He arrived at the East Street intersection seeking Chong Xuansheng, but the silence of “Dream Flower” struck him as odd.

Chong Xuansheng had come specifically to “flaunt” himself, the more boisterous the better, so why was it so quiet?

Yet, even as he stepped into the doorway, he hadn’t considered that anything untoward might have befallen Chong Xuansheng. Because it seemed utterly impossible!

Chong Xuansheng was the direct heir of the Chongxuan family, one of Qi’s most prestigious clans.

And this was Linzi!

He even thought Chong Xuansheng might have already left, but since he was already here, he figured he might as well take a look at the renowned “Dream Flower” and pick out a few beautiful garments for Jiang An’an. Though they couldn’t meet for now, he could prepare gifts in advance… He had already prepared quite a few gifts of various kinds.

But the moment he stepped into the courtyard of “Dream Flower,” he sensed something amiss. Chong Xuansheng was in mortal danger.

Without even thinking, he immediately used the Five Qi Binding Tiger to interfere, followed by a fully unleashed ‘Sunset of the Old General’ thrust, forcing Wang Yi’wu to retreat.

Jiang Wang was not one to make promises lightly.

If he gave his word, he would strive to fulfill it.

He said he would try to kill Wang Yi’wu.

That was not merely a “try,” but a commitment to exert all his strength, to stake everything!

“You? Kill me?”

Wang Yi’wu, retreating to the other side of the room, frowned. “A mere Tenglong Realm cultivator?”

He wasn’t deliberately putting on airs; he genuinely wondered if he had misheard.

It had never occurred to him that any cultivator in the Tenglong Realm could be his opponent.

His invincibility within the same realm was not limited to one place, one nation, or even this time. It extended to all geniuses throughout history.

The foremost Tongtian Realm cultivator of all time.

His future was anticipated by everyone.

And he believed he would inevitably be the foremost Tenglong Realm cultivator in the world.

He had such confidence, and that confidence was based on absolute power.

The Heavenly Gate marked the separation of heaven and man. The Tongtian Realm was the limit that “mortals” could explore, hence its significance as a milestone.

Pushing open the Heavenly Gate ushered in a whole new world.

This world was incomparably vast, far beyond any limiting definition. In the Tenglong Realm, every cultivator pursued “perfection,” naturally opening their inner palace. Of course, upon that foundation of “perfection,” one could pursue greater heights, but the significance was not as great.

Yet, even though the Tenglong Realm had no so-called historical limit, if Wang Yi’wu proclaimed himself the strongest in this realm, who would dare to question it? Who could question it?

His fists had swept through the Great Qi’s Nine Armies, defeated all his peers in the military, and never tasted defeat.

In the entire city of Linzi, whether noble scions, disciples of famous teachers, or even princes and grandsons, who dared to contend with him within the same realm?

If he wasn’t number one, who was?

Now, a youth, also in the Tenglong Realm, actually dared to say he would kill him?

It was simply absurd!

The entire “Dream Flower” consisted of three large rooms, all “opened up” in the previous battle.

The manager of “Dream Flower” shrank into a corner, seemingly hoping to become part of the room’s background, unnoticed by everyone.

And the ground was littered with corpses.

Chong Xuansheng’s subordinates, the staff of “Dream Flower”…

Fourteen leaned against the wall. From her posture, she had crashed into the wall before sliding helplessly to the ground.

The few pieces of Heavy Mountain Armor still clinging to her body identified her.

Everywhere there were fist marks, all the details illustrating Wang Yi’wu’s power.

And Jiang Wang, holding the Changxiangsi sword, stepped firmly towards his opponent, treading amidst the chaos.

Crown of Thorns, Five Qi Binding Tiger!

His hand seals flashed, Jealous Flames ignited!

The faster Jiang Wang’s hand movements, the faster his feet moved.

Every step was grounded, each utilizing the rebounding force of the earth,叠加叠into the next.

The rapid, crisscrossing steps sounded like a drumbeat.

The war had begun!

The war drums had sounded!

