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Chapter 972 - 982: Woke Up Late! (Second Shift)

Chapter 972: Chapter 982: Woke Up Late! (Second Shift)

From afar, a figure strode across the void, drawing closer.

Exuding an aura of immense power from head to toe, who else could it be but Yan Chihuo?

The moment this figure appeared, almost everyone present stopped talking, their eyes collectively turning toward him.

After all, this was the supreme martial artist of Xuan Country.

His white beard lent him the demeanor of a sage, looking almost like a celestial being who had transcended earthly bonds, extraordinary and awe-inspiring, evoking a sense of reverence from those around him.

Yan Nantian saw the approaching figure and immediately bowed respectfully, exclaiming, "Ancestor!"

Most of those gathered had come specifically for Yan Chihuo; at this moment, they all lowered their heads and said, "Master Yan!"

In Xuan Country, there was only one person worthy of being addressed as "Master," and that was Yan Chihuo.

No matter how many people tried to speak to him, Yan Chihuo paid them no heed.

He landed directly on the peak of Northern Mountain.

The aura emanating from him suppressed everyone around.

"He’s here!" Zhang Changgong’s face darkened abruptly.

"He’s grown stronger!" Master Kunlun remarked with utmost seriousness.

The first figure, accompanied by his inner circle, had just reached the foot of the mountain when he caught sight of Yan Chihuo’s arrival. His face immediately turned grim—Yan Chihuo now radiated an even greater sense of power than he had before.

Without delay, the first figure instructed his confidant, "Have the army prepare!"

Meanwhile, the faces of the elite warriors from across the globe changed; the pressure emanating from Yan Chihuo was overwhelming, beyond compare. Evidently, Yan Chihuo had become far stronger than any of them.

Overcoming Xuan Country seemed utterly impossible now.

With Yan Chihuo’s arrival, everyone was buzzing with chatter.

On one hand, people marveled at his unparalleled strength; on the other, they discussed how Tang Zhong, Yan Chihuo’s opponent in today’s battle, had yet to appear.

But on second thought, it made sense—for them, if they were the ones tasked with confronting Yan Chihuo, they wouldn’t even dare fight. Just one glimpse of his overwhelming presence would be enough to concede defeat, because Yan Chihuo was simply too powerful.

On foreign forums, astonished spectators discussed fervently. Keen observers recognized the aura emanating from Yan Chihuo and heaped praise upon him, predicting confidently that Tang Zhong was doomed to lose.

The once highly anticipated battle shifted in dynamics the moment Yan Chihuo stepped onto the scene.

Standing near Yan Nantian were warriors from the Lei, Li, and Cheng families—all martial artists themselves. When they sensed the aura radiating from Yan Chihuo, their pupils lit up with clarity; after all, Yan Chihuo had truly reached that Realm.

"Brother Yan, it seems your Yan Family is destined to become the first family in all of Xuan Country this time!"

"Congratulations, Brother Yan—after today, no one in Xuan Country’s martial arts scene will dare challenge your Yan Family!"

"We humbly admit defeat!"

Their words evoked hearty laughter from Yan Nantian.

He couldn’t help but admire Tang Zhong, for this man had conveniently become the stepping stone for the Yan Family’s global fame. As soon as Tang Zhong arrived, Yan Nantian was certain the ancestor could defeat him. When that happened, the entire world would stir in amazement. Even more importantly, the ancestor had said that as soon as he killed Tang Zhong, he would break through his bottleneck and step into the Supreme Realm!

Once that happens, no one in Xuan Country would dare challenge the Yan Family.

Now all they had to do was wait for Tang Zhong. But would that fellow dare to show up?

With Yan Chihuo’s arrival, the surrounding atmosphere had already reached its climax.

Tang Zhong had still not arrived.

The crowd began to grow restless.

"At this point, that guy named Tang Zhong still hasn’t shown up. I guess he’s too scared to come!"

"I think so too. That so-called first rank on the Black List is nothing but a coward!"

The speaker, clearly siding with the Yan Family, packed their words with venom.

The word "coward" was uttered!

The whole crowd burst into laughter.

Meanwhile, members of the Dragon Group, watching from a distance, were overjoyed that Tang Zhong hadn’t appeared. This was undoubtedly good news for them—Tang Zhong’s absence spared him from certain death!

From the moment Yan Chihuo had been spotted, nobody wished for Tang Zhong to come back.

Not coming was far better than dying in battle!

The first figure felt relieved—so long as Tang Zhong chose not to appear, everything would go smoothly. His earlier advice had seemingly worked. If Tang Zhong dedicated himself fully to cultivation, in twenty years, with such extraordinary talent, he would absolutely be able to rival Yan Chihuo. After all, Yan Chihuo at Tang Zhong’s current age had achieved far less than what Tang Zhong had.

"Let that fellow stay away!" sighed Zhang Changgong.

"I hope so too!" Master Kunlun echoed his sentiment with a nod.

But soon, the two of them noticed an abrupt shift and their expressions changed.

They both turned to look toward the mountain path.

At that moment, Yan Chihuo stood atop the mountain peak, eyes closed, as if retreating into some ethereal tranquility. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open: "He’s here!"

But when Yan Chihuo saw the figure approaching, his expression shifted dramatically.

Almost everyone froze in shock.

From Northern Mountain’s entrance, a taxi slowly drove in.

With countless onlookers staring, the driver gripped the wheel, trembling.

The driver had thought taking someone to Northern Mountain would earn him a hefty fare, but upon arriving and seeing the sheer crowd—locals mixing with foreigners—his face turned to stone.

What was going on here? Could the passenger he’d picked up have caused some colossal dispute, gathering all these people intent on settling the score?

Suddenly recalling the sleeping passenger in the backseat, the driver decided to wake him up first.

"Hey, buddy, I’ve brought you to Northern Mountain!" the driver said, turning toward the rear seat.

Just then, the passenger—a young man—slowly stretched, sat up, and glanced out the taxi window, remarking, "So this is Northern Mountain!"

"...Yes, this is Northern Mountain. You should get out now!" the driver urged.

"Alright. How much do I owe you?" the young man asked.

"Forget about the fare, just get out quickly!" The driver stole another glance at the chilling glares from the surrounding crowd, becoming even more convinced that this youth had done something outrageously sinful.

"Here’s a hundred!" the young man persisted.

"Brother, I don’t want your money. Just leave!" The driver, thoroughly alarmed by the situation outside, assumed the youth must hold a significant and dangerous status. His only thought now was to flee as quickly as possible.

The young man said no more and stepped out of the taxi.

The driver, as if on cue, slammed the gas pedal and sped away.

Left standing alone, the young man glanced around at his surroundings, grinned, and said, "Apologies, I overslept this morning!"