Chapter Fifty-One: Inn Turbulence

  Zhao had barely finished speaking.

  A silver-white light column shot up from Zhao Wuliang's body, followed by a silver-white sword arc, which was extremely frightening.

  A loud rumble, a silver-white light column directly crushed the table and chairs beside Zhao Wu Liang, a sky-shaking hatred rushed to the sky, then a wave of momentum crazily spread out from the sword arc, like a plague, wildly spreading in all directions, its target was exactly where Lin Yuan was.

  Wherever he passed by, some weak and small martial artists even turned pale with fright.

  "How is it possible?"

  "This is...the power of the Eightfold Realm Boundary after tomorrow!"

  "How could Zhao Wu Liang have gone this far?"

  "It's impossible, this strength has clearly almost reached the Late Ninth Heaven Realm"

  Among the onlookers from afar, there were also warriors who had reached the Later Heaven Eighth Realm, and when Zhao Wujiu revealed his true strength, they couldn't help but exclaim in shock.

  The scene before their eyes was truly beyond their comprehension, Zhao Wuji's strength growth rate had completely surpassed the range they could estimate, infinitely approaching the Nine Heavens Realm, and even his own strength had reached the Nine Heavens Realm.

  In the inn, fragments of wood fell down piece by piece.

  And the dust particles, due to the collision of Lin Yuan and Zhao Wu Liang's two powerful forces, slowly floated upwards. A strange force field was formed in the collision, seemingly visible to the naked eye, like a dark whirlpool swirling around.

  Zhao Wu Liang looked up at the sky and laughed maniacally.

  "Haha, even if you're incredibly powerful, so what? You've ruined my son, now you'll accompany him in death." Zhao Wuliang's entire face twisted into a grotesque grimace, no longer bearing the appearance he had just before.

  His explosive True Yuan fluctuations and aura firmly locked onto Lin Yuan, the silver-white True Yuan along with the sword arc surrounding him made him seem like a demon god, unmatched in aura and unparalleled in ferocity.

  The crowd's gasps filled his ears, and Zhao Wu Liang's laughter grew even more unrestrained.

  His strength over the years has been stuck at the peak of the Post-Heaven Eightfold Boundary, but his actual strength is indeed more powerful than that of an ordinary Post-Heaven Eightfold Boundary.

  The sound of crazy venting lingered in the inn for a long time, lingering on.

  And at this moment, the people below also thought that Lin Yuan would definitely be miserable. They had never seen Zhao Wuliang, the master of the Zhao family, so angry before today.

  Lin Yuan was quietly waiting all along.

  Just like watching his performance, he looked at his opponent who was in a frantic state, and waited until Zhao Wu's laughter fell, Lin Yuan still remained the same.

  Perhaps in the eyes of others, Zhao Wu's aura was extremely powerful, comparable to that of a Nine Heavens Realm cultivator. But how could they have imagined that Lin Yuan was not as weak as they thought, but rather a true master of the Nine Heavens Realm? His own strength had even reached the level of Half-Step Heaven's Chosen.

  But however

  Just as Zhao Wu Liang was enjoying this kind of atmosphere.

  The next moment, something that left everyone aghast as if struck by lightning happened.

  The aura bursting out of Lin Yuan's body suddenly and inexplicably skyrocketed, like a rocket soaring without limit, as if it would never stop.

  This wave instantly dissolved Zhao Wu's advantage.

  The situation suddenly reversed at the most unexpected moment.

  Compared to this incredible aura, Zhao Wu's aura, which was close to the ninth heaven of the acquired realm, couldn't be compared to Lin Yuan's. How could a sparkling gem compare to a bright moon?

  In an instant, the wildly spreading silver-white true yuan energy and sword arc vanished like a mirage.

  "Whoa......" Zhao Wu's body shape at the edge of the forest emitted a terrifying aura, his true yuan suddenly contracted, and the sword arc also dimmed instantly. His feet also retreated backwards.

  "Wow!"

  Zhao Wu's sudden retreat instantly shocked all the warriors in the inn. Even some ordinary people who didn't practice martial arts could tell that the aura that had just burst out from Lin Yuan's body had instantly suppressed Zhao Wu.

  Zhao was overwhelming with his aura, but unexpectedly, Lin Yuan's aura was even more terrifying.

  The people in the inn knew that this time they had encountered Zhao Wu Liang, he was defeated.

  "Who is this young man?" For an instant, everyone's mind was filled with a sense of doubt. But before anyone could react.

