Next, Tang State cleared his throat and announced loudly to everyone in the tavern, "Everyone, allow me to introduce you to someone. That right there is the trash Young Master of the Tang Family Castle!"
Instantly, everyone in the tavern turned to look. The Tang Family Castle were the overlords of this region, so they were naturally interested in any talk about the Young Master of the Castle.
"When the Immortal Gang descended, this Young Master of the Castle failed to communicate with his Immortal Soul. But I wasn’t the least bit surprised. Do you know why?"
"Because I heard that this trash Young Master of the Castle’s father is also trash! Trash runs in the family, hahaha!"
Yi Xiaoyao, who hadn’t gone far, froze in his tracks upon hearing this.
It was true that his father was unable to cultivate, but Yi Xiaoyao would never allow anyone to call his father trash!
Meanwhile, Tang State, seeing that he had captured the tavern’s interest, grew even more smug and animated.
"Just yesterday, this trash Young Master of the Castle was even dumped by his fiancée!"
"Well, well, the trash is coming over! Looks like he wants to fight me, does he?"
Tang State watched Yi Xiaoyao walk toward him, crossing his arms with a smug look, as if his plan had succeeded perfectly.
Just then, a snort of contempt came from a nearby table.
"A buffoon, just playing to the crowd!"
Tang State was furious. He turned to look, but in the next instant, his anger completely vanished.
It was a young woman in black, wearing a black silk veil. Her form-fitting attire outlined a delicate and alluring figure.
Although her face was hidden by the veil, her bright, captivating eyes under delicately shaped brows seemed capable of bewitching one’s soul.
Anyone who saw those eyes could only imagine the stunning beauty that must lie beneath the black veil. How could anyone remain angry in her presence?
Tang State stared at the young woman, licked his lips, and smiled. "May I ask your name, miss?"
The black-clad young woman gave Tang State a cold glance and completely ignored him.
Tang State’s brow furrowed, but a faint smile quickly returned to his face. "Miss, allow me to present you with a good show!"
’Naturally, he wanted to show off in front of a beautiful woman.’
’If I can defeat Yi Xiaoyao,’ he thought, ’I’ll surely win this beauty’s favor.’
At that moment, Yi Xiaoyao had already walked into the tavern.
A cold smile touched Yi Xiaoyao’s lips as he casually grabbed a full wine jar from a table.
CRASH!
It was the sound of a wine jar shattering and its contents splashing everywhere.
The wine jar in Yi Xiaoyao’s hand smashed over Tang State’s head. The jar broke into pieces, and wine drenched him from head to toe.
The tavern instantly fell silent. Everyone put down their wine bowls and stared in astonishment. They clearly hadn’t expected the "trash" Yi Xiaoyao to actually dare to do such a thing—smashing a wine jar over Tang State’s head.
The wine ran through Tang State’s hair and streamed down his face.
He roughly wiped his face with his hand, trying to clear some of the wine away.
The next moment, Tang State’s eyes shot out a cold glint, fixing on Yi Xiaoyao like a venomous snake.
The surrounding patrons watched with interest. ’This trash Young Master of the Tang Family is in for it now,’ they thought.
"Do you have any idea what the consequences of your actions will be?"
Tang State’s tone was unnervingly calm, which only meant he was truly enraged.
"’Consequences? Hmph...’ Yi Xiaoyao snorted, a cold light suddenly flashing in his eyes."
"I’ll give you one chance. Apologize to me and my father!"
Tang State sneered, still suppressing his rage. "Not only will I not apologize, I’ll say it a few more times!"
"Your father is trash, your mother gave birth to you—more trash for that trash—you’re a legacy of trash!"
After speaking, Tang State’s expression turned openly ferocious. "Trash, what can you possibly do to me?"
An icy glint shot from Yi Xiaoyao’s eyes.
"Since you don’t appreciate this chance, I’ll make you apologize on your knees!"
A whoosh cut through the air as Yi Xiaoyao’s right fist, wreathed in a layer of Dark Spiritual Power, shot fiercely toward Tang State.
The crowd gasped in unison. They never expected Yi Xiaoyao to be the one to attack first.
Tang State let out a cold laugh. This was exactly what he’d been waiting for—for Yi Xiaoyao to attack him!
"You’re daydreaming!"
With a cold shout, a fiery red Spiritual Power surged up from his right arm.
"Blazing Palm!"
Tang State stomped his foot hard, using the rebound force from the ground as Spiritual Power that looked like a flame gathered in his right palm. He thrust it toward Yi Xiaoyao!
