Chapter 334

Chapter 334: I Am Confident in You, Keep It Up!

Zhang Yang remained quiet about whether or not he would accept Tiger Howl Wind.

But he didn’t need to think deeply. Tiger Howl Wind clearly leaned toward the Vast Forest.

The reason was simple. The Vast Forest was different from other sacred lands. It attracted talent not through hierarchy or force but through an unorthodox and personal approach.

Take Yuluan, for instance. Once living an ordinary life, she had now risen to be called the Dragon Girl Battle God.

Take Ling Yue and Lin Li. Once just ordinary members of the Snow Guards, they had become disciples of Chi Zhenyi, a Battle God-level genius in the Southern Region, and had received true, high-level teachings. Now, they were considered on par with the Sons of the Southern Region and were bound to shine even more brilliantly in the future.

Even the golden ape, just a Beast, had earned respect, carved out its own territory, and gained immense support. Now it could speak human language and soar to great heights, already resembling a Beast King.

Then there were those they accepted from various backgrounds, individuals whose demeanor, actions, and very presence were irresistibly enticing to those without roots or backing, who had to rely solely on themselves.

Joining the Cold Moon Dynasty, even with the prestigious title of Duke, raised many questions. How many deeply entrenched powers within the dynasty would grow jealous, obstruct one’s path, set traps, and create endless troubles?

Only this truly “new” sacred land, born within the last thousand years, demonstrated such a unique and refreshing approach, free from all the usual chaos and entanglements.

The key lay in the fact that this Lord of the Sacred Forest was utterly different from other lords or emperors. He treated the title with indifference, which only served to raise expectations.

However, Zhang Yang remained tight-lipped. He did not extend an invitation, nor did he even mention one. This left Tiger Howl Wind helpless unable to bring himself to ask to join, despite being a recognized Battle God-level genius and a top-tier talent in the Western Desert, already at the Small Boundless realm.

Thus, the atmosphere fell into dullness once again.

Everyone simply sipped tea and made idle conversation.

Suddenly, loud voices rang out from outside.

“From the Crimson Flame Dynasty, the son of the Divine Tiger King, young prince Tong Lieyang, requests an audience!”

The voice was thunderously loud.

Tiger Howl Wind immediately stood up to greet the guest.

The moon-returning dragon sighed as another competitor had arrived.

Originally, the Sunlit Sacred Land had come to compete as well, but for some unknown reason, Lu Hengkong, the Son of the Sunlit Sacred Land, had temporarily left. He had arrived with great enthusiasm, but now his intentions were unclear.

Zhang Yang sipped his tea with a playful smile.

Tong Lieyang?

That arrogant young prince whose face had been swollen not long ago?

He turned slightly to glance at Demon Sword Yi.

Demon Sword Yi stood with arms crossed, coldly watching the entrance. He held no fear of Tong Lieyang.

Soon, Tiger Howl Wind entered, accompanied by a large group. Leading the way was none other than Tong Lieyang himself.

The proud young prince of the Crimson Flame Dynasty immediately spotted Zhang Yang, Yaoruoxian, and Demon Sword Yi.

“Well, well, so this is where you’re hiding! This time, there’s no escape. If I don’t crush you, I’m not the son of the Divine Tiger King!” Tong Lieyang shouted, trembling with rage.

Before Zhang Yang or the others could respond, the moon-returning dragon stood and barked, “Presumptuous! Do you think this is a place where you can act so wildly?”

He had every intention of reprimanding Tong Lieyang, after all, they were rivals.

To everyone’s surprise, Tong Lieyang, behaving like a fool, ignored him completely and mocked, “You’re just a prince of a dying dynasty. How dare you speak with arrogance? Do you believe I won’t take you down too?”

“Such insolence! How dare you disrespect the crown prince!”

Liu Yuewu was furious. She stepped forward and raised her hand to slap Tong Lieyang across the face.

The crown prince represented the dignity and face of the Cold Moon Dynasty. He must not be insulted.

As a martial arts Lord of the dynasty, Liu Yuewu had a duty to uphold that honor.

Tong Lieyang sneered, showing no fear at all. A figure behind him stepped forward to intercept her strike.

Bang!

Their palms collided. Both took three steps back, a draw.

“You actually matched my strength?” said Xue Yunmiao, the martial artist from the Crimson Flame Dynasty, his expression filled with surprise. He ranked seventeenth among the Crimson Flame martial arts Lords, far beyond Liu Yuewu’s official rank in the Cold Moon Dynasty.

