Chapter 33: Duan Ling Xing

Crackle

The youth stood up inside the bath barrel and slowly stretched his body. His bones made clear and melodious sounds as they rubbed against each other.

Gripping his hands into fists, the corners of the youth's mouth curled up into a smile. "Three more Seven Treasures Body Tempering Liquid baths and I should be able to break through to the eighth level of the Body Tempering stage. Once I break through, my strength will more than double!"

Because his cultivation level was going up once again, the youth's mood was superb.

After putting on some clothes, Duan Ling Tian walked out of his room.

With narrow eyes, he looked at the young girl who was drenched in sweat and swinging the Violet Meteorite Flexible Sword. His expression emitted a feeling of tender love.

He had observed the painstaking cultivation that the young girl had gone through in these past few months, and his heart ached.

"Young Master."

When the young girl noticed Duan Ling Tian, she put her Violet Meteorite Flexible Sword in the sheath on her waist and smiled sweetly as she went to greet him.

"Are you tired?" Duan Ling Tian asked.

He extended his hand and slightly dominatingly took the young girl's handkerchief from her, then he proceeded to wipe the sweat off the young girl's face with an expression of gentleness.

There was only tenderness in his eyes.

The young girl lightly shook her head. Her delicate and exquisite face had a smile of happiness.

As far as she was concerned, for the sake of the Young Master, no matter how tired she was, it was worth it.

"Boss, Boss!"

Just when the youth and young girl were like a couple gazing at each other, two abrupt shouts from outside the courtyard broke the happy atmosphere.

Duan Ling Tian's face couldn't help but become grim.

This damn fatty really knows how to choose his timing...

The young girl smiled lightly and considerately said, "Young Master, he's looking for you so urgently. Maybe there's an important matter."

Duan Ling Tian nodded and replied, "Get in here!"

The little fatty walked in from outside and said to Duan Ling Tian, "Boss, you have guests."

"At my house?"

Duan Ling Tian was dazed. He didn't understand what little fatty meant.

"Yeah, it's some people from the Duan Clan. There were two them. I heard from outside the audience hall that Ninth Elder referred to a middle-aged man as 'Fourth Brother,' and he addressed Ninth Elder as 'Third Sister in Law,'" the Little fatty said. He had a look of wanting to seek credit.

"Third Sister in law? Don't tell me..."

Duan Ling Tian's heart skipped a beat.

Even in the past Duan Ling Tian's memories, there were none about his father.

Obviously, ever since he was old enough to understand things, he had never seen his father, not even once.

Towards that mysterious father of his, although Duan Ling Tian didn't miss him, he was still curious in his heart...

He wanted to know what kind of man would be so merciless as to leave his wife and son!

"Ke Er, let's go take a look."

Holding the young girl's hand, Duan Ling Tian walked quickly out of his house.

"Boss, wait for me. You can't be ungrateful!"

Seeing Duan Ling Tian and Ke Er walking out in the blink of an eye, the little fatty started shouting loudly as he hurriedly followed behind them.

The Li family's audience hall was close at hand.

Suddenly, Duan Ling Tian's gaze fixed upon a figure walking towards him from the direction of the audience hall.

It was a twenty-something-year-old young man with an expression of arrogance. It was as if the whole world owed him money.

"Boss, he is one of the Duan Clan members that arrived, and he's really arrogant; he was even looking down upon the Patriarch and Ninth Elder," the Little fatty said to Duan Ling Tian in a light voice when he noticed the young man walking over.

Duan Clan!

Duan Ling Tian gave him another glance.

At this moment, the young man noticed the three of them.

When his gaze fell upon the young girl beside Duan Ling Tian, his gaze couldn't move away. He stared at her with a burning gaze mixed with a trace of greed and lust.

The young girl's willow-shaped eyebrows frowned. Just as she revealed a displeased expression, a figure stepped forward and like a mountain stood in front of her, blocking the person's gaze.

It's like he was there to keep out the wind and rain, causing her heart to feel incomparable warmth.

"Hmm?"

The young man frowned and his expression turned grim.

But when he noticed the facial features of the youth that blocked in front of the young girl, his pupils constricted; even his tone became more hurried.

"You're Duan Ling Tian?"

"You know me?"

Duan Ling Tian was dazed. After searching through the memories in his head, he couldn't find anything about the person in front of him.

But why would the young man know him?

"Humph! You grew up to have the same moral conscience as your short-lived father," the young man grunted. His eyes started emitting a cold killing intent!

Even Duan Ling Tian didn't know why someone who he hadn't met before would emit such a killing intent towards him.

His heart jerked as he remembered how the young man mentioned his father. Don't tell me this young man has an irreconcilable enmity and hatred towards that father that I have never met?

"If I'm not remembering wrongly... you're fifteen this year. Fifteen years old and at the seventh level of the Body Tempering stage. You must have inherited your short lived father's natural talent. But with only this amount of strength, in the eyes of I, Duan Ling Xing, you are no different from an ant!"

As Duan Ling Xing spoke, he took a step forward...

His body moved like a flash of lightning straight towards Duan Ling Tian...

At the same time, a vast amount of Origin Energy gathered in his right hand, causing it to start shaking abruptly.

Striking out a palm with immense force!

Instantly, the forces of heaven and shook and eight ancient mammoth silhouettes developed above him.

The strength behind this palm strike was actually equal to the strength of eight ancient mammoths!

Duan Ling Xing was clearly a sixth level Core Formation martial artist...

Only a sixth level Core Formation martial artist at full strength would be capable of drawing upon the forces of heaven and earth to develop into six ancient mammoth silhouettes.

Never would Duan Ling Tian have expected that the young man would suddenly come for his life. His face distorted as his body abruptly inclined backwards!

