Martial Conquest of the Nine Desolates

Xiao Ye walked out of the chaotic arena with his black hair dancing wildly, his eyes blazing with intense fighting spirit, and his face wearing a gentle smile, which was anything but comforting to behold.

With Xiao Ye's words spreading, the Duel Arena fell into a deathly silence; everyone was utterly astounded.

Did Xiao Ye truly disregard even the Han Family Master?

It should be known that while Barbarian Valley City might seem like a tranquil and peaceful holy land, wherever there were Martial Artists, there would be conflict, especially among those focused on physical body cultivation, who tended to be incredibly impulsive.

None of the Family Heads of the Ten Great Families was weak, otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to control a family's power and become overlord.

As for Han Family Master Han Ying, he was an even less forgiving figure.

In his youth, he had been the cream of the crop among the younger generation of Barbarian Valley City, equivalent to the current Yang Family's Yang Qianfan, and had quite the reputation. Although busy with managing family affairs after becoming the Han Family Master, no one dared to doubt Han Ying's strength.

Many speculated that Han Ying's physical body had already reached the Transformation Realm, and if tested in front of the City Entrance Stone, he could elicit five rings of Daoist Light, equivalent to a Perfect King Body.

Yet such a powerful individual was being openly disdained by Xiao Ye? This was incredibly arrogant!

"Young Hero Xiao Ye, don't be rash!"

"Since you're representing our Yang Family in battle, should you encounter danger, naturally we of the Yang Family cannot ignore and do nothing!" Yang Wudao mistakenly believed Xiao Ye was worried about implicating them, feeling touched, he spoke out loudly.

As his voice fell, the Martial Artists of the Yang Family surged forward, surrounding the arena—a posture ready to fight to the death with the Han Family.

"Hmph, such an arrogant brat, thinking that after winning against my son, no one in Barbarian Valley City could control you? That's just too naïve!"

"It's time for I, Han Ying, to demonstrate my own Physical Body Power, lest every clown thinks they can bully our Han Family!" Irritated by the Yang Family's entanglement, Han Ying burst into rage-fueled laughter upon hearing Xiao Ye's words, as if his chest would explode.

Today, before so many Martial Artists in Barbarian Valley City, if he were to ignore this matter, then where would Han Ying put his own face?

Therefore, today he must teach Xiao Ye a lesson, or even... kill Xiao Ye!

After all, Xiao Ye was not a direct descendent of the Yang Family; he did not believe that Yang Wudao would truly fight to the death with the Han Family after killing Xiao Ye!

"Han Family Martial Artists, heed my command, stop the Yang Family's Martial Artists, and don't let irrelevant people disturb me from killing this brat!"

Han Ying's eyes flickered with cold light, and his physical body suddenly radiated an unparalleled brilliance, as if an ocean of Blood Qi surged towards the Nine Heavens, causing the void to tremble non-stop like waves on the surface of the sea, ripples visible to the naked eye spreading out one after another.

Bang! Bang!

The ground beneath Han Ying shattered from the force, spiderweb-like cracks spreading in all directions.

Xiao Ye's pupils contracted: "Such tremendous Physical Body Power, this man's physical body may very well be on the same level as a Perfect King Body!"

At that moment, Han Ying had already ascended to the arena, his vast and boundless Blood Qi roiling tumultuously, creating an overwhelming pressure. Those Martial Artists near the edge of the arena staggered backward, faces full of shock.

Han Ying was like an Ancient Fierce Beast awakening, incredibly formidable to a terrifying extent. Talents like Han Tian were completely outclassed compared to him—or rather, there was no comparison at all.

The anticipated confrontation between the Heavenly Prides of the Ten Great Families of Barbarian Valley City had unexpectedly evolved into the current situation, which greatly exceeded their expectations and excited them.

"Young Hero Xiao Ye!" Yang Wudao's face drastically changed.

He truly couldn't fathom that under such circumstances, Han Ying would actually dare to make a move against Xiao Ye.

"Charge for me!" Yang Wudao let out a roar as he took the lead and rushed towards the duel arena.

As for the martial artists of the Yang Family, under the leadership of Yang Qianyu and Yang Qianfan, they let out roars one after another, charging towards the obstructing martial artists of the Han Family.

The grudge between the Han Family and the Yang Family was the deepest among the Ten Great Families. Now, like sworn enemies laying eyes on each other, they clashed viciously like two raging torrents.

The martial artists of the Han Family, with orders from Han Ying, dared not take it lightly and fiercely tried to block the martial artists of the Yang Family.

Even several middle-aged men with strong physical bodies rushed towards Yang Wudao, intending to stop him and not give him a chance to interfere with Han Ying.

However, before they had gone far, Yang Wudao was already intercepted by a black-robed elder acting as the referee.

"Elder Qian, what are you doing?"

"Although Young Hero Xiao Ye is not a member of our Yang Family, he has done great favors for us. Therefore, no matter what today, I cannot allow Han Ying to make a move against him!" Yang Wudao stopped, glaring at the black-robed elder with displeasure and growling lowly.

This black-robed elder, who had originally been displeased with Han Ying and was about to stop him from targeting Xiao Ye,

However, to Yang Wudao's surprise, after Han Ying really rushed onto the duel arena, this black-robed elder instead became like someone outside of the matter, standing aloof. How could Yang Wudao tolerate this?

"Yang Wudao, don't be too anxious."

"I stopped you to avoid disrupting an exciting duel." At this moment, an eerie smile suddenly appeared on the face of the black-robed elder as he spoke.

"An exciting duel?" Yang Wudao heard this and was stunned, his face full of confusion.

Listening to the black-robed elder's words, could it be implied that the duel between Xiao Ye and Han Ying would be very exciting?

How could that be possible!

Yang Wudao was very clear about Han Ying's strength. In the achievement of the physical body, he was even a notch higher than Yang Wudao himself. Although Xiao Ye was a peerless genius, with the Physical Body Power unmatched in the youth of Barbarian Valley City, he was still too young after all.

"Hehe, Yang Wudao, if this old man's eyes aren't failing him, this lad is not only extremely strong in physical body, but his cultivation is also not weak ah!" Seeing Yang Wudao's expression, the black-robed elder started laughing, his tone filled with profound meaning.

Boom!

This statement, like a thunderclap, exploded onto Yang Wudao's body, making his eyes suddenly light up.

Right!

Xiao Ye was not a martial artist from Barbarian Valley City; according to Yang Qianyu, he came from a powerful sect in the Central State and naturally would not focus solely on the physical body like they do.

Yang Wudao, with his preconceptions, had almost forgotten this point.

A genius with such a fearsome physical body, if combined with cultivation, could unleash tremendous strength, definitely not simple at all, and perhaps could actually contend with Han Ying.