bookbashuk Chapter 136 The Dou Zong's Second Step Agreement?!
Chapter 136 The Dou Zong's Second Step Agreement?!
Chapter 136 The Dou Zong's Another Hundred-Step Agreement?!
The pillars of the council hall creaked and groaned under the oppressive aura emanating from Yunshan, and rubble fell from the dome. Everyone inside the hall held their breath, not daring to even breathe loudly.
Yun Yun stood in front of Xiao Yan, her back already soaked with cold sweat. She knew her master's temper; such humiliation was enough to make him completely lose control.
His own grand-disciple was beaten to his knees by Xiao Yan in front of everyone, and this little brat Xiao Yan actually said he wanted to marry his disciple after slapping him in the face?!
This is like jumping into a minefield!
But Xiao Yan gently pushed Yun Yun's arm away, took a step forward, and faced the pale blue battle qi that surged like a tsunami.
His black robe clung tightly to his body, yet his expression remained unchanged; instead, a faint smile curved his lips: "Why must the old sect leader be angry?"
Yunshan glared at him, a glint of malice flashing in his eyes: "You little brat, do you dare to negotiate with this old man?"
"There are no conditions to discuss."
Xiao Yan raised his hand, his fingertips tracing through the air, and an invisible energy blast left a clear mark on the ground, exactly a hundred paces away from where he stood.
"Just now I made a bet with Young Master Nalan, and today I might as well make a bet with the old sect leader as well."
Upon hearing this, Yun Leng immediately exploded: "Insolence! The former sect leader is a giant of the Dou Zong sect, how dare you provoke him with such childish tactics!"
Xiao Yan ignored him, his gaze fixed on Yunshan: "From that mark to where I am, it's exactly a hundred paces."
"I will not use any battle aura, not even a finger. I will only use my soul power. If the old sect master can walk to me from there, I will never mention the marriage proposal again and will be able to agree to anything the old sect master asks for."
He paused, his voice low, yet each word struck everyone: "But if the old sect leader can't complete these hundred steps—"
"What do you want?!"
Although Xiao Yan's offer was very tempting, Yun Shan's voice was as cold as ice, and his aged face twitched slightly with anger. He had lived for nearly a hundred years and had never been so disrespected.
Damn it, I'm a Dou Zong!
How dare this young upstart say he wouldn't even lift a finger, treating his grand-disciple like a child who hasn't even grown a full beard yet, and making him walk a hundred steps?
What's the difference between this and slapping him in the face?
"If you can't finish the journey..."
Xiao Yan raised his eyes, his gaze meeting Yun Shan's fury with composure.
"Then I request that the Yunlan Sect grant my marriage to Sect Master Yunyun."
"Pfft—" Yun Ling was so angry he almost spat out a mouthful of blood, his hand trembling as he pointed at Xiao Yan. "You—you're courting death!"
Gu He also gasped. He had thought that Xiao Yan's marriage proposal was already earth-shattering, but he never expected that Xiao Yan would dare to use this method to force Yun Shan.
This is no bet; it's a blatant declaration of war!
Yun Yun's face turned deathly pale. She grabbed Xiao Yan's sleeve, her voice trembling with tears, "Xiao Yan, stop it! Take back what you said!"
She knew all too well her master's pride; such a set of rules would only drive him completely mad.
Xiao Yan gently pulled his hand away from hers, his eyes devoid of any jest: "I never joke."
"Good! What a fine example of 'not joking'!"
Yunshan, whose face was originally bulging with veins, suddenly laughed. His laughter was hoarse and carried a chilling aura. The pale blue fighting spirit around him suddenly surged, like boiling magma.
"I've lived for a hundred years. If I can't even grant you this request, what face do I have to live in this world?"
"I'll see today what makes you, a mere weaned brat, so bold as to make this hundred-step agreement!"
Before the words were finished, a terrifying pressure far exceeding the previous one suddenly pressed down, and the floor of the council hall cracked open with spiderweb-like fissures. The disciples who were nearby were knocked unconscious, and even Gu He couldn't help but circulate his battle qi to resist, his face as solemn as iron.