Against a powerhouse like Wang Yi’wu, with his extreme control over himself, the effect of the Five Qi Binding Tiger was negligible. Moreover, this was the second time they had clashed. Even with the enhancement of the Crown of Thorns, Wang Yi’wu simply tightened his fists. The five elements within his body were unyielding.

And as the Jealous Flames blazed, Wang Yi’wu rushed forward, allowing them to burn!

“Jealous Flames is indeed an excellent Dao technique, but in this world, only others are jealous of me. How could I be jealous of others!”

Jealous Flames began with emotions. Without the corresponding emotional foundation, it simply could not be established.

Wang Yi’wu, of course, would not avoid a head-on confrontation with Jiang Wang. He strode forward, raising his fists, once again stirring up the Selfless Killing Fist.

“All the way here, I have been the best in every realm. I am the foremost Tenglong!”

He said this not to explain to Jiang Wang why the Jealous Flames was ineffective, why it was in vain.

He was emphasizing his own confidence, weakening his opponent’s.

Turning the Jealous Flames against him!

He used the Selfless Killing Fist because it was powerful and direct, but that didn’t mean he had no understanding of various Dao techniques.

The Jealous Flames that Jiang Wang used turned back on himself for the first time.

However, Jiang Wang’s Dao heart was firm as one, always facing the gap and chasing it. Everything was taken from himself; he never complained, never blamed, and never felt jealousy!

The Jealous Flames had no effect on either side and quietly dissipated.

And Jiang Wang and Wang Yi’wu had already collided.

Changxiangsi slashed horizontally, wiped, sliced diagonally, and thrust. Wang Yi’wu’s fists danced left and right, contending step by step.

The sword imbued with Dao essence, the fist entwined with murderous intent.

The two sides fought for every inch of space, deciding life and death with the most basic moves.

Simple and direct, decisive and intense.

For a time, sword shadows and fist shadows filled the air.

Jiang Wang no longer spoke. Every move, every sword strike was a language.

Each sword strike put into practice his principles, his promise.

I will kill you.

I will kill you.

I will kill you!

This intense determination was naturally felt clearly by Wang Yi’wu.

He became increasingly angry. As proud as he was, he could not tolerate anyone contending with him in the same realm, not even in a brief standoff!

“Leave your life here!”

He retracted his fist, gathering all the murderous intent and light into it.

Only a clean, simple, and powerful fist remained.

Striking directly!

The fist was selfless because he *was* the fist. It was invincible because the fist meant death to the enemy!

But there was only a clear sound of Changxiangsi sword, horizontal in front of his eyes, scattering the wind and clouds, slashing past.

The Sword of a Fallen Scholar.

Between heaven and earth, there seemed to be only this horizontal line, only this fist shadow.

Collision.

Wang Yi’wu retreated one step, and Jiang Wang flew directly backwards!

Jiang Wang had suffered a loss in this exchange, but the difference was not as great as it seemed.

Wang Yi’wu understood this, of course, so he kicked off with his back foot, and his whole body shot forward like a javelin.

Jiang Wang was still in the air, still flying backwards. His swordsmanship was something to be proud of, but Wang Yi’wu’s fist techniques were currently at their peak.

In the previous brief confrontation, he judged that he could not directly kill his opponent with swordsmanship, so he took advantage of the momentum to create distance.

One retreating, one advancing – it seemed like the confidence of the two sides was waxing and waning.

But while Wang Yi’wu’s pride remained unchanged, Jiang Wang’s confidence did not diminish in the slightest.

The essence of battle was simple – one win, one loss, one life, one death.

One must harbor immense courage, carry out an unwavering will of steel, and guide the final outcome with incomparable bravery.

As Wang Yi’wu pounced closer with his fist…

The Dao incantation was also completed.

The sounds of chimes, flutes, drums, pipa, qin, se, yu, sheng…

Eight wonderful sounds intertwined, forming a great sonata.

Chirping Flame Finches poured out in droves, covering the sky.

And unlike before, nearly half of the Flame Finches held a flower in their mouths.

Flame Flowers!

Eight-Tone Flame Finches, Flame Finches Holding Flowers!