Chapter 153: Unleashing Full Power (Part 1)
"Young man, hand over the item you're holding."
The elder's face wore a kindly smile as he spoke to Xiao Yan. However, Xiao Yan merely chuckled indifferently.
"A four star Dou Zong?" Xiao Yan glanced at the elder, his eyes glinting with excitement.
Since leaving the Xiao Clan, it had been a long time since he'd enjoyed a good, hard fought battle.
"Old man, if you want what's in my hands, you'll have to defeat me first."
Xiao Yan hovered in mid air, casually stretching his limbs as if loosening up before a match.
"Defeat you?" The elder was momentarily taken aback before a strange smile spread across his face.
"Young one, no matter how talented you are, you're still just a Dou Huang. Surely you understand the gap between us!"
"Heh, a punching bag has come my way might as well make good use of it." Xiao Yan's playful, provocative tone caused the elder's face to darken.
"Is it because I've been secluded for too long that even a mere Dou Huang dares to provoke me?" The elder's voice turned icy as he took a step forward, closing a hundred zhang distance in an instant.
"Since you're so disrespectful, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
"Just you?" Xiao Yan sneered. "I hope you can give me the thrill I'm seeking!"
With those words, he tore off his black robe, revealing a strong, muscular physique.
In the distance, a crowd of onlookers gasped.
"My heavens, isn't that the old sect master of Yu Yuan Sect? I heard he hasn't appeared in decades, and he's already a four star Dou Zong!"
"No matter how impressive this young man's skills might be, there's no way he can win against a seasoned Dou Zong!"
Despite their doubts, the audience couldn't help but feel a tinge of anticipation, remembering how Xiao Yan had severely injured a two star Dou Zong with a single punch.
"Brat, you've chosen the hard way!" The elder scoffed, his figure flickering as he appeared before Xiao Yan in an instant.
Aged yet steady hands shimmered with white, misty Dou Qi as they carried enough power to crush a mountain, aiming directly at Xiao Yan.
If this strike landed, it could easily end a normal Dou Huang's life.
But Xiao Yan simply laughed and threw a punch to meet the attack head on.
Boom!
The resulting shockwave sent ripples through the air, causing the surrounding spectators to pale.
When the clash ended, the elder remained steady, while Xiao Yan was pushed back dozens of zhang.
"Young man, you're impressive, but not my equal. Surrender the item, and I'll spare your life!" The elder clasped his hands behind his back, his expression calm.
"Hahaha! I already told you you're just a punching bag for me!" Xiao Yan burst into laughter, baffling everyone around him.
"What is this young man thinking?" someone murmured in disbelief.
Their doubts didn't last long, as Xiao Yan's next actions silenced them completely.
Forming a series of hand seals, three flame tattoos on Xiao Yan's back began to glow.
Yes, three tattoos. By now, Xiao Yan had acquired one Heavenly Flame and two eighth tier Beast Flames.
Boom!
The first tattoo, a black and white flame, ignited, causing Xiao Yan's body to grow taller and his muscles to bulge with explosive power.
The second tattoo, a green lion's flame, lit up, further enhancing his aura. The movement of his body alone created cracks in the space around him.
Finally, the third tattoo a dark, eerie snake flame activated, pushing his strength to another level entirely.
This third flame came from the Netherworld Python's Beast Flame, which Xiao Yan had refined during his time in Xiao Yi Xian's valley.
"Old man, let's continue!" Xiao Yan's voice was filled with excitement as he transformed into a streak of light, charging toward the elder.
"A physical combat technique?" The elder's expression grew serious as he reinforced the white mist on his hand and clashed with Xiao Yan's fist once more.
This time, Xiao Yan stepped back three paces, while the elder took one.
"What terrifying physical strength!" The elder's eyes narrowed.
"Even so, you're still not "
Before he could finish his sentence, another massive fist came hurtling toward him.
"Talk less and fight more!" Xiao Yan yelled, throwing punch after punch. Although his strength was still slightly inferior to the elder's, the gap was small, and his relentless assault began to wear on the elder.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Each impact echoed through the air.
The elder's face gradually darkened. Though his strength surpassed Xiao Yan's, the latter's absurdly durable body absorbed the shockwaves with ease. In contrast, the elder's arms began to feel numb after exchanging blows for over fifteen minutes.
Meanwhile, Xiao Yan seemed to be growing more energized, his eyes burning with battle lust.
"Where did this monster come from?" the elder thought, growing frustrated.
Shifting tactics, he retreated a hundred zhang to create distance, but Xiao Yan's figure reappeared almost instantly.
"How is he this fast for a Dou Huang?" The elder's shock deepened as he was forced back into combat.
The onlookers were speechless.
The sheer force of their clashes distorted the surrounding space, creating hairline cracks in the void.
"How is a peak Dou Huang fighting evenly with a four star Dou Zong?"
The battle before them defied all logic.
"I admit, you're strong," the elder gritted out after another exchange. "But don't think you can turn the tide!"
The elder retreated once more, forming a series of hand seals to unleash a powerful Dou Technique.
Witnessing this, Xiao Yan smirked and began forming seals of his own.
"Is that kid really suppressing a four star Dou Zong?" murmured one stunned Dou Huang.
"Not for long," another replied. "The elder's about to use a major Dou Technique!"
As if on cue, a massive, glowing handprint appeared in the air above the elder.
"Earth tier low grade Dou Technique: Chaoyuan Palm!" the elder shouted. The gigantic handprint surged toward Xiao Yan with overwhelming might.
"Good timing!" Xiao Yan laughed, his hands weaving faster as a black and white handprint formed before him.
"Earth tier high grade Dou Technique: Yin Yang Sacred Flame Seal!"
Boom!
The seemingly small handprint collided with the massive palm, triggering an explosion that ripped space apart within a hundred zhang radius. The ensuing shockwave left the distant spectators trembling.
When the dust settled, a dimmed black and white handprint emerged from the storm, gently pressing against the elder's chest.
(Chapter Ends)
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