Chapter 1869: Same Sect Competition

Shock flashed through his mind, and he immediately understood.

He wasn't Liu Yang!

Instead, he was the new Emperor of the Foreign Tribe. It was understandable that these elder and younger disciples, as human elites, would come to ambush and kill him.

"Well met! It's a good opportunity for me to see what realms you've all reached after such a long time!"

He wanted to use telepathy to stop them, but he also knew that this was a crucial moment for the enthronement ceremony. If he admitted his relationship as a fellow disciple with the attackers, his teacher's plans would be ruined. So he immediately stopped himself.

At the same time, a sense of pride also surged within him.

He also wanted to see what levels and strengths his many fellow disciples had reached after not seeing them for more than half a year.

Boom!

He suddenly turned around and hammered a punch towards the charging spirit.

The ground collapsed. The immense power was like two worlds colliding, and Lu Chong's spirit, having just appeared, was hammered back into the ground.

"What a powerful punch..."

Lu Chong's pupils constricted, his face turning as cold as ice.

He had only ever felt this kind of violent punching power from his teacher and senior disciple Liu Yang. He hadn't expected that this new Emperor of the Foreign Tribe could also unleash it.

No wonder he was able to pacify the entire race; this kind of power was truly terrifying.

With one punch, he repelled Lu Chong. Liu Yang's aura surged as he simultaneously extended both hands to meet Zheng Yang's long spear and Zhao Ya's long sword.

With two fists meeting two weapons, Liu Yang showed no weakness.

Having received the full power of Emperor Chen Yong, his current strength had already reached the late stage of Blood Rebirth in the Ancient Sage Triple Realm, just one step away from the peak. Although his two elder and younger disciples had also made rapid progress during this time, they were still a bit lacking compared to him.

Thump! Thump!

With two muffled groans, both retreated in unison.

Whoosh!

Numerous Foreign Tribe soldiers, seeing their new Emperor under attack, rushed forward.

"Without my command, you are not allowed to act!"

With a cold snort, Liu Yang stopped the crowd preparing for a joint attack, and suddenly made a grabbing motion with his palm.

The force tore through the air; Zhao Ya's long sword seemed ready to fly out of her hand at any moment.

Her delicate eyebrows raised as Zhao Ya's pupils constricted. Clearly, she hadn't expected this new Emperor Yong to be not only so powerful but also possess astonishing insight, instantly spotting the flaw in her sword technique and aiming to snatch her sword away.

"Unleash!"

Knowing that if he succeeded, their ambush would very likely fail completely, she let out a delicate cry.

Boom!

Her Pure Yin Physique fully activated. In an instant, centered around her, frost fell and white snow drifted for hundreds of kilometers around, creating a scene as if winter had arrived.

Under immense pressure, her stagnant cultivation broke through in the blink of an eye.

Ancient Sage Second Realm, Hundred Schools of Thought!

Inside the Temple of Confucius, she had already reached the Great Perfection of the Undying Realm. Coupled with refining the Bodhi Fruit and Ice Crystal bestowed by her teacher, her cultivation soared. Although she didn't have access to the Spring and Autumn Hall like Zheng Yang, her progress was also not slow, and the true strength of the two was nearly identical.

If it weren't for this, Yuan Tao wouldn't have been so intimidated just by hearing his Senior Sister's cry.

Once her cultivation broke through, Zhao Ya's edge became even sharper, and her combat power immediately doubled. Streams of sword qi cascaded like waterfalls, leaving no room for escape.

Zheng Yang also stepped forward, his long spear repeatedly thrusting out, forming a ribbon of light that descended from the sky, leaving no room for anyone to dodge.

"This..."

Zhang Xuan, who had originally been watching the spectacle, frowned slightly upon seeing this scene, and a surge of anger involuntarily burned within him.

After not seeing them for just over two months, what state had these unruly disciples cultivated themselves into?

Not only had they completely forgotten the ultimate moves he taught them, but their current techniques were also half-baked and simply disgraceful!

"Hmph!"

As Zhang Xuan sighed, the two disciples' attacks reached Liu Yang. He held his palms in the air, unleashing punching power that crushed down like a millstone.

Crack! Crack!

Zheng Yang and Zhao Ya again retreated in unison.

"Senior Sister!"

"Senior Brother!"

Boom!

Wang Ying, Wei Ruyan, and Yuan Tao could no longer hold back and also rushed forward in unison.

Yuan Tao charged with a direct body slam. Although he hadn't reached the Ancient Sage realm, having absorbed Master Kong's imprint and endured an Ancient Sage tribulation once, the robustness of his physical body was comparable to an Ancient Sage divine weapon. Using his body as a weapon, its power was surprisingly immense.

Wei Ruyan unleashed her Innate Poisonous Physique, releasing poisonous qi that coiled like a dragon, making it impossible for anyone to approach and even twisting the surrounding space with its toxicity.

Although Wang Ying didn't use any spirit-activating items, her own strength had also reached the Ancient Sage level. Furthermore, her meticulousness allowed her to coordinate every move with her fellow disciples, giving a feeling of seizing every opportunity, which actually made Liu Yang the most uncomfortable.

Thump, thump, thump!

The six of them, fighting together like a single entity, stripped Liu Yang of his previous deterrence, forcing him to retreat continuously.

Although his cultivation far surpassed theirs, these six were all direct disciples of their teacher, having each cultivated the most exquisite martial techniques and possessing the deepest understanding of cultivation methods. If he didn't use the ultimate moves taught by his teacher and only relied on the legacy of Emperor Yong, he truly couldn't withstand them.

But once he used the ultimate moves inherited from their teacher, as fellow disciples, they would certainly recognize them instantly, and at that point, the battle would naturally cease.

Thump! Thump!

With countless thoughts in his mind, his physical reactions slowed slightly. He was hit by two consecutive attacks, retreated a few steps, and a sweet taste rose in his throat as blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

After more than half a year apart, he had thought that having received the legacy of Emperor Yong, he would surely surpass everyone. He hadn't expected everyone to still be so powerful.

"This Emperor Yong is a bit strange..."

After repeated attacks, Zhao Ya and the others also sensed that something was amiss.

The combat power of this new Emperor Yong was undoubtedly far stronger than they had imagined. This was beyond doubt, but... why did it feel like he knew their coordination and techniques so clearly?

"Whether he's strange or not, if we don't hurry, once the other Foreign Tribe members unite, we'll truly perish here..."

Zheng Yang's eyebrows shot up, his eyes filled with urgency.

No wonder he was able to unify the Foreign Tribe. Although this guy was young, his combat power was unquestionable. They had thought that they were already the most talented individuals among the younger generation. They never dreamed that this new Emperor Yong, who was no older than them, could fight six people alone without showing any signs of defeat.

Could it be... he's truly a disciple of a god?

Otherwise, why would he be so powerful?

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The battle of the seven caused the air to churn, continuously emitting a rumbling sound like distant thunder. All the Foreign Tribe members below watched, their faces flushed with excitement.

A chaotic battle of Ancient Sage level, and so powerful... it was almost unprecedented.

Most importantly, this new Emperor Yong, fighting one against six, was astonishingly powerful!

"Enough!"

Just as everyone was still in shock, a low voice boomed in the air, reverberating throughout the entire Royal City.

Hearing this voice, Zheng Yang, Zhao Ya, and the others, who were in the midst of their encirclement, stiffened all over and quickly retreated.

The new Emperor Yong also stood stunned in place.

Boom!

A figure, with hands clasped behind his back, slowly descended from the sky.