"A hundred steps?"
Yunshan's figure suddenly disappeared from the crossbeam, and when he reappeared, he was already standing in front of the mark drawn by Xiao Yan, his gray robe fluttering and his white hair dancing wildly.
"I'll show you today! Even a single step, let alone a hundred, will make you, this arrogant brat, beg for mercy on your knees!"
He lifted his foot, and with his first step, the bluestone floor tiles instantly turned to dust.
Unlike the invisible pressure on Nalan Yanran, Yunshan's every step carried a tangible impact of battle qi, as if he wanted to crush everything within a hundred steps into dust.
Xiao Yan stood still, his black robe fluttering without wind, and his dark fighting spirit flickering on his body, blocking the violent impact completely.
He looked at the approaching Yunshan Mountain, his eyes showing no fear, only calm.
Yun Yun's heart leaped into her throat. She knew this "hundred-step agreement" was no child's play—it was a contest of strength between two top-tier experts!
"Disperse!" she suddenly shouted, her voice trembling slightly with urgency. She then bent down, picked up the barely breathing Nalan Yanran, and quickly left the council hall.
Upon hearing this, everyone's hair stood on end, and they surged out like madmen. In just a few breaths, only Xiao Yan and Yun Shan remained in the thousand-meter-diameter council hall. Everyone understood that this wasn't a simple duel like Xiao Yan easily crushing Nalan Yanran—the remaining figures in the hall were two Dou Zong! Even to witness this up close, one would need to be alive!
The air inside the hall had long been swirled by two invisible forces, and every inch of space trembled slightly from the collision of fighting spirit and inexplicable pressure.
For the first ninety steps, Yunshan walked with an air of leisurely ease. Pale blue battle aura condensed into a thin callus beneath his feet, each step leaving only shallow marks on the pavement, like a gentle breeze rippling across water. He even had the energy to glance sideways at the crowd outside the hall, his gaze finally settling on Yunling's smug face…
He even nodded slightly, displaying the composure and disdain of a seasoned powerhouse.
"That's all there is to it."
Upon reaching the fiftieth step, Yun Shan let out a soft sigh, his eyes filled with mockery as he looked at Xiao Yan, thinking, "He's still just a greenhorn." In his view, this so-called hundred-step challenge was nothing but a publicity stunt; with such minimal pressure, reaching even a hundred steps would be effortless.
This kid is probably a newly promoted Dou Zong, he's too arrogant and ignorant!
Outside the door, Yun Ling watched with great excitement and couldn't help but whisper to the elder beside him, "Did you see that? This is the old sect master's strength!"
This kid dares to make some kind of hundred-step agreement? He's practically courting death!
Yun Yun held Nalan Yanran in her arms, but her heart remained uneasy.
She gazed at Xiao Yan's calm and composed profile, her palms already sweating—although she believed in her master's strength, Xiao Yan must have a hidden plan for daring to make this bet.
She didn't know who she should help if it really came to that.
My fingertips unconsciously tightened, but suddenly I touched something soft and warm.
"Teacher—you pinched me—..." Nalan Yanran's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, tinged with tears.
Yun Yun suddenly snapped back to reality, looking at Na Ran Yanran in her arms with her pretty face flushed red, and realized that she had subconsciously stopped herself from touching Yanran's soft and perky breasts through the fabric, which made her cheeks burn.
In her haste to pull her hand back, she accidentally knocked over the jade hairpin near her temple.
The child has grown so big—Yun Yun felt a surge of panic and dared not think any further.
Guhe squinted, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing his cuffs.
Unlike others, as a sixth-grade alchemist, his soul power was actually almost the same as that of a Dou Zong. Moreover, as an alchemist, he could sense that the pressure emanating from Xiao Yan was always very stable, even deliberately restrained.
It was as meticulous as alchemy, not a battle.
Yunshan, meanwhile, walked towards Xiao Yan step by step, maintaining the same rhythm from beginning to end.
Step 70.
Step 80.
Step ninety!
At this moment, Yunshan was only ten steps away from Xiao Yan!