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The mountaintop fell silent for a moment.

Ye An withdrew his hand, and the clump of Yi Wood essence disappeared from his palm.

He slowly descended from the sky, his fiery red hair gradually turning back to its original jet black as he fell.

The terrifying aura that made the heavens and earth scorch also subsided and finally disappeared without a trace.

He landed on the bluestone slab in the center of the square, his toes barely touching the ground, without making a sound.

It was as if the deity who had just wielded a five-zhang-long divine sword and slain celestial beings was merely an illusion for everyone.

He was just a young man dressed in white with shoulder-length black hair, his expression indifferent, as if he had just casually swatted a fly.

The thousands of martial artists around them remained motionless, heads tilted back.

No one dared to speak, or even breathe loudly.

In everyone's eyes, there was a mixture of fear, awe, and a trace of barely suppressed fanaticism.

Among the crowd, Fang Hongda and Master Guan were the first to break free from their dazed state.

The two looked at each other and saw in each other's eyes the ecstasy of surviving a disaster and an indescribable shock.

Master Guan's lips trembled, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He wanted to say something, but found his limited vocabulary completely inadequate to describe what he had just seen.

What kind of martial art is that?

No.

That's not martial arts.

That's supernatural power.

Fang Hongda let out a long breath, and the anxiety that had been gripping him finally subsided.

His chest heaved violently with excitement, and an unprecedented sense of pride welled up inside him.

He knew that from this day forward, the name Ye An would be a taboo that no one in the entire Jiangnan region, or even the entire ancient martial arts world of China, would dare to touch.

And he, Fang Hongda, is the one standing beside this taboo.

Beside Chen Daidai, the fashionable girl had completely collapsed, sliding down Chen Daidai's arm to sit on the ground, her eyes glazed over, unconsciously repeating:

"So handsome... Dai Dai... Is he... is he a god...?"

Another boy pinched his thigh hard, his facial muscles contorted with pain, but his eyes looked even more dazed.

Chen Daidai's gaze was fixed on the figure in the center of the square.

At this moment, hearing the discussions around her, how could she not know that the person in front of her was Ye An!

In my mind, the scene from that birthday party kept replaying over and over again.

The condescending disdain of his older brother Chen Zhewen, and the undisguised mockery of his friends.

Looking back now, how ridiculous it seems.

She thought she was seeing an ugly duckling that had blended into a flock of swans.

Who would have thought that it wasn't a duck at all, but a divine dragon soaring through the heavens, just passing by its own lake.

A tremendous sense of absurdity instantly swept over her entire body.

The deathly silence in the square lasted for an unknown period of time.

Finally, an old master with white hair and beard turned his gaze from the cliff where Yun Jingxing had fallen to Ye An, and sighed in a hoarse, dry voice.

"One sword breaks all laws, Qixia slays the celestial beings... From today onwards, the heavens of the ancient martial arts world in Jiangnan have a new master."

This sentence, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirred up a thousand ripples.

The tense atmosphere was broken.

"It's more than just a change of masters! Have you forgotten the news from Dongyang Town? The number one Muay Thai fighter, Chaiya Anan, died under mysterious circumstances. At the time, everyone thought it was an exaggeration, but now it seems... he died a truly deserved death!"

"We were so narrow-minded! We thought that a Grandmaster of Internal Energy was just a powerful figure, and that the Celestial Realm was the pinnacle of martial arts. Today, we are fortunate enough to witness Master Ye's divine power, and we realize that there are always people more capable than ourselves, and that there is always something beyond our understanding!"

"Yes, Yun Jingxing's manipulation of plants and trees has already astonished us, but Master Ye... he can actually draw upon sunlight and condense a divine sword! Is this... is this really a realm that we mortals can even imagine?"

"After this battle, the ancient martial arts world of Jiangnan will revere Master Ye! Who dares to disobey? We wouldn't even be worthy to carry Master Ye's shoes!"

Suppressed murmurs rose and fell among the crowd.

The way everyone looked at Ye An had quietly changed from initial awe to almost fanatical worship.

For those who have dedicated their lives to martial arts, witnessing firsthand a supreme being far beyond their imagination is as impactful as a believer seeing God.

Amidst this fervent reverence, the Medicine King Valley group stood out as an oddity.

All the disciples stood there, their faces ashen, as if their souls had been ripped out. Elder Wu Yong was trembling all over, his eyes unfocused, muttering something unconsciously, but no sound came out.

The sect leader is dead.

He was killed with a single sword strike, and his body fell into the abyss.

The very essence of his cultivation was forcibly extracted by others.

The sky over Medicine King Valley has fallen.

Wu Yong dared not imagine what Medicine King Valley would face without Yun Jingxing, this towering tree.

Whether it's the purge by this young man or the various forces eyeing the valley from below, who will pounce like sharks smelling blood and tear apart Medicine King Valley's century-old foundation, remains to be seen.

The more he thought about it, the more his body trembled.

In this despairing silence, a person pushed aside his distraught fellow disciples and stepped out from the Medicine King Valley's ranks.

He walked step by step to the center of the square, stopped three steps away from Ye An, and then bowed deeply to Ye An.

It was Chen Zhewen.

This move put everyone on edge.

Ye An's gaze fell on him, her eyes calm and indifferent.

"What? You want to avenge your master?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it silenced the slightly agitated crowd once more. All eyes were fixed on Chen Zhewen, as everyone assumed a bloody purge was about to begin.

Chen Zhewen slowly shook his head and raised his head.

His face showed no hatred or anger, only a calm and bitterness that was incongruous with his age.

"Master Ye, the outcome of today's decisive battle is already decided. My master's skills were inferior, and his death and dissipation were his own choices. You cannot be blamed for this."

A low murmur arose from the surrounding crowd.

Chen Zhewen ignored him and looked at Ye An, continuing, "Besides, it was my teacher who first attacked the people around you, breaking the rules of martial arts. His defeat at your hands today is an honorable one."

He bowed again.

"I only beg Master Ye not to take his anger out on the other disciples of Medicine King Valley. They...they are innocent and did not participate in this matter. Please forgive me, Master Ye. We can discuss any conditions you have."

Ye An looked at him.

This Chen Zhewen is more responsible and flexible than his master.

"You...can you represent the entire Medicine King Valley?"