636 The Yinyuan Sec (1/2)

The surrounding human ancient martial art practitioners frantically looked in the group's direction. Everyone could see that the atmosphere was off between the three of them.

”You're actually attacking me because of this brat?” Gong Zhangyan said hysterically as he furiously pointed a finger at Mo Wen's nose.

He had courted Pei Fengwu for five years. He had always believed that even if Pei Fengwu did not fall for him, she would have good feelings about him. Now though, she had clearly put aside all considerations of allowing him to save face in front of so many people and had instead chosen a youth that had just joined the Vermillion Bird Palace Hall.

”I'm clarifying this again. This matter has nothing to do with Mo Wen. Gong Zhangyan, there is nothing between us, please do not pry into my affairs,” Pei Fengwu said with a cold look on her face.

Pei Fengwu had always done things as she pleased. She would befriend whoever she wanted. She did not need him, Gong Zhangyan, accusing her of things.

”I knew it. The men who join the Vermillion Bird Palace Hall are all trash. You b*st*rd, I will kill you right now.”

Gong Zhangyan roared loudly. His eyes were crimson as he took a step forward and indiscriminately sent a palm strike towards Mo Wen. It was as though Mo Wen was his own son that he could punish as he pleased.

Gong Zhangyan's cultivation was high and was far superior to Pei Fengwu's. He was only a step away from breaking through to the later stage of the Golden Elixir realm. He was also enraged and so did not hold back.

A green light enveloped Gong Zhangyan's hand. Everywhere it passed, the space was distorted. It seemed that he could use his palm to slice out a scar in space itself.

”Presumptuous.” Anger welled up inside of Mo Wen. He did not want to fight with others over emotions, but others wanted a mile after getting a foot. They took him for a soft persimmon that they could knead as they pleased!

An overbearing aura emanated from Mo Wen. His cultivation was already high and now instantly increased twofold.

The Glory of Thunder! The next moment, Mo Wen's aura reached that of an ancient martial arts practitioner at the pinnacle of the Golden Elixir realm.

Mo Wen merely moved his arm in a simple slapping motion. Gong Zhangyan was sent flying backward without any resistance at all.

As his figure moved through the air, Gong Zhangyan furiously spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. His complexion was pale.

”Zhangyan!” An exclamation sounded, followed by a silhouette dashing past. A figure appeared behind Gong Zhangyan and supported him from behind. The figure was an elder dressed in blue. His hair and beard were white, but his gaze was piercing. He wore a big ring on each of his hands. The rings were dazzling.

With the boost from the Glory of Thunder, the power of Mo Wen's strike was astonishing. When the elder caught Gong Zhangyan, his elbows dropped a little. The elder almost couldn't catch Gong Zhangyan because he was caught off guard.

”Little b*st*rd, you dare harm my grandson? Who gave you the balls to do so?”

The elder realized that Gong Zhangyan was badly injured and his face was as white as a sheet. The elder was enraged and glared ruthlessly at Mo Wen.

A terrifying aura burst out from the elder's body. His aura far exceeded that of a pinnacle of the Golden Elixir realm ancient martial art practitioner; its power was something that only a Martial Arts Grandmaster would possess.

Gong Zhangyan held one hand to his chest and furiously spat out two mouthfuls of fresh blood. He looked at Mo Wen in disbelief. He had lost. He had actually lost. And he had lost so bafflingly. The youth was just slightly more than twenty years old. How was it possible for him to be so powerful?

All this while, Gong Zhangyan was enveloped in the halo of a genius. He was showered with praise on a daily basis. As time passed, he truly believed that he was a genius of a level rarely seen in the world. Hence, he even looked down on his peers, let alone those who were even younger than him. He hadn't even thought that such people would be dangerous.

Before this, Gong Zhangyan had sensed an extraordinary cultivation aura from Mo Wen. Mo Wen seemed to be at the intermediate stage Golden Elixir realm, however, Gong Zhangyan hadn't taken him seriously. Mo Wen was so young, even if he had the intermediate stage Golden Elixir realm cultivation, he wouldn't be a worthy opponent for Gong Zhangyan.

But reality was so cruel. Just one strike, and a simple strike at that, from another person had caused him to be severely injured.

Pei Fengwu's eyes were wide open. Her small mouth opened slightly subconsciously. She looked in bewilderment at Gong Zhangyan, then turned to look at Mo Wen. What was happening? How could Mo Wen possibly send Gong Zhangyan flying with just one strike? With Gong Zhangyan's ability, if it was the other way around, she would not be surprised. But the current situation had shocked her so much she was speechless.

Since when had Mo Wen become so powerful?

If she did not know Gong Zhangyan's character, she would even have believed that the two of them had purposely acted it out for her to see.

Mo Wen put his hands behind his back and stood expressionlessly. He didn't want to fight with others, but it didn't mean that others could bully him casually. Even when faced with a Martial Arts Grandmaster, he had never backed down before.

”You little b*st*rd, you are courting death.” The elder in blue robes saw that Mo Wen still remained calm and collected when faced with his questioning. Mo Wen did not seem to have any intention of backing down and was clearly looking down on him. The elder immediately felt a rage building up inside of him.