Chapter 21: An Unexpected Weapon (3)

Senior Brother Jiang Nan narrowed his eyes, watching intently.

Although Huo Guang and his companions feigned composure, their hearts were filled with anxiety.

Feng Shao was momentarily taken aback, then sneered coldly, “Try it? Hahaha, though grandfather said not to disturb your life, this is your own suggestion. I’d like to see—seven years in the secular world, three layers of Strength Realm—have you improved at all?”

Strength Realm, third layer? Seven years ago, he was at the third layer, and seven years later, Yan Chuan still remained at the third layer.

Yan Chuan gave a bitter inward smile. It seemed that in these seven years, constant memory loss had made progress impossible. But it didn’t matter; his former self had finally awakened.

None of those behind Feng Shao intervened, not even Senior Brother Jiang Nan, who now watched coldly.

“Seven years ago, you weren’t my match. Seven years later, you’re still defeated at my hands,” Yan Chuan said calmly.

“Hahaha, such grand words! Though you can’t recall, I won’t let you off. Strength Realm? I could yawn and shake you to death! Hmph!” Feng Shao replied coldly.

“Like that frog’s roar just now?” Yan Chuan mocked.

“That wasn’t a frog’s roar, that was my sect’s technique, ‘Song to the Heavens’! Besides, I used only sixty percent of my power,” Feng Shao retorted, angered.

“Is that so? If your frog’s roar can move me from my spot, you win. How about it?” Yan Chuan replied disdainfully.

“Hah, haha, hahahaha!” Feng Shao laughed in fury.

“Since you brought this on yourself, don’t blame me!” Feng Shao said coldly.

As he spoke, Feng Shao stepped forward. Huo Guang and the others grew more anxious.

But Yan Chuan was unmoved. He even reached for a fruit from the table nearby, plucking a grape. He held it to his nose, inhaling its fragrance, and looked at Feng Shao with a calm expression.

On either side stood the assembled soldiers and the seventeen disciples of the Immortal Sect; at the center, Feng Shao and Yan Chuan faced off.

The battle between the two was about to erupt. Huo Guang, as a minister, dared not interfere without Yan Chuan’s order. Far off, Jiang Nan, accompanied by his junior disciples, watched with cold eyes.

Feng Shao was the grandson of the sect leader; none wished to cross him.

“Your frog’s roar may begin,” Yan Chuan said lightly, savoring the fruit’s scent.

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Not far away, at the mouth of Dragon Vein Mountain, beside the lake.

A young girl, fresh from her bath, donned a white shirt meant for men. Though the garment was made for a man, on her it accentuated her striking beauty and heroic air.

“Cry, cry!” The immortal crane called nearby.

“Little Crane, I wanted to bathe again! Did you see clearly? Who disturbed this saintess’s bath?” the girl complained mildly.

“Cry, cry!” The crane shook its head and called.

“Alright, let’s go take a look!” the girl laughed.

With a wave of her hand, the flags around the lake flew into her grasp.

She stepped onto the crane’s back.

A long, echoing cry, and the crane soared skyward with her upon its back.

In an instant, they vanished into the clouds.

Above the cloud layer, the girl looked down. She soon spotted the confrontation between two groups in the gorge below.

“Hm? Strength Realm, third layer versus Essence Realm, third layer? Haha, am I seeing this right? How is this possible? Has that boy in the Strength Realm gone mad?” Surprise filled her eyes.

As she wondered, the clash below began.

“Yan Chuan, are you ready? I’ll use my full strength now,” Feng Shao said with a wicked grin.

“Roar—!”

Feng Shao opened his mouth and unleashed a bellow even more ferocious than before, a surge of sound crashing toward Yan Chuan.