It only meant that Liu Yuewu had made considerable gains in the Abyss of the Buried Immortals, especially in terms of awakening power from both past and present lives. Though her achievements didn’t surpass the astonishing results of Zhang Yang, Yaoruoxian, the moon-returning dragon, or Jin Zhihong, they were still impressive.

Liu Yuewu and Xue Yunmiao stood across from each other, their strength evenly matched for now.

Meanwhile, Tong Lieyang seemed completely unfazed. He burst into laughter.

“They say the Purple Robe Lord of the Cold Moon Dynasty is as beautiful as a fairy—and it’s true! With strength like this, I like her even more. Lord Chi, seize her for me. I want to make her my plaything. Hahaha! I want that moon-returning dragon, that soon-to-be-fallen prince to understand he is nothing in my eyes!”

The moon-returning dragon was furious.

Even Zhang Yang’s face darkened. He detested such arrogant bullying, especially when it involved insulting his friend.

He said coldly, “My enforcer—go. Slap his mouth.”

Demon Sword Yi grimaced. With so many people watching, how humiliating was it to act like a servant?

He grew even angrier. Naturally, Tong Lieyang became the perfect outlet for his rage.

Whoosh!

He moved like a sword streaking through the air.

In that instant, Demon Sword Yi’s terrifying might became apparent. He didn’t even glance at Xue Yunmiao. Even the seventeenth-ranked martial arts Lord of the Crimson Flame Dynasty couldn’t react in time.

Slap!

Demon Sword Yi began delivering a flurry of slaps to Tong Lieyang.

This time, his blows were even more savage than before.

Tong Lieyang was beaten until his face swelled like a pig’s head, and all his teeth were knocked out.

Yet, even then, he pointed at Demon Sword Yi and screamed, “It’s you again! You damned scoundrel! How dare you humiliate me again and again?! I am the son of the Divine Tiger King of the Crimson Flame Dynasty! You’re dead!”

Demon Sword Yi laughed coldly, full of fury. Even now, Tong Lieyang clung to his identity to issue threats.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand and slapped again.

Tong Lieyang nearly lost consciousness. Overwhelmed by pain, he howled madly, “If you have the guts, kill me! If you don’t, I’ll make sure you die a miserable death someday!”

Demon Sword Yi delivered another slap, sending Tong Lieyang flying through the air, unconscious before he even hit the ground.

Immediately, Tong Lieyang’s followers erupted into chaos.

Demon Sword Yi moved through the crowd like a butterfly dancing through a storm, sending bodies flying in every direction.

Only Xue Yunmiao remained standing.

“Your methods are quite arrogant. If you have the courage, state your name and identity,” he said coldly, abandoning his stance against Liu Yuewu and focusing entirely on Demon Sword Yi.

Demon Sword Yi sneered. “Weaklings don’t deserve to know.”

His aloof demeanor exuded the aura of a true master.

“He’s from the Demon Sword Forbidden Area, and his name is Demon Sword Yi,” Zhang Yang said casually, introducing him without the slightest hesitation.

Demon Sword Yi clenched his jaw. Zhang Yang had done it on purpose, and it could very well spark conflict with the Crimson Flame Dynasty.

Xue Yunmiao gave a cold chuckle. “So, you’re from the Demon Sword Forbidden Area in the Southern Region. You’ve crossed into another domain—this is the Western Desert, not a place for your arrogance.”

Already irritated by his enforcer-like role and now being made a target, Demon Sword Yi responded without a word, he simply slapped Xue Yunmiao.

The martial arts Lord had no time to react and was sent flying.

A sharp scream rang out before Xue Yunmiao’s furious voice echoed from outside. “Demon Sword Yi, I swear the Crimson Flame Dynasty will not let this go!”

Demon Sword Yi scoffed, looking down on him with utter contempt.

Zhang Yang fanned the flames, calling toward the exit, “Tong Lieyang, Xue Yunmiao, I believe in you! Keep going! You definitely have what it takes to win!”

This left Tiger Howl Wind, the moon-returning dragon, Liu Yuewu, and the others in a stunned silence.

Demon Sword Yi seethed, grinding his teeth in frustration.

Yaoruoxian twisted her fingers and muttered, “I want to give you a massage… and strangle you at the same time.”