  At the moment when Lin Yuan repelled Zhao Wuji's imposing aura, Zhao Wuji's entire face suddenly turned pale. Then, his face suddenly flushed red like blood rushing to it.

  "Pffft! Pffft! Pffft!" Zhao Wuliang suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He was injured.

  Not even a real fight had begun, yet he was already injured. In this moment, the people in the inn suddenly understood that the strength in this young man's hands was far beyond their expectations. This wasn't a young man, it was clearly a monster.

  "You, you're doing well?" Zhao Wu Liang's smile on his face, accompanied by the fresh blood at the corner of his mouth, looked slightly ferocious.

  A faint anger flickered in the depths of his eyes, this anger seemed to be like a fire, gradually spreading and growing stronger.

  "I don't want to fight you, nor do I want to engage in a life-or-death struggle with you." Lin Yuan's face showed impatience, and a flash of cold light swept across, submerging his originally calm gaze, which suddenly became sharp and intimidating.

  Lin Yuan was never a person who liked to fight, and this time, he only did so because he had no other choice. In Lin Yuan's mind, as long as others didn't provoke him, he would absolutely not bother anyone else.

  "You! Are you dreaming?" How could Zhao Wu Liang possibly let Lin Yuan off, things had already reached this point, thinking of giving up was simply not possible.

  A burst of cold air was heard from the crowd outside.

  "Well, I have nothing to say, but with you, you're still not my opponent!" Lin Yuan's face was full of ridicule.

  Although Lin Yuan didn't like to fight, Zhao Wu Liang's repeated provocations made even Lin Yuan's temper flare up with anger.

  He indeed did not put the current master of the Zhao family, Zhao Wu Liang, in his eyes.

  Ever since Lin Yuan settled the matter of Lin Family Village, he had a good understanding of his own strength. Moreover, at this moment, he was facing a martial artist who had not yet reached the Later Heaven Ninth Realm.

  "Haha, good, a madman indeed! First, you cripple my son, and then you dare to spout such arrogant words. You are uneducated and uncultivated, truly unforgivable. Fine, today I will kill you and make you understand what it means to be arrogant!" Zhao Wulang's body shook with rage, his anger turning to laughter, his black beard fluttering, his eyes wide with fury, his entire body flashing with silver-white true yuan, killing intent bursting forth.

  From the very beginning, Lin Yuan had ignored him and even hurt him just now. This hatred had long been left in Zhao Wu's heart, so how could he let Lin Yuan off easily at this time?

  The forest boundary is clear; saying more is useless.

  A sharp and unmatched sword aura burst out from Lin Yuan's hand, like a flash of lightning, tearing through the sky. Any language would find it hard to describe the swiftness and sharpness of this sword aura. Everyone only felt that before their eyes was a vast expanse of blue, as if the ocean was overturning and pouring down.

  Then, just as everyone was incredulous, Zhao Wu Liang's body fell backwards without any reaction.

  Bang!

  This high and mighty Zhao family's master, Zhao Wu Liang, a warrior at the eighth level of the void realm, drew an extremely ordinary parabola in the air, fell to the ground, his hands and feet twitching on the ground, the fresh blood in his mouth spraying out as if it was going to cost him his life.

  Zhao Wu Liang's eyes were unfocused at this time, and his gaze was scattered. Where was the majestic appearance just now? The whole person was stunned on the spot, and even the blood on his body hadn't been wiped off.

  At this moment, Zhao Wu finally knew that his son had offended someone he couldn't afford to mess with. The boy's strength was far more than six or seven layers; it clearly belonged to the acquired ninth layer realm, a true and genuine ninth layer. At this moment, Zhao Wu's heart was filled with helplessness and sorrow.

  "What kind of young man has his own son gotten himself into?" At this moment, Zhao Wu's mind was filled with regret for helping his son get out of trouble, and he even had a suicidal impulse.

  Anyone can see that this young man is absolutely no more than eighteen years old, which can only explain one thing: he must be a disciple from a large family or a sect sent out to gain experience.

  But who would have thought that Lin Yuan was actually a disciple of several major families and sects, yet he was just a young man from a small town called Qian Xing Town.

  At this moment, the people in the inn were also shocked by Lin Yuan's sudden outbreak of strength, and they all stared at him with their eyes wide open.

  Under the gaze of everyone's astonishment, Lin Yuan didn't even glance at the father and son who had fallen to the ground. He walked towards the residence he had just told Xiao Er about.

  Everyone is thoroughly stunned. This is too unbelievable.

  And Lin Yuan didn't care about the gazes of the people around him, and just walked forward step by step.

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