Chapter 283: Your Highness Need Not Worry
"Hahaha, Yuan, your Yushan Wall still isn’t sturdy enough!"
The middle-aged man in the cyan armor couldn’t help but smile smugly.
However, just as his words fell, the sky suddenly darkened again.
"Then what about this fist of mine?"
Immediately after, a deep voice rang out.
The next moment, a giant fist of fire, large enough to cover half the training ground, appeared in the sky.
Everyone was startled and scrambled to get out of the way.
The massive fist of fire plummeted down.
"BOOM!"
A massive explosion erupted, and dazzling flames shot out in all directions.
A large, molten hole had been burned into the training ground.
In the center of the crater stood a majestic man in red armor.
From his still-smoldering right arm, Shen Daoxing could clearly sense an incredibly domineering Flame Power. This man was also a Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator who had reached the Extreme Dao.
"These are Tianze’s General Deng Fang, General Yuan Yuan, and General Peng Yue."
He Qian explained, pointing to the man in cyan armor, then to the burly and rugged man, and finally to the one in red armor.
The Tianze Nation possessed the largest Celestial Essence Ore Vein in the entire East Continent, so they had no shortage of Spirit Stones. Moreover, the nation was built right on top of the vein, making the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi exceptionally dense. In Tianze, as long as one was willing to cultivate and work hard, their cultivation base was guaranteed to improve steadily.
However, when it came to the hurdle of Breaking Realm, hard work alone was not enough to succeed. Talent, comprehension, and even luck became extremely important.
This was not something that could be overcome simply by piling up resources.
As a result, many people got stuck at the crucial Ninth Layer, unable to break through for a long time. The Emperor of Tianze, for instance, had been stuck at the Ninth Layer of the Earth Profound Realm for a full forty years, with still no sign of a breakthrough.
But precisely because of this, after many years of stagnation, many had instead embarked on the path of the Extreme Realm.
The three men—Deng Fang, Yuan Yuan, and Peng Yue—were just like that.
"Sis! Yang!"
He Yong was overjoyed to see Shen Daoxing and He Qian. "What are you two doing here?"
He Yong was a carefree person, with none of the airs of a Prince. After just a few drinks with Shen Daoxing the previous day, they were already calling each other brothers.
Shen Daoxing was the elder brother, and he was the younger.
Seeing that He Qian hadn’t brought a single handmaiden and had come only with Shen Daoxing, He Yong immediately understood and couldn’t help but wink at her.
He Qian just shot him a cold glare.
He Yong, however, walked up, pulled Shen Daoxing aside, and said with a sly grin, "Yang, did you know? After we parted ways last night, my sis couldn’t stop talking about you. I’ve never seen her so concerned about anyone in all these years. You’ve got to seize this opportunity!"
As he spoke, He Yong kept winking at Shen Daoxing, giving him a look that said, ’You know what I mean’.
He Yong was about to say more.
But He Qian cut him off with a cold shout, "Shut up!"
He Yong’s eyes crinkled into a slight smile. He obediently shut his mouth, but he continued to wink frantically at Shen Daoxing.
’???’ Shen Daoxing was completely baffled, realizing things were heading in a strange direction.
"Your Highness!"
At this moment, Deng Fang, Yuan Yuan, and Peng Yue walked forward and bowed respectfully to He Qian.
"Uncle Deng! Uncle Yuan! Uncle Peng!"
He Qian placed her hands at her waist and returned their bow respectfully, showing no airs and demonstrating great deference.
Then, Deng Fang, Yuan Yuan, and Peng Yue suddenly stepped forward, surrounding Shen Daoxing and sizing him up from head to toe.
Peng Yue, his expression cold, slowly spoke, "You’re the one who saved Her Highness?"
Shen Daoxing remained indifferent and simply nodded.
Deng Fang took over, his tone icy. "Was it you who killed Yang Ye of the Great Sui?"
Shen Daoxing nodded again.
Yuan Yuan suddenly interjected coldly, "Then do you know that Yang Ye was a Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator of the Extreme Dao, different from an ordinary Ninth Layer Spirit Transformation expert?"
"I do," Shen Daoxing said calmly.
"But you are merely at the ordinary ninth layer of Spirit Transformation. How did you kill him?" Peng Yue suddenly demanded, his tone detached, as if interrogating a criminal.
Hearing this, He Qian, who was standing to the side, quickly said, "Uncle Peng, Young Master Yang truly did save me, and he was the one who killed Yang Ye. I saw it with my own eyes."
"Hah."
Peng Yue, however, suddenly waved his hand dismissively. "I’m not saying he didn’t kill Yang Ye. He’s a genius, right? Killing those at a higher level is perfectly normal for them."
He then turned to Shen Daoxing with a meaningful look and said, "I just wonder... how does my Blazing Extreme Dao compare to Yang Ye’s Great Flame Extreme Dao?"
He claimed to believe it, but it was obvious he didn’t.
"Oh?" Shen Daoxing raised an eyebrow. "You’re welcome to try, General."
’A fight? He couldn’t ask for more.’
"Hehehe, in that case, I would also like to test how my Cyan Wood Extreme Dao compares to Yang Ye’s Great Flame Extreme Dao," Deng Fang, standing to the side, also spoke up with a faint smile.
"Me too."
Yuan Yuan said flatly, taking a step forward.
Clearly, none of them believed him.
Shen Daoxing smiled faintly, showing not a trace of fear. "No problem."
"Uncle Deng! Uncle Yuan! Uncle Peng! Young Master Yang isn’t the kind of person you think he is," He Qian quickly interjected, seeing what was happening.
"Hah."
Peng Yue turned to He Qian with a slight smile. "Don’t worry, Your Highness. We know how to hold back. We definitely won’t kill the boy."
At these words, however, He Qian grew even more anxious.
"Then, Young Master Yang, please!" Peng Yue said with a slight smile, gesturing for him to proceed.
Shen Daoxing nodded and calmly walked into the training ground. With just a single, light step, Peng Yue appeared opposite him in the center of the arena. The ground beneath his feet had already melted, turning into a scorched black patch from which smoke sizzled and rose.
Shen Daoxing turned to see Yuan Yuan and Deng Fang still standing outside the arena and smiled faintly. "Don’t waste time. You can all come at me together."
"Oh?"
Peng Yue, Yuan Yuan, and Deng Fang all raised their eyebrows at the same time and exchanged a glance.
"Arrogant enough!"
Yuan Yuan was slightly surprised, but he didn’t stand on ceremony. His figure blurred, and he suddenly appeared in the center of the training ground.
"Good kid!"
Deng Fang also chuckled, taking a step and leaping into the training ground.
The three of them—Peng Yue, Yuan Yuan, and Deng Fang—then landed in three different positions, forming a pincer formation that surrounded Shen Daoxing.
Outside the arena, He Qian became even more frantic. "Uncle Deng! Uncle Yuan! Uncle Peng! Young Master Yang isn’t the person you think he is!"
He Yong, standing beside her, scratched his head. "Sis, didn’t Uncle Peng and the others say they’d hold back and not kill Yang? What are you so worried about?"
"That’s right!"
Just then, Wei Xiong, who had been hiding in the shadows, also emerged. "Your Highness need not worry. General Peng and the others are seniors who have roamed the East Continent for many years; they know their limits. That Yang Xing will suffer some superficial wounds at most, his life won’t be in danger. If things get truly critical, this subordinate will step in to stop them."
"No!"
But He Qian suddenly shook her head. "I’m not worried about Young Master Yang. I’m worried that Uncle Peng and the others are going to get beaten badly!"
"???"
He Yong.
"???"
Wei Xiong.