Before he could fully dodge the attack, Duan Ling Xing's palm strike was already upon his chest.

Instantly, he felt as if he was sent flying by a 10,000 pound stone!

He was blasted out like an arrow leaving the bowstring...

As he was in the air, Duan Ling Tian's throat had a sweet taste. After lightly coughing, blood dyed the ground. It was unpleasant to the eye yet attention-drawing.

"Young master!"

"Boss!"

The young girl and the little fatty's faces changed greatly as they flew towards Duan Ling Tian and supported him up.

Their expressions were filled with rage as they looked at Duan Ling Xing.

Duan Ling Tian took in a deep breath. If he hadn't used his Spirit Serpent Movement Technique to incline his body backwards earlier, Duan Ling Xing's palm strike could have easily taken his life.

At the instant, the proximity of death caused a lingering fear in his heart.

But after his heart stopped palpitating with fear, all he was left with was a belly full of rage!

Duan Ling Tian's expression was grim as he stared at Duan Ling Xing. In an extremely low and deep voice, he said, "I don't think there are any ill feelings between us, so why did you suddenly want to kill me?"

From the time the young man proclaimed his name, Duan Ling Tian was aware that the relationship between them wouldn't be simple, since their names were only different by one word.

But, he couldn't understand why the young man would be so merciless towards him, going straight for his life.

"I didn't think that you could actually dodge 80% of my palm's strength. I take back what I said earlier; you can compare to an ant."

Duan Ling Xing took a step forward and looking condescendingly at Duan Ling Tian as a sneer appeared on his face. "As for what you said about no ill feelings, then you're extremely wrong! Your short-lived father didn't take the relationship between brothers into consideration that year, crippling my father's Dantian and causing him to live a lifetime of pain. Now, can you still say we have no ill feelings between each other?"

Duan Ling Tian drew in a deep breath. So that's how it was.

Following which, he coldly glanced at Duan Ling Xing as he mocked, "If you're really capable, you can go ahead and find the person that crippled your dad and take revenge! Taking it out on me only means that you're incapable."

"The son pays the debts of the father!"

Duan Ling Xing coldly laughed and waved his hand. As his body shot out, the same palm strike from earlier struck out once more. "I want to see how you dodge my palm strike this time!"

Whoosh!

At this moment, the young girl beside Duan Ling Tian moved.

Sword Drawing Arts!

An extremely swift violet sword flashed by, moving to intercept Duan Ling Xing's palm strike...

Duan Ling Xing's smile became even colder as his hands closed together and caught the young girl's sword.

Origin Energy bursting forth, he struck the sword with his palm!

Immediately, the young girl's delicate figure started trembling, then she spat out a mouthful of blood and her sword was sent flying.

The young girl used the sword to support herself as she managed to stand up with great effort. Her face was as pale as paper.

"Ke Er!"

The young girl being injured caused Duan Ling Tian's face to change greatly and his eyes emitted strong killing intent.

Using Spirit Serpent Movement Technique, he instantly appeared in front of Duan Ling Xing.

With his right hand touching his waist, Sword Drawing Technique!

"Humph, you're overestimating yourself!"

Duan Ling Xing snorted coldly as his hands grabbed out once again.

Immediately, Duan Ling Tian was blasted away just like the young girl was.

Duan Ling Tian, who was already heavily injured, once again fiercely fell to the ground. It was difficult for him to even stand up.

"Young Master!" Ke Er cried out sorrowfully. Her delicate body trembled and she fell to the ground due to the sword in her hand being unable to support her any longer.

Although she fell to the ground, Ke Er, whose clear eyes were filled with tears, still crawled achingly towards Duan Ling Tian....

When he saw this, an incomparable jealousy surged within Duan Ling Xing's eyes.

His legs shook as he flew out towards Duan Ling Tian. Killing intent started emitting from his eyes as he sent out a palm strike with immense force!

Above Duan Ling Xing were eight ancient mammoth silhouettes...

"Boss!"

Just at this moment, accompanied by a loud exclamation, a figure that was like a ball blocked Duan Ling Xing's path, taking his palm strike head on. He flew back more than ten meters before falling to the ground. He didn't make a single sound after.

"Li Xuan!"

Duan Ling Tian's pupils constricted and his expression changed greatly. His voice sounded wretched and cold, and his slightly immature face started to tremble.

He never expected that Li Xuan would take Duan Ling Xing's palm strike for him!

At this moment, infinite regret surged in his heart...

He hated himself for being incapable!

He hated himself for not treating Li Xuan better!

"Is it painful?"

Seeing this, Duan Ling Xing laughed while looking at Duan Ling Tian with a mocking expression.

Duan Ling Tian didn't say anything, but the gaze with which he looked at Duan Ling Xing was filled with a bloodthirsty coldness, and his body emitted a bloodthirsty killing intent.

This killing intent suffused itself into the air, causing Duan Ling Xing expression to change. He subconsciously moved a step backwards.

Duan Ling Xing was, after all, only a twenty-something-year-old young man.

How could he all of a sudden be able to withstand Duan Ling Tian's bloody-thirsty killing intent from his infinite massacres in his previous life...

"Trash!"

Duan Ling Tian's mouth curled up coldly, as if ridiculing Duan Ling Xing's cowardice.

"You..."

Duan Ling Xing's expression turned grim. Never had he expected that he would be forced to step backwards by the imposing manner of a fifteen-year-old. The embarrassment made him instantly made him angry, then eight ancient mammoth silhouettes appeared above him.

A merciless palm strike was going straight towards Duan Ling Tian!

"Young master!"

Ke Er emitted a shrill and sorrowful cry...