A commotion erupted among the people in the tavern. The patrons here were all Cultivators, so they could naturally tell who had the stronger and weaker aura before the two even clashed.
"That Young Master of the Tang Family Castle is probably going to be at a disadvantage."
"That’s right. The Young Master of the Castle’s Cultivation is at the third layer of Qi Condensation, while his opponent is at the fourth. He’ll lose quickly in a direct clash of Spiritual Power."
"It’s not just the difference in Cultivation that puts the Young Master of the Castle at a disadvantage. He’s just using a simple Spiritual Power attack, while his opponent is using a Fire Attribute Palm Technique! With this one move, the Young Master of the Castle is sure to be defeated."
As the crowd watched the spectacle while chattering amongst themselves, the young woman in black seemed completely uninterested, merely staring into her wine cup, lost in thought.
Only Tang An had a smile spreading across his face, growing wider and wider. He wanted Yi Xiaoyao to die!
Hearing the crowd’s comments, a smug grin spread across Tang State’s lips.
"Yi Xiaoyao, today I’m going to cripple you completely!"
Seeing Tang State’s Flaming Palm approaching with a scorching gale, Yi Xiaoyao’s eyes suddenly flickered.
’Clashing head-on with his Palm Technique like this is a losing game. But he has his technique, and I have my Swordsmanship!’
Yi Xiaoyao quickly changed his approach. He brought his index and middle fingers together, wrapping them in Dark Spiritual Power, and casually executed the Flowing Light Swordsmanship.
"Who’s going to cripple whom is not yet decided!" Yi Xiaoyao sneered.
Yi Xiaoyao’s fingers moved like an illusion, channeling his Swordsmanship. With a motion that used a tiny force to deflect a great one, he parried Tang State’s scorching right palm.
Then, with a shift of his fingertips, the Dark Spiritual Power acted like a sharp blade, cutting a bloody gash into Tang State’s right arm.
Everyone in the tavern stood up to get a better look. Even the veiled young woman in black couldn’t help but turn her beautiful eyes toward the fight.
"Is the Young Master of the Castle... using Swordsmanship?"
"Could that be the Flowing Light Swordsmanship? That technique is famous for its speed, and the Young Master of the Castle is using his fingers as a sword, yet he performs it so fluidly!"
"He must have already grasped the very essence of this Swordsmanship!"
...
"Get off!"
Tang State roared furiously, wrapping his arm in Spiritual Power to shake off Yi Xiaoyao’s fingers. He took a step back and struck out with another palm.
"Your Palm Technique is so clumsy, it’s probably only good for swatting mosquitoes!"
Yi Xiaoyao scoffed and activated his Flowing Light Swordsmanship again. His arm led his wrist in a nimble twist, causing his sword-fingers to move as erratically as a stream of light.
Although his Cultivation was one layer lower than Tang State’s, Yi Xiaoyao was completely unafraid. Relying on the sheer potency of his Spiritual Power, he faced the billowing heat of the Flaming Palm head-on.
The next moment, Yi Xiaoyao’s fingers stabbed out several times in quick succession. Though his fingertips had no blade, when they struck Tang State’s wrist, the Power of Destruction within his Dark Spiritual Power tore right through his flesh!
The point of impact was precisely the meridian that transported Spiritual Power to the palm.
Then, the Devouring Power within his Dark Spiritual Power erupted!
A look of panic suddenly appeared on Tang State’s face. He found that the Spiritual Power for his Blazing Palm had been cut off at the source and could no longer be supplied.
As the power in Tang State’s palm rapidly dissipated, the Spiritual Power inside his body was being siphoned away, as if it had found an outlet, devoured by Yi Xiaoyao’s fingers at his wrist!
Because of this, when the palm finally struck Yi Xiaoyao, it had lost all its power.
Devouring his opponent’s Spiritual Power, Yi Xiaoyao didn’t give Tang State time to react or retreat. His fingers flashed like lightning and plunged into the meridian point beneath his shoulder.
Blood spurted out. Tang State let out a miserable scream, which was immediately followed by another.
Yi Xiaoyao gave him no quarter, striking again and plunging his fingers into the meridian of his left shoulder!
With these two meridians destroyed, his arms were completely useless. He couldn’t even lift them, let alone execute any kind of Palm Technique.
"You insolent creature who doesn’t know your place! You dare to insult my father and call me trash? What right do you have!"
"Get lost!"
Finally, Yi Xiaoyao roared and threw a punch, his right fist wrapped in Dark Spiritual Power, smashing into Tang State’s abdomen!
Like a kite with a broken string, Tang State flew backward, spitting blood, his eyes wide with disbelief.