Chapter Twenty: Fierce Battle with Wang Yiyi

Watching Wang Yiyi grow stronger amidst the raging flames, Su Yang’s expression turned grave.

He was, of course, well-acquainted with the power of bloodlines. He himself should have awakened such power long ago, but his three years as a blood slave had squandered much of his time. Although he had since recovered, his progress could not keep pace with Wang Yiyi’s rapid ascension.

Even the Great Sage could not help but sigh in Su Yang’s mind, "This girl is quite remarkable; to awaken her bloodline at such a tender age. Had she not provoked you, her future achievements might not have been inferior to your own. Alas, she has gone astray. Though she has fused with the Supreme Blood within your body, it is, after all, not power belonging to her own essence. She may appear monstrously talented now, but the moment she loses that Supreme Blood, her future... will collapse entirely."

"She is indeed formidable; this sense of oppression!" Su Yang replied with a bitter smile.

It was not that he felt Wang Yiyi was invincible; rather, he knew that her meteoric rise was a consequence of his own misfortune.

"Boy, do not worry. Even though she has mastered bloodline power, your Battle Saint Technique is peerless. Whether you can reclaim your own power depends on your performance." With that, the Great Sage fell silent, leaving Su Yang to his own devices. Su Yang understood well that the Great Sage simply did not want him to become dependent.

At this moment, Wang Yiyi resembled a phoenix rising from the ashes, exuding an arrogant aura. Compared to before, she was like an entirely different person.

Within Yebie City, there were many residents, and no shortage of cultivators. At this moment, many wandering cultivators and smaller factions—long suppressed by the three major powers—watched the events unfolding at the Su estate from the shadows.

The appearance of Su Yang, in particular, drew gasps from those who recognized him.

"Is that... the former genius of the Su family? Su Yang?"

"It is him. Even though he vanished for three years, that face has not changed at all."

"Tsk, tsk. Who would have thought the Wang manor was so vicious? This Wang Yiyi is truly terrifying."

"Who wouldn't say so? It is a pity for Su Yang’s parents. If they hadn't departed, the Su family would certainly not be in such a wretched state today."

Many who had learned the truth of what happened years ago could not help but sigh in lamentation. Who could have imagined that behind Wang Yiyi’s monstrous strength lay the stolen Supreme Blood from Su Yang’s body?

Fortunately, the formidable combat power Wang Yiyi displayed still kept many wandering cultivators and factions aligned with the Wang family.

"This Su Yang truly has a death wish. Having managed to find a way to survive, instead of fleeing, he actually dares to seek revenge against Miss Yiyi?"

"Haha! You don't know the half of it. He still thinks he is the Su Yang of old!"

"To think that Miss Yiyi has already grasped the power of her bloodline. With such terrifying talent, how could Su Yang possibly be her match?"

"Look, that is an elder of the Moon-Gazing Sect. With her there, nothing will happen to Miss Yiyi."

"After tonight, Yebie City will likely fall completely into the hands of the Wang family."

"Heh, luckily I have a good relationship with Master Wang. Perhaps after tonight, I will be promoted."

As half of Yebie City was illuminated by the fire-phoenix power erupting from Wang Yiyi, she rose to her feet once more. Her previous injuries had already healed. Staring at Su Yang with icy eyes, she declared, "Su Yang, now, properly experience the power I have prepared for you."

As she spoke, she flashed forward. Like a phoenix emerging, a massive, scorching sun-like orb of fire roared toward Su Yang.

Seeing this, Su Yang retreated rapidly while manifesting a long staff in his hand. It was a weapon he had forged from ebony; though not a spiritual artifact, it was perfectly suited for the combat style of the Battle Saint Technique.

As he brandished the staff, it was immediately enveloped in his spiritual energy, glowing with a golden hue. He swung the weapon, unleashing waves of fierce fighting intent to hold back the encroaching inferno.

Not far away, Li Beiye and the others retreated a hundred paces. Li Beiye had managed to carry the unconscious Su Beilou to safety; otherwise, the man would have already been a corpse. Watching the two, who once shared a marriage contract, now clashing like mortal enemies, Li Beiye felt a deep sense of sorrow.

At the same time, he was shocked by the combat power Wang Yiyi displayed. Despite having only just stepped into the Divine Martial Realm, she could rely on her bloodline to erupt with power no less than his own—a seventh-grade Divine Martial expert. Was this the terror of possessing a bloodline? It was truly enviable.

"Although Su Yang has recovered his former cultivation, it seems unrealistic for him to defeat Wang Yiyi. I cannot let him fall here, or my daughter’s illness may truly become impossible to suppress." With this thought, Li Beiye gripped his long spear tightly. In his heart, nothing was more important than Li Shanshan.

"Su Yang, I will lend you a hand!" Seeing Su Yang nearing his limit, Li Beiye roared. Just as he was about to intervene, a figure blocked his path. The newcomer struck out with a palm, the force sweeping through like a gale.

It was Wang Lang!

"City Lord Li, your opponent is me. The affairs between them are not for you to interfere in!" Even though Li Beiye’s strength surpassed his own, Wang Lang was not afraid. His daughter was so exceptional; resolving Su Yang would be effortless. As long as he could hold out for a while, Li Beiye’s time would also come to an end.

*Clang!*

Wang Lang’s sudden strike was easily parried by Li Beiye, who had been keeping a close watch on him. His spear emerged like a dancing dragon!

"Hmph! Wang Lang, stop blocking me." Li Beiye’s eyes were like swords, radiating cold light. Undeterred by Wang Lang’s offensive, he swung his spear and engaged him in a fierce battle.

"I have long wanted to see exactly how much power you, City Lord Li, truly possess."

"Kill!"

In an instant, the two exchanged several blows in mid-air, gradually fighting toward a different clearing.

"Su Yang, is this all you have? I thought you might be formidable after miraculously surviving, but it seems you are nothing more than this." Watching Su Yang, who could only defend against her attacks, a hint of joy appeared on Wang Yiyi’s frosty face.

Su Yang gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with overwhelming fighting intent. He raised his staff high, leaping into the void with the momentum of one charging toward the heavens. He struck out toward the massive ball of fire, shouting, "Wang Yiyi, take this!"

"Haa!"

The staff swung down, the released fighting intent swirling through the void like a storm. The massive phantom of the staff was truly fearsome.

Seeing Su Yang muster his strength once more, Wang Yiyi gritted her teeth in fury. "Su Yang, I will burn you to ashes!"

In an instant, she hurled the massive, sun-like orb of fire into the void, engulfing the staff Su Yang held high above him.