The Post Sky Tipping Era
Chapter 172 - 136: A Martial Artist’s Anger?_2

Chapter 172: Chapter 136: A Martial Artist’s Anger?_2

"Yes, the news is true. Now Jin Family Martial Arts Hall is in complete chaos, and those Jin Family’s Blade Men are like madmen, killing anyone they see, trying to take twenty heads to offer to the eldest brother of Zhao Family Martial Arts Hall in exchange for a way out," the disciple spoke again, "Seeing the chaos arise, I didn’t dare to stay long and immediately ran back to deliver the message."

With those words, everyone’s illusions were shattered.

Jin Family Martial Arts Hall was truly finished.

Utterly and completely finished.

However, after a brief silence, everyone turned their eyes to the chief seat where Han Tianbao was seated.

With the Jin Family gone, it was their turn next.

Han Tianbao still sat with his eyes closed, unflustered. He was not like these young whelps. Han Tianbao had survived a lifetime of trials and tribulations; no storm or tumult, not even the grave matter of a hall seizure, could rattle him.

"Master, what should we do next?" Han Jin couldn’t contain himself and took a step forward, anxiously asking.

After a moment, Han Tianbao slowly opened his eyes and said coldly, "Naturally, we will have a showdown with that eldest brother from Zhao Family Martial Arts Hall. After I’ve dealt with him, we’ll take over Jin Family Martial Arts Hall as well. At that time, our Han Family Martial Arts Hall will be unmatched in Sanyang City. I know what you’re worried about. You’re just afraid that I’d lose to that fellow."

"But I can tell you, I will not lose. That fellow has already fought a battle with Jin Zhihuan and has exhausted some of his Qi. If he dares to come now, he’s bound to meet his demise here. Go, open the gates of our Han Family Martial Arts Hall. If someone comes, don’t stop them, let them in. We shouldn’t give people the chance to say that the Han Family fears death and wouldn’t dare to accept a challenge, hmph."

"Yes, Master."

Immediately, a Blood Refining Warrior stepped out of the main hall and ordered the disciples to open the gates of Han Family Martial Arts Hall.

As the gates of the martial arts hall opened, the morale surged, and everyone felt as if they had taken a heart-strengthening pill, gaining some confidence.

After all, their master, Han Tianbao, was also a well-known expert who was now conserving his strength and quietly waiting for the enemy. How could he not be victorious?

With this thought, everyone sat back down and began to wait quietly.

Indeed.

After another short wait.

Outside the gates of Han Family Martial Arts Hall, the crisp sound of horse hooves approached—a black steed carrying a tall and powerful young man dressed in a Flying Fish Robe intent on riding straight toward them. The man seemed to regard all the heroes of the world as nobody, daring to spur his horse and raise dust even in front of the Han Family Martial Arts Hall, showing no regard for it whatsoever.

Following behind him was a woman, presumably an attendant, not worthy of much attention.

"He’s here."

In that moment, Han Tianbao abruptly stood up, then with his thick hands clasped behind his back, he straightened his towering frame and strode to the entrance of the main hall.

Looking up, his gaze locked onto the young man with an extraordinary presence on horseback.

"Where is Han Tianbao? Get out here now."

Li Yi charged in on horseback, immediately bellowing, his resounding voice mixed with the Martial Artist’s Jin Qi rippling around, raising a cloud of dust, with an aggressive presence that sought to dominate the scene.

"How audacious."

"Arrogant."

Angry shouts echoed as a dozen of the top Blood Refining Warriors from inside the great hall charged out at once, quickly surrounding Li Yi and Rong Niang who had barged in on horseback.

"So you’re the senior brother of Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall? Indeed young, but you’re too haughty. This is the Han Family Martial Arts Hall, not a place for you to run wild. Even if you were a dragon, you’d have to coil up here, otherwise my Han Family’s dozen Blood Refining Warriors will make sure your blood splatters three feet wide, showing you what ’A Martial Artist’s Rage’ truly means," Han Jin bellowed.

He couldn’t lose face in morale.

"A Martial Artist’s Rage? I’ve already experienced it at the Jin Family Martial Arts Hall; your rage is nothing but headbutting the ground, hardly worth considering," Li Yi laughed out loud from his horseback, exuberant and unrestrained.

"Headbutting the ground? You dare insult me like this?" Han Jin roared furiously, his eyes turning red with the desire to strike with his palm.

Li Yi’s smile faded as he replied, "Insult you? In my eyes, you are but dry bones in a tomb, how is that insulting you? Now step aside and let Han Tianbao come forward."

"Don’t think I’m scared of you just because you’re a Qi Cultivation Expert. If my Han Family Martial Arts Hall’s more than twenty Blood Refining Warriors, along with over a hundred experts of Bone and Marrow Training, charge at you, we could still drag you down from your horse. Once you’re exhausted, ultimately you’ll just meet your death," Han Jin said, showing a resolve to perish rather than submit.

He truly wanted to mobilize all the disciples in the martial hall to exhaust Li Yi’s strength, securing an assured victory for his master Han Tianbao.

"Drain me to death? Come, give it a try."

Li Yi’s gaze grew bright, his murderous intent suddenly surging, as his eyes instantly transformed into vertical pupils, like a starving dragon awakening, ready to feed on the warriors of the Han Family.

"Your eyes... are you human or a demon?"

Upon being gazed upon by those vertical pupils, Han Jin was jolted, instinctively stepping back.

He had never seen such a being before. Being stared at with such a gaze involuntarily brought back memories of his youth when his martial skills were not yet matured; he had encountered a one-horned python in the forest. The python had that same kind of gaze, icy cold and ferocious, regarding him as prey, ready to easily kill the younger him at any moment.

He never imagined that after so many years, he would one day feel such a terrifying gaze from a person.

Seeing that the atmosphere Han Jin maintained was being suppressed, Han Tianbao knew it was his turn to show himself. He walked over with his hands behind his back and his broad chest held high, his towering stature moving like a mountain, intending to bolster his disciples’ spirits and embolden the crowd.

"I am the one you seek, the master of the Han Family Martial Arts Hall, Han Tianbao. Are you the senior brother of Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall? Since you too are a person of status, you should at least give your name and state your intentions, to avoid misunderstandings and becoming a laughing stock," Han Tianbao said in a voice as muffled as a deep growl, like an infuriated lion sizing up its opponent.

"Oh, I should introduce myself? Seeing how polite you are, always ’senior brother’ this, ’senior brother’ that, I’ll oblige," Li Yi’s smile waned again, and then he dismounted. After cupping his fists in a salute, with his vertical pupils coldly fixed on the man before him, he said, "I am the senior brother of Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall, Li Yi. I am here today for one thing only, to beat you all to death or be beaten to death by you."

Silence.

An oppressive silence.

In that moment, not only the Blood Martial Artists, but even the eyes of Han Tianbao began to blaze with fury.

They had seen the arrogant, but never someone so outrageously arrogant.

To say such words in front of all the people of the Han Family Martial Arts Hall.

"This mouth of the senior brother is really something. We absolutely cannot let him speak carelessly in the future..." At that moment, Rong Niang couldn’t help but instinctively retreat several steps, fearing that the other side might suddenly strike and she’d get caught up in the Gang Jin, losing her life in confusion.