Chapter 767 406: Tian Fulai, Part 2

But in the next moment, no one could laugh any longer.

The moment the fist landed on Elder Meng, his expression underwent a visible transformation. It went from disdain to surprise, then from surprise to shock, and from shock to a dumbfounded stupor, his face finally freezing solid.

DONG!

The punch landed like a strike on a giant bell, unleashing a buzzing, explosive sound, a deafening thunderclap. Before their very eyes, Elder Meng's metallic body caved in, and in the next instant, he was sent flying backward.

BOOM!

His body shot over the heads of the spectators like a cannonball, smashing straight into a distant cliff face. The impact even made the entire disciple area tremble as dust and smoke billowed into the air.

A dead silence fell. At that moment, everyone was plunged into quiet shock. No one uttered a sound; it was as if even their breathing had stopped. The only sound was the rustle of loose stones falling from the distant cliff.

The first audible gulp was followed by another, and then another, until it sounded like a chorus of croaking frogs on a summer night.

At this moment, even those on the high platform were struck utterly speechless by the sight.

Yet amid the silence, one person was secretly gloating, barely managing to suppress a laugh.

Chang Wang, who had anticipated this outcome, was inwardly ecstatic, but he had to restrain himself.

'Even though I knew Yang An would win, I didn't expect that fool Meng Jianglai to be so arrogant. He made the exact same mistake I did!'

'Even I got beaten by Yang An; Meng Jianglai was just asking to be humiliated.'

'In a word: satisfying!'

'It would've been miserable if I were the only one to get embarrassed. But seeing another Elder of my rank get put in his place? Now *that's* entertaining.'

Far away on the Golden Summit, the Supreme Elder, who had also witnessed the scene, was momentarily stunned. A peculiar expression crept onto his face.

'Could this boy be blessed with innate Divine Power? To think that even Elder Meng is no match for him!'

He could tell at a glance that Yang An hadn't used a shred of Mana. He had defeated Elder Meng with a single punch, relying purely on his Physical Power.

The Mansion Master beside him was also taken aback for a moment. He already knew that Yang An had beaten Elder Chang Wang twice, but this was the first time he'd seen Yang An defeat another Elder so simply and directly.

He had bet on Yang An winning, but he truly hadn't expected it to be so effortless.

'This boy's physique is truly extraordinary!'

He too had discerned the truth from the way Yang An attacked.

The two exchanged a look, both with surprise in their eyes. But then, the Mansion Master suddenly started to laugh and said unexpectedly:

"I'll be taking that Golden Pearl Gourd, Supreme Elder."

The Supreme Elder was left speechless.

"I won!"

Back in the arena, while the crowd was still struggling to process what had happened, Yang An's voice suddenly rang out.

He scanned the surrounding crowd.

"According to the Rules, I have now inherited the position of Elder. Is there anyone else who wishes to fight?"

A wide smile spread across his face. He had achieved his goal. If no one else stepped up to fight, he could begin implementing his purge.

Everyone's eyes were now fixed on Yang An, filled with utter disbelief.

Elder Meng, the man they had hailed as their savior, had been defeated just as easily as the three Nascent Soul cultivators before him.

'He's terrifying! It's absurd! How can he be this strong? Is he even human?'

In such a short time, he had challenged one person after another since he'd first joined. He'd jumped straight from an Entry-Level Disciple to an Elder, skipping multiple ranks. Such a thing was unprecedented in the entire history of Emei Mansion.

For a moment, no one even dared to meet Yang An's gaze. Their Scalps tingled with fear.

Silence also reigned on the high platform.

Yang An waited for a few seconds. No one answered. It seemed there would be no more challengers.

But just then, a loud BOOM echoed from outside the arena, and the entire area shook once more.

"No! You're not at the Nascent Soul realm! That was an unfair victory! I have not lost!"

Elder Meng, who had been smashed into the cliff face, suddenly burst out. He shot over the crowd's heads once more and charged back into the arena, roaring in fury.

He had only meant to demonstrate the difference in their strength, to teach Yang An that there's always a bigger fish. But the veteran had stumbled, falling at Yang An's hands, and in the process, had his position as Elder usurped.

It was a classic case of trying to steal a chicken only to lose the rice used as bait—except his whole house had been stolen too. The humiliation was worse than death. He couldn't accept it and flew into a blind rage.

As he watched Elder Meng charge toward him, the smile vanished from Yang An's face.

'If there's a problem in this world that one punch can't solve, then I'll just throw another. I'll keep hitting him until he submits.'

'It's not a bad thing to let these people witness the true gap in our power. It'll be beneficial for my purge plan.'

'A mere Divinity Transformation cultivator. A paper tiger.'

But just as Yang An prepared to strike again, something unexpected happened. A figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the arena, intercepting the enraged Elder Meng.

The figure appeared as if by Instant Teleportation, materializing right in front of the speeding Elder Meng. By simply raising a hand in his path, the figure brought Elder Meng's charge to an abrupt halt, stopping him as if he were a runaway stallion.

"Fellow Daoist? Why are you stopping me?"

At the sight of this person, the furious Elder Meng couldn't help but rein in his anger. He sobered instantly and questioned the man before him.

The onlookers also turned to stare at the newcomer, their mouths hanging wide open.