In the world where Zhang Sanfeng resided, You Ruo clung to Master Zhang anxiously and asked,
“Master Zhang, how is my father? Is he in any danger?”
Zhang Sanfeng quickly shook his head to reassure her.
“You Ruo, no need to worry. Your father is very powerful. Right now, the battle with Duan Lang is in a stalemate. As for who will ultimately win or lose, it depends on how both sides perform next.”
Even after hearing this, You Ruo was still filled with worry, afraid her father would lose to Duan Lang, making her restless and uneasy.
Inside the chat group—
Xiao Yan: “Judging from the current situation, Xiong Ba's later stage is looking pretty bad.”
Lu Xueqi: “Indeed.”
Xiao Yan: “You saw it too? While Xiong Ba is barely holding off Duan Lang, his martial arts are clearly inferior. If it continues like this, there’s no doubt he’ll be defeated today.”
Lu Yu: “You all can see that? I can only tell they’re evenly matched right now. I honestly can’t judge who will win.”
As a newcomer who hadn’t cultivated martial arts for long, Lu Yu’s strength was decent, but his insight was still lacking.
Zhang Sanfeng: “Xiao Yan and Miss Lu are correct. From how things are going, it seems Xiong Ba is no match for Duan Lang.”
Xiaolongnü: “They’re all so strong. I feel like if I fought either Xiong Ba or Duan Lang, I wouldn’t even withstand one move.”
Zhang Sanfeng: “Xiaolongnü, you only just joined the chat group and your strength is still low. In time, your power will surely grow.”
Huang Rong: “Xiaolongnü, how are things on your side? Have you left the ancient tomb?”
Xiaolongnü: “Sister Huang Rong, I haven’t left the ancient tomb. But Guo’er has already gone down the mountain. He’s fond of the world below.
As for me, I only want to live in the tomb, so I drove him away. I just don’t know where he is now.”
Huang Rong: “Once he left, he most likely headed to Xiangyang City. Xiaolongnü, are you planning to look for him later?”
Xiaolongnü: “Sister Huang Rong, I don’t plan to look for him. I just want to stay in the tomb.
Though I was reluctant when Guo’er left, ever since I joined the chat group, I don’t feel lonely even when I’m alone. So I plan to stay in the tomb forever.”
Huang Rong: “Alright then, Xiaolongnü. When you have time, come visit our world. I’ll take you out to have fun—our world is really interesting.”
Xiaolongnü: “Okay, Sister Huang Rong, I’ll remember that. Oh, right—don’t you want to come see our world too? There’s a version of you here as well, and you even married Guo Jing.”
Huang Rong: “I’ll come over when I have time.”
Xiao Yan: “Haha, I’m kind of looking forward to seeing what it’s like when the two Huang Rongs meet!”
Lu Yu: “Xiao Yan, you just love stirring things up. But yeah, I’m looking forward to it too.”
Lu Xueqi: “The Huang Rong in Xiaolongnü’s world must have been married for over ten years now, right?”
Lu Yu: “That’s right, it’s been over a decade. Her child is about the same age as Yang Guo, so he should be in his thirties by now.”
Huang Rong: “Alright everyone, stop talking about the other world’s version of me. Let’s get back to watching the livestream.”
And just as Lu Xueqi and the others were chatting, the tide of battle between Xiong Ba and Duan Lang began to shift.
From the current state, Xiong Ba was completely on the back foot.
Duan Lang relentlessly unleashed the True Xuanwu Art and the Ten Strongest Martial Arts, and Xiong Ba’s Threefold Return to Primordial Qi was ultimately unable to withstand the assault.
Under Duan Lang’s attacks, Xiong Ba was struck and sent flying by a single sword slash.
“Cough, cough, cough.”
A string of coughs rang out.
Pale-faced, Xiong Ba struggled to his feet from the rubble, his gaze heavy as he stared at Duan Lang and asked,
“Duan Lang, what you’re cultivating—is it the Ten Strongest Martial Arts?”
Hearing Xiong Ba’s words, Duan Lang momentarