as he threw the sword, adding momentum and power to it. Before reaching Huang Zhilan, the former lifeless eyes seemed to awaken. He locked eyes with his father as a tear rolled down along his cheek.
He gave a painful scream before falling to the ground. A greatsword stuck through his chest.
The snakes began to shake before dissipating.
Silence.
The sound of battle had vanished, leaving only the sadness it had brought.
Huang Yang looked at his hands in fear of what had just happened.
Huang Lang looked at his son, still remembering the contact they had before the sword pierced him.
By the side stood a boy with a smile. "Master is wise...".