Chapter 2239 - 2236: The Strange Old Man

Chapter 2239: Chapter 2236: The Strange Old Man

The attack from the light sword did not bring down Lin Tian; instead, he assimilated the energy and recovered the strength in his paralyzed legs. The feeling of power returning, how satisfying it was.

Lin Tian stood up completely, a purple flame soared into the sky, entirely enveloping the light sword. The light sword immediately emitted a cracking sound, its brilliance filled with cracks, and then with a bang, it shattered completely.

The elder retreated three steps, his expression changing drastically! The crowd watched with wide eyes, especially the few big shots, completely unable to believe Lin Tian had withstood the attack from the Divine Clan Envoy.

Miss and several beauties saw Lin Tian’s legs regain strength and smiled happily. He always created miracles in difficult situations; no, he himself was a miracle.

Lin Tian patted the dust off his body, easily jumped out of the pit, glanced at the Divine Clan elder, and said indifferently, "It seems I overestimated you; compared to Ancestor Xu, you’re still lacking."

The Divine Clan Envoy was stronger than Ling Xuesong, but Ancestor Xu was even stronger than the Divine Clan Envoy. With all his new meridians opened today, Lin Tian’s strength increased greatly. He believed if he faced Ancestor Xu again, it wouldn’t be like last time where he had no power to fight back.

Of course, defeating Ancestor Xu was still impossible, not only because Ancestor Xu was a higher level, but also because Ancestor Xu mastered the power of a domain. Lin Tian didn’t know what a domain was but understood it must be a higher-level form of power.

The Divine Clan Envoy didn’t know who Ancestor Xu was, but he understood the words "still lacking." The proud Ancient Hidden Stream could not stand being looked down upon by a young man; how could Ancestor Xu endure it?

The envoy stretched out his hand, and the Divine Clan youth’s black sword suddenly flew out, landing in his hand. The elder’s momentum surged abruptly, like a tempest, sweeping across the entire arena, even causing the big shots beside him to retreat one after another.

This time, it was no longer the smoke-free light sword but a sword filled with rage. The Divine Clan elder wanted to make the low-level Ancient Martial know the authority and status of the Ancient Hidden Stream could not be shaken.

Lin Tian also raised the Heavenly Tribulation Sword, surrounded by purple flames. After regaining strength in his legs, he felt an explosive power in his every gesture, wanting to test how much his strength had improved.

Both sides confronted each other, the battle was on the verge of erupting. At this moment, even Ling Zishan and several big shots couldn’t intervene, as they couldn’t withstand the aura of the Divine Clan elder, let alone the combination of two.

At this moment, the arena was a chaotic scene; whoever entered would be torn to shreds. On the mountain top, if anyone could intervene, it would be Xiao Manxuan, but only in her transformed state.

However, the little girl seemed quite normal at the moment, showing no signs of rampage, so everyone was destined to be mere spectators.

A breeze blew, several leaves fluttered, falling into the arena. Then everyone saw those leaves being pulled apart invisibly, strand by strand, making everyone feel chills down their spines, as if plunged into an ice cave.

People subconsciously retreated again; some even backed up onto the stone steps. Just when they thought the earth-shattering battle was about to begin, two people walked up from the bottom of the mountain.

Both were old men. One was Ling Xuesong who had been absent for a while, and the other was a stranger, dressed in coarse clothes, with white hair but a straight waist and a lively stride.

Ling Xuesong stopped at the edge of the arena, while the strange elder walked straight into the battleground as if he hadn’t seen anyone "fighting."

The crowd was terrified as though they were already seeing the elder being torn to pieces.

But once again, the situation exceeded everyone’s expectations. The strange elder walked between the two, strolling as if pacing leisurely, unaffected by the scorching purple flames nor concerned by the Divine Clan envoy’s black sword.

However, when the elder saw the purple flames burning around Lin Tian, his eyes brightened slightly, as if a child had found a favored toy. But he showed no greed, only pure admiration.

The elder turned to look at the Divine Clan envoy, chuckling, "Old man of Divine Valley, you’re a Spirit Transformation Realm, bullying the young here; have you no shame?"

The strange elder called the Divine Clan envoy by name, showing no courtesy, yet the Divine Clan elder surprisingly did not get angry, only snorted coldly. Even more miraculously, he retracted the black sword, along with the entire aura, significantly easing the pressure felt by everyone.

Lin Tian raised an eyebrow, realizing there would be no fight, and put away the purple flames and Heavenly Tribulation Sword. The intense heat dissipated, and the mountain top returned to a cool state.

It was evident the strange elder was a reinforcement brought by Ling Xuesong, or perhaps the elder had come on his own accord.

However, a few words spoken by the strange elder caught Lin Tian’s attention: Divine Valley, the name of the Divine Clan elder, and "Spirit Transformation Realm." Could it be a state above Innate?

Some careful Ancient Martial Artists also heard it, such as Miss and Ling Shuiyao, but they didn’t understand what "Spirit Transformation Realm" meant, their faces full of contemplation.

"Junior Shen Lin, pays respects to Senior Yan." The Divine Clan youth stepped forward, respectfully greeting the strange elder, completely devoid of his previous aloofness.

The strange elder nodded, glanced at the pair of elders and youth once more, then said again, "Your Divine Clan disregarded the rules, appearing here. What exactly do you want to do?"

The Divine Clan elder, wearing a cold face, responded unpleasantly, "Senior Yan Bei, you’re asking knowingly. If not for this tournament you organized, why would I waste my time coming here?"

"Does your Divine Clan want it as well?" The elder called Yan Bei raised his eyebrows, questioning back.

"’For those destined.’ That’s what your Medicine King Mansion said." Divine Valley replied forthrightly, feeling no embarrassment.

"That you do remember clearly. But the rule that we must not appear indiscriminately, you’ve forgotten." Yan Bei questioned once more.

Divine Valley glanced at him, feeling somewhat inexplicable: "You’ve also surfaced, what’s your reason to criticize me? Besides, your Medicine King Mansion has sensed it too, a great change is coming. Sticking to outdated rules, you’ll eventually disappear in the change."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Yan Bei, somewhat embarrassed, purposely coughed twice. But with a thick face, he quickly recovered, waved, "Enough, enough, let’s disperse."

"Senior Yan, I still need to ask, is my first place valid?" The Divine Clan youth persistently asked.

Yan Bei waved his hand, impatiently, "Valid, valid, okay? It’s just a qualification contest; what’s the point in creating such a fuss!"

Only then were the Divine Clan pair satisfied, gave a salute, saying, "Since that’s so, we’ll take our leave for now."

The chaos-stirring Divine Clan envoy left just like that. No one dared to stop them, and no one questioned the first place again, because although they couldn’t comprehend, they understood things were more complicated than imagined.

After the Divine Clan envoy left, a few big shots finally stepped forward and greeted Yan Bei, "We greet Senior Yan."

Yan Bei waved his hand, "I’m different from that old man Divine Valley, don’t do these formalities. Although this tournament had some unexpected events, it’s not a matter; counting Shen Lin, there are exactly ten young people."