I, the villainous eldest prince, will suppress everything!

clang~

clang~

clang--

The deep, resonant sound of the ancient bell echoed throughout the entire Zhenyue Pavilion.

Disciples from several nearby mountains abandoned their morning cultivation and all rushed towards the main peak.

The main peak square halfway up the mountain was soon surrounded by people who came to watch the excitement.

Looking around, all you could see was a sea of ​​black heads, shoulder to shoulder.

"Huh? What's all this commotion about? Why are there so many people here?"

"New here, huh? Someone showed up to challenge us first thing this morning!"

"Hey! You've got some nerve, daring to challenge our Zhenyue Pavilion. You probably don't know how horribly the last one who came to challenge us died. I heard he had all four of his limbs broken."

"The opponent is quite bold, but their strength is also truly formidable. Even the chief disciple of the inner sect was no match for them, and was defeated in just three moves."

"Ah, the opponent is so strong? We'll have to send out our sect leader's true disciple to fight them."

"That's right. I heard that the young sect leader himself came out to accept the challenge."

"Young Master? Isn't that our Master's son? Can we really win by sending someone with connections? If we lose, won't our Zhenyue Pavilion be laughed at by the other sects?"

"He's certainly a relative, but the young sect leader has truly inherited the sect leader's teachings. I've heard he's already reached the seventh level of the Five Treasures Forging Yuan Technique!"

"..."

Hearing the discussions of the Zhenyue Pavilion disciples around her, Lady Wei addressed the thousands of soldiers behind her without turning around:

"Did you all hear that? The one who came out to fight this time is the son of the Zhenyue Pavilion's leader, the young leader of the Zhenyue Pavilion. He has already mastered the Five Treasures Technique to the seventh level. Although we don't know exactly how many levels this technique has, the seventh level is already quite high. He's not like those small fry you were fighting outside just now."

"Don't let your guard down, give it your all! Zhenyue Pavilion is the first gym we're facing, we can only win, we can't afford to lose!"

Boom!

The two brothers, facing a vast army, thumped their fists and exclaimed with immense excitement:

"Don't worry, Madam, we brothers have never lost a fight!"

"But if a fight breaks out later, who will go up? How about I go up? Wanma, you can go up next."

"Why should I go? I want to go!"

"I'm your brother, listen to me."

"Why should I listen to you? How about we have a fight first, and whoever wins goes up?"

"Fine, let's fight. You think you can get away with this?"

Hearing these words, Madam Wei was speechless.

Fortunately, Qin Li had given her a heads-up before leaving.

With a cold face, Madam Wei snapped, "Stop arguing! The thousand soldiers go first, the ten thousand horses can go next!"

Before leaving, Qin Li specifically instructed the two of them to listen to Madam Wei on the way.

Even if Wanma was unwilling, there was nothing he could do. Before coming to the Great Zhou, the Empress had ordered them all to listen to Qin Li.

Therefore, Wanma did not listen to Lady Wei, nor to Qin Li; he simply did not want to cause his sister, the Empress, grief.

As they were speaking, the leaders and elders of Zhenyue Pavilion appeared.

"Have you checked? What's their background?"

The sect leader, Yan Panshi, had an unusually large frame, resembling a giant. He squinted and asked.

He was able to easily defeat the chief disciple of the inner sect in just three moves, so he was definitely not an ordinary nobody.

An elder with a white beard shook his head and said, "We can't find anything. It seems to have appeared out of thin air."

Upon hearing this, Yan Panshi's face turned ugly. "Without any background, you dare to come and challenge us? You really don't know what death means."

"Feng'er, you know what to do, right?"

Behind the crowd, a young man with a square face and a robust build slowly stepped forward.

This man is named Yan Feng, the son of Yan Panshi, and the young master of Zhenyue Pavilion.

As he stepped forward, his eyes were fixed on the mother and her two children in the center of the square.

"Father, I know what to do. Today, not a single person will leave Zhenyue Pavilion alive, including that woman!"

"Okay, go ahead!"

Yan Panshi reached out and patted his son's shoulder, "Let everyone see that you are not a true disciple because you are my son, but because of your strength."

Nodding, Yan Feng walked step by step to the center of the square.

Staring at the three people in front of him, Yan Feng tilted his head and grinned, "You know the rules for coming to challenge someone, right?"

Lady Wei replied, "I know. Fists and kicks have no eyes, and life and death are irrelevant!"

"It's good to know."

Nodding, Lady Wei was about to lead the ten thousand horses back, handing the scene over to Qianjun.

"Wait a minute!"

Hearing Yan Feng's voice behind her, Madam Wei subconsciously stopped in her tracks. "Is there anything else?"

Yan Feng grinned even wider, his smile growing even more smug. "Madam, you still retain your charm, which I greatly admire. If you were to beg me now, perhaps I would spare your son's life."

Lady Wei's face darkened, and she said to Wan Ma, "Let's finish this quickly!"

After speaking, Lady Wei led her troops back to observe how the challenge would unfold.

Crunch, crunch!

Yan Feng clenched his fist and looked the big, dumb guy in front of him up and down.

He was already quite tall, but who would have thought there's always someone bigger than him.

While I was thinking about all this, the big, clumsy guy on the other side had already launched an attack.

You've come at the perfect time. Let's see if you're all show and no substance, just a pretty face.

boom!

Clenching his fist, Yan Feng charged straight at his opponent.

Click!

The next moment, his wrist suddenly cracked, and then his entire arm twisted.

A gasp rippled through the crowd. The young sect leader, Yan Feng, had actually been defeated?

One move, just one move.

"Ahhh~"

Yan Feng's painful cries only rang out now.

He looked at his right arm, which had become as limp as a noodle.

It was both painful and unbelievable.

How is that possible?

He did not underestimate his opponent.

His punch.

He used a full 80% of his strength.

How could we possibly lose?

Upon seeing that Yan Feng's right arm was broken, Yan Panshi and several elders quickly rushed to Yan Feng's side and helped him up.

"Feng'er, are you alright?"

Yan Panshi was filled with heartache.

"Father, I'm alright, I can fight again!"

Yan Feng's forehead was covered in cold sweat, but he still had to keep fighting.

He cannot lose, otherwise, the reputation of Zhenyue Pavilion will be ruined.

"Sect Leader, the Young Sect Leader's right arm is completely broken. He can't fight anymore. We need to set the bones quickly." Several elders reached out and touched it, and immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.

If the bones aren't set quickly, Yan Feng's life will end here.

"Quickly, help Feng'er down to set the bones, use the best medicine."

"yes!"

After watching his son being helped away by several elders, Yan Panshi looked at the people in front of him.

Madam Wei stepped forward and said, "Sect Leader Yan, you have lost! According to the rules, Zhenyue Pavilion can no longer accept disciples!"

They can't accept disciples? What's the difference between that and sentencing Zhenyue Pavilion to death?

Yan Panshi was furious and said, "Just now, my son underestimated his opponent, which is why you, this woman's foolish son, won. I'm not convinced!"

"Let's fight one more time. If I lose, Zhenyue Pavilion will never accept another disciple!"

Madam Wei sneered, "They say you lose because you underestimate your opponent. Your Zhenyue Pavilion has thousands of disciples; do you expect us to fight them all one by one before you admit defeat?"

Yan Panshi took off his outer garment, revealing his well-defined muscles. "In this final match, I, Yan Panshi, will personally fight your son. If I lose, I lose."