In the face of Xu Tianyou's attack, Yang Seventeen remained calm and even showed a bloodthirsty smile.
The distance between the two was already close, almost less than a breath's time, and Xu Tianyou's fist was about to smash into Yang Seventeen's face.
Bang—
A muffled impact sounded, followed by Xu Tianyou spitting out blood and flying backward, almost flying out of the Holy Dragon Inn. This surprised many cultivators, as they didn't expect Xu Tianyou, who came with such momentum, to be repelled by a single move.
"Foolish," Qi Xie lightly scolded, and Sun Lin also showed a mocking smile.
Who didn't know that Yang Seventeen was formidable in physical strength? Yet Xu Tianyou, this kid, dared to confront him head-on, simply seeking death.
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Xu Tianyou's face was full of anger.
In a palace on the Holy Emperor Peak, the Heavenly Gifted Left General slammed the table and cursed, "This kid is so brainless. He actually thinks he can match the strength of Yang Seventeen, who possesses ancient and extraordinary bloodline."
The woman beside him urgently patted his arm and scolded, "Our son is injured, and you're still cursing. It hurts my heart!"
"A doting mother spoils the child!" The Heavenly Gifted Left General was so angry that he trembled all over. He knew that tonight's banquet was crucial. Even the three at the top of the Holy Emperor Peak were paying attention. If the performance was good, it could bring great fame and even the approval of the Holy Emperor.
Who would have thought that Xu Tianyou would embarrass him repeatedly, making him wish he could kill this kid.
Yang Seventeen became more courageous as the battle went on, starting to chase after Xu Tianyou. Because he was injured by Yang Seventeen in their initial exchange, Xu Tianyou felt fear and, while evading, continued to use spells, but all were shattered by Yang Seventeen's fists and kicks.
"Tsk tsk, the little demon fighting the little tyrant, and it turns out the little demon is stronger!"
"Does Xu Tianyou deserve the title of little tyrant? He's just relying on his father's wealth and status!"
"Speaking of the little tyrant, I think of the Qin Emperor. It seems that the Qin Emperor also had such a title before."
"It is said that the Qin Emperor himself had extremely high talent. He broke through the Void Transformation Realm before the age of twenty. In terms of talent, he is even stronger than Yang Seventeen and the others!"
"Let's pray that the Qin Emperor doesn't come, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable."
The guests at the banquet were discussing fervently. After all, this was a gathering of geniuses, and they couldn't help but think of the Qin Emperor.
Although almost all of the top talents of the Southern Domain's human race were gathered there, compared to the Qin Emperor, they were all inferior.
The Qin Emperor was simply extraordinary!
As the guests were discussing in hushed tones, Xu Tianyou was once again caught by Yang Seventeen. A punch directly hit Xu Tianyou's face, blood splattering, and his body flew out like a cannonball, directly flying out of the Holy Dragon Inn.
According to the rules mentioned by Sun Lin earlier, flying out of the Holy Dragon Inn also counted as a loss.
"Go and see if Master Xu is injured," Sun Lin hurriedly shouted, filled with disdain. A waste was a waste, and he was defeated so quickly.
The guests looked at each other. Earlier, Sun Lin's single sword strike had made Yang Seventeen hesitant to move, making them underestimate Yang Seventeen. But now, seeing Yang Seventeen easily defeat Xu Tianyou, they couldn't help but gasp in astonishment.
Just how strong was Yang Seventeen?
And what heights had Sun Lin reached?
"Seventeen, you are indeed formidable," Sun Lin smiled at Yang Seventeen, and the young and handsome face of Yang Seventeen showed a proud smile.
"Sun Lin, are you daring to come forward?" Yang Seventeen provocatively looked at Sun Lin and even beckoned with his finger, showing a clear contempt.
All eyes were fixed on Sun Lin, who stood beside Zhu Yanqing. Sun Lin smiled calmly and said, "In that case, I will spar with Seventeen."
As he spoke, he leaped into the air, and a flying sword appeared out of thin air, swiftly spinning around him several times before landing at his feet.
It was a very stylish move, which made the female cultivators present look at him with admiration.
"Seeking attention," Qi Xie sneered.
Today, Sun Lin's eyes sparkled, and a swordsman would feel the urge to draw his sword upon seeing him.
Different from his single-minded focus on swordsmanship, Sun Lin was also outstanding in his cultivation of spells, although he was skilled in swordsmanship.
Yang Seventeen's eyes flickered, and without a word, he threw a punch at Sun Lin. Sun Lin raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers together, and a beam of fire shot out, looking like a fiery sword held in his hand.
"Tonight, I will trample the pride of the Holy Sect underfoot!" Yang Seventeen shouted arrogantly.
Hearing this, the Holy Queen on the Holy Emperor Peak frowned with a meaningful look at the Holy Princess. "The Holy Princess really knows how to educate the younger generation."
"Mother, you've misunderstood. Yang Seventeen has a stubborn nature, and I can't control him," the Holy Princess said with a smile, but the smile in her eyes indicated that she had arranged this.
Pretending not to have heard, the Holy Emperor focused on the image in the crystal ball.
Yang Seventeen flew up from below, and as he punched towards Sun Lin's chin, in the blink of an eye, Sun Lin's figure swayed and appeared behind Yang Seventeen. He raised his right foot and stomped on Yang Seventeen's back. In an instant, Yang Seventeen felt an unimaginable force pressing on his back, and his body was kicked out. Fortunately, his physical strength was extremely strong, and he managed to stabilize himself after flying twenty meters.
"Not bad speed!"
Qi Xie praised, but he wasn't surprised.
Sun Lin's lips curled up, and then he picked up his wine glass and drank, as if he didn't care about Sun Lin and Yang Seventeen at all.
Although Zhu Yanqing was watching the battle, her expression didn't change much. Having experienced so many hardships with Qin Jun, the battle between Sun Lin and Yang Seventeen was indeed not enough to shock her.
Sun Lin began to attack, stepping on the flying sword, holding the fire sword in his hand, and looking extremely cool and elegant in the night sky.
Swish—
A sword pierced through the void, causing Yang Seventeen's pupils to shrink. He quickly stepped back as Sun Lin's fire sword was less than five centimeters away from his throat. One more step closer would be fatal.
This scene made the high-level officials in the Godly Palace sweat, and even the Holy Princess on the Holy Emperor Peak furrowed her brows slightly.
At the same time, Qin Jun and the others were getting closer and closer to the Holy Dragon Tavern. Even from a kilometer away, they could already see Sun Lin and Yang Seventeen in the sky above the tavern.
As the largest tavern in the Holy City, the Holy Dragon Tavern had eight floors and stood out within several blocks.
"Interesting, one with the blood of the Qilin, and the other with the bloodline of the ancient barbaric elephant," the old man Yi marveled as he looked ahead.
"The blood of the Qilin? Does the world have Qilins?" Qin Jun asked curiously. As for the ancient barbaric elephant, he didn't pay much attention because his mount, the Barbaric Elephant King, was a descendant of the ancient barbaric elephant. In his mind, the Qilin held a higher status than the dragon.
Of course, this was just his personal opinion and did not necessarily represent the descendants of the Huaxia.
"The strength of the Qilin is comparable to that of a deity and has long become a legend. In my era, sightings of Qilins were rare, at least not in the Southern Domain. As for other domains, I'm not sure," the old man shrugged.
"How many domains are there in total?" Qin Jun raised an eyebrow.
Currently, he only knew about the Western Domain and the vast ocean next to the Southern Domain.