âYou!â Panic overtook the young man in golden armor when Qing Han summarily aimed a weapon of war at him.
He fancied himself an important figure, one much more superior than the rest of the cultivators in todayâs world by a large margin. However, he couldnât do anything when Qing Han acted with no concern for face.
âSo this is the true character of the Youth Dao Sovereign! You donât even have the courage to face me in a fair fight.â With a huff, the young man slowly sank to the ground.
He really was worried that Qing Han would dust him with a shot like what had just happened moments ago. That would be the most worthless way to go.
Itâd greatly frustrated him to have been taken out by Qing Yu in only a few moves back in the Sovereign Arena, but that was nothing compared to what he was now experiencing in Dusk Province.
At the time, Qing Yu had activated the treasure of immortal dao under the arena with the combat arts of the founders of immortal dao. That was how sheâd been able to kill all thirty-six champions in one go.
They didnât think Qing Yu was actually better than them, and were thoroughly confident that any one of them would be able to defeat her under different circumstances.
Facing Qing Han, the young man in golden armor was even less impressed. Despite his reputation, Qing Han didnât have any notable feats under his belt. He was only known for restoring the void realm and becoming a dao sovereign appointed by the Dao Flower.
To many, Qing Han was nothing but an attention-seeker, fishing for praise he didnât deserve.
âThe courage to face you in a fair fight, you say?â Qing Han beamed brightly, her foul mood seemingly fading away because of something delightful occurring.
âAlright, Iâll give you the chance for a face-to-face exchange.â She stowed the weapons of war with a wave of her hand, then descended from the city wall to face the champion in golden armor.
âIdentify yourself.â Qing Han released the full power of an unravelled void realm cultivator as she spoke.
Her cultivation had progressed greatly after the Sovereign Meet and sheâd broken through to a new realm. Sheâd also found an inheritanceâthe dao book she was reading in the tombâin the Sovereign World. More importantly, the power of the Scroll of Shepherding Immortals increased as her cultivation level improved. That, along with the starstones, were the greatest aces up her sleeves.
âA fame-seeker bold enough to fight me?â the youth in golden armor scoffed after a surprised pause. Heâd ascended to returned void realm, so he didnât consider an unravelled void realm cultivator a threat at all.
âMy surname is Fangyang,â he smiled proudly. âAs for my name⌠Iâll tell you if you can survive three hits from me.â
âFangyang?â That gave everyone pause. Fangyang was a surname so rare it was nearly unheard of. The young man introducing himself as Fangyang was a stranger to them as well. His debut in the world of immortals had been during the Sovereign Meet in Destiny City.
He was powerful enough to be one of the thirty-six champions of the Sovereign Meet, and heâd ascended to peak returned void realm. No run-of-the-mill small faction couldâve raised someone like him.
âFangyang?â an immortal muttered. âI once saw this name in an ancient tomb⌠They seem to have been a noble clan in the Primordial Era.â
The ancient lords were those whoâd exceeded dao immortal and reached the ingress realm. Clans who had such heavyweights among them were considered nobles, and grasped the power to rule over parts of the world of immortals.
However, when the ancient great war befell the immortals, all of the ancient clans were destroyed. The lofty immortals lost their immortality and their memories, and the Fangyang Clan was no exception. Even survivors of the clan didnât know they were once nobility.
âBut the Fangyang Clan was destroyed,â continued the immortal. âDid you stumble upon their heritage somewhere?â
âFool!â scoffed the young man. âThe Fangyang Nobles werenât destroyed and our heritage remains unbroken!â
Rumble!
Radiance as blinding as the sun burst forth from the Fangyang scionâs body.
âThe restriction against immortals is so powerful as to sever the immortal dao and knock all lives back into the dust of the mundane, erasing memories as immortals fell⌠However, those who were powerful enough could endure the restriction and maintain their memory!â Deep pride flashed across the Fangyang scionâs face. âMy ancestors were such individuals. Although they fell from immortality, they retained their memories of the immortal dao!â
Deafening silence descended. Memories of the immortal dao? The implications of this were tremendous.
With the immortal dao severed, the ancient combat arts had been lost. What was unearthed from the ancient tombs were mostly incomplete fragments. Only a few perfect ancient methods existed, such as the flawless, complete heritage hidden in the inheritance tower at the center of Dusk City.
It appeared that the Fangyang Clan had access to such perfect ancient methods as well!
âThe Fangyang Clan now returns to the world to take our place as its ruler!â the youth declared with great solemnity.
âWhat a joke,â snorted a voice from midair. âThe Fangyang Clan? Your cowardly excuses for ancestors only retained their memories by a stroke of luck because they fled and hid outside the realm. They were later exiled by the divine race and nine celestial emperors. Now you have the audacity to claim to be the rulers of the world?
âYour clan wouldnât dare emerge in the world, had the nine celestial emperors not passed down their thrones and removed themselves from the conflicts of the lands!â
âWho is it?!â an immortal lurking on the other side demanded before the Fangyang scion could say anything.
The voice didnât speak again, and the young manâs expression was as black as foreboding night, thoroughly humiliated. However, neither he nor the other Fangyang members could offer any counterarguments. What the voice said was the truth. There was no arguing that the Fangyang Clan had only shown themselves because of the nine celestial emperorsâ abdication.
âShow yourself, lurking vermin!â The young man in golden armor made a sudden move, striking at a portion of the sky with his palm.
A gray figure tumbled from midair, shrouded by a gray presence and wreathed in a pungent, rotten smell⌠a zombie!
âCorpse Refiner scum,â snarledt he Fangyang scion, taking a step forward and smacking the zombie with a palm strike. It fell apart and died then and there.
The Corpse Refiners hadnât participated in the last Sovereign Meet. They were still the public enemy of the world, despite having established themselves in Truespirit Major. Any of their members would be torn apart if they dared show up.
With countless geniuses flocking to Dusk Province to hold another Sovereign Meet, though, the Corpse Refiners couldnât stay on the sidelines. They were a mysterious faction thatâd been around since at least the Primordial Era. Their heritage had never been lost, and they knew about the Fangyang Clan.
âHehehe, bold of you to kill a battle zombie of mine, Fangyang. Tsk, tsk, thatâs all youâve got though, isnât it?â
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Qing Han rubbed her forehead in exasperation at seeing the Fangyang Clan fighting with the Corpse Refiners instead.
âIâll deal with you cockroaches after I take care of this so-called dao sovereign.â Failing to locate the zombieâs owner, the Fangyang scion shifted his attention back to Qing Han. âWe fight!â
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So much happened because the nine celestial emperors passed down their thrones -- like basically all major events thus far. I know people said we're in for a crazy era of chaos once the adults were gone, but this has been kiiinda madness.
And *facepalm*, this new clan seems completely useless. So easily baited into an argument with another party and losing track of his original intention? Such a damn weak mental. Betchu all the really good clans/factions were destroyed in the war and only cowards or something survived.