Chapter 107: Battle Against the Xuan Yu Holy Son

Three days later, on the night of the full moon.

"Brother Chen, are you really going? I've heard that both the Ouyang Clan and the Xuan Yu Holy Land have sent people."

At the foot of Drunken Immortal Pavilion, Wang De looked at Chen Xiaoming with a face full of alarm. Tonight was the centennial Immortal Banquet of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion. Many scions of Holy Lands and noble families had gathered. Yet, Chen Xiaoming was walking in so openly, making no effort to conceal himself. Wang De could already foresee the consequences.

"In an era of great strife, what is there to fear in a little tempering?"

With a single step, Chen Xiaoming had already entered Drunken Immortal Pavilion. Wang De hesitated for a moment before gritting his teeth and following.

Since Chen Xiaoming wasn't afraid, then what did he, a mere guide, have to fear?

Thanks to Wang De's status as a member of the Northern Plains Wang Clan, he had the right to attend the banquet. Under his lead, Chen Xiaoming arrived at the top floor of Drunken Immortal Pavilion.

The top floor was an entirely different world, akin to a celestial paradise. Streams murmured softly, lush greenery encircled the space, and celestial cranes soared gracefully through the air. Auspicious clouds drifted on the wind, filling the space with a refreshing natural aura—truly a sight befitting the residence of immortals.

A floating bridge stretched over rippling waters, surrounded by blooming celestial lotuses. At the center of the lake was a massive island. Although called an island, it was vast in size. At this moment, countless figures moved about on it, lively melodies playing as cups clinked in toasts, resembling a grand Peach Banquet.

Chen Xiaoming took in the scene with a glance before withdrawing his gaze and proceeding forward. In no time, he crossed the floating bridge, stepped past the celestial lotuses, and arrived at the heart of the island.

Upon setting foot on the island, attendants immediately approached to guide Wang De and Chen Xiaoming to their designated seats.

However, as soon as Chen Xiaoming appeared, more than a dozen gazes turned toward him. He followed those gazes, one by one, recognizing many as individuals he had previously defeated. Among them, he noticed a particularly adorable young girl biting her finger while glaring at him with an expression both fierce and endearing—it was Ouyang Qian.

Beside her stood an exceptionally beautiful young woman. She was like an orchid blooming in a secluded valley, transcendent and ethereal, as if she were one with the heavens and earth—a manifestation of nature's purest essence.

She appeared no older than fifteen or sixteen. Her black hair flowed like silk, her misty eyes glowed like rippling water, and her red lips and pearly teeth shimmered with crystalline light. With flawless jade-like skin and an ethereal figure wrapped in a faint haze, she seemed utterly immaculate—an unparalleled beauty.

For a brief moment, even Chen Xiaoming was dazed. However, he quickly regained his composure, looking away and continuing toward his seat.

"Hmph, an Immortal Banquet like this is no place for someone like you."

A cold voice rang out, causing Chen Xiaoming to pause mid-step. He turned his head to see a man in black, appearing no older than twenty, rising from his seat. With a single step, he positioned himself before Chen Xiaoming.

His eyes were like twin stars, brilliant and deep. Standing with his hands behind his back, he seemed to blend seamlessly with his surroundings. With every subtle movement, it felt as though Dao and law itself flowed through him.

"And you are?"

Frowning, Chen Xiaoming asked, not recognizing the man who had blocked his path.

"You are unworthy of knowing my name. However, today, you will pay for what you have done."

The black-clad man spoke calmly yet domineeringly, as if Chen Xiaoming were beneath his notice. Behind him, Wang De hurriedly sent a voice transmission to Chen Xiaoming before quietly stepping aside.

That was all he could do. Their acquaintance was fleeting at best; the most he could do was offer a warning.

Hearing Wang De's transmission, Chen Xiaoming was momentarily stunned before bursting into laughter. He had been using his powers for so long, yet he had never encountered someone this arrogant.

Was his power malfunctioning? Or had his silver staff lost its edge?

"Xuan Yu Holy Son? And you think you're qualified to say such things?"

So what if he was a Holy Son of a Sacred Land? If he wanted to reclaim the dignity of Xuan Yu Holy Land, he first needed to prove he had the strength to do so.

A Sacred Land that had never produced a Great Emperor or an Ultimate Imperial Weapon dared to challenge him?

The banquet hall grew silent. Many covertly chuckled, eager to witness the drama unfold. On one side stood the Holy Son of a Sacred Land; on the other, a rising genius who had consecutively defeated saintesses and noble daughters.

Many sects and noble families that bore grudges against Xuan Yu Holy Land sneered in anticipation, hoping to see their Holy Son defeated as well, humiliating their Sacred Land completely.

"Hmph, whether or not I'm qualified, we'll let strength decide. Do you dare fight me?"

Remaining unshaken by Chen Xiaoming's words, the Xuan Yu Holy Son calmly issued his challenge.

Their gazes locked for a moment, and Chen Xiaoming instantly made his decision.

Since his opponent insisted on throwing himself into the fray, he wouldn't hold back.

He had initially planned to let Xuan Yu Holy Land be, having already defeated their saintess. There was no need to humiliate them further by defeating their Holy Son as well.

But since the challenge had been issued, he had no reason to refuse.

"Let's go."

With a flicker of movement, the sky above tore open. The Xuan Yu Holy Son shot into the heavens, and without hesitation, Chen Xiaoming followed.

Under the starry sky, the two stood in midair, facing off.

"Damn, they're already fighting? This is going to be wild!"

Below, Wang De looked up at the impending battle, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He had expected a fight but hadn't anticipated it would break out so quickly.

The Xuan Yu Holy Son couldn't even wait until the banquet had begun before making his move.

"I'll give you one last chance—abolish your cultivation and return with me to the Sacred Land to kneel before the Holy Mountain in repentance. If you do, I will spare your life!"

Chen Xiaoming froze for a moment, scrutinizing the man before him with an expression of pity. How had his mind deteriorated so badly at such a young age?

"Hmph, ignorant fool!"

With a roar, the heavens trembled. Behind the Xuan Yu Holy Son, a portal to another world appeared, from which emerged the four sacred beasts: Dragon, Phoenix, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise. Brilliant radiance surged, illuminating the night sky as if turning it into day.

The Four Divine Beasts roared in unison, their combined might shaking the void. Terrifying energy surged like a starry river, engulfing the heavens in unparalleled brilliance.

The Xuan Yu Holy Son stood proudly in the void, the four sacred beasts encircling him, divine radiance cascading in waves. His blood essence surged like a tidal wave, his very breath brimming with celestial light that drowned the heavens.

"Not good! Brother Chen, be careful—it's the Four Symbols Sacred Physique!"

Below, Wang De shouted in alarm. The Four Symbols Sacred Physique embodied the combined power of the four divine beasts, making its wielder an unparalleled combatant.

Many onlookers gasped in admiration. No wonder the Xuan Yu Holy Son remained so confident even after their saintess had been defeated. It turned out he possessed such a formidable constitution.

At that moment, many doubted Chen Xiaoming's chances.

Even Wang De felt uneasy, but deep down, he had a strange certainty—Chen Xiaoming wouldn't fall so easily.

In the void, Chen Xiaoming merely gazed at the Xuan Yu Holy Son and shook his head in disappointment.

"Is that it? Is this all you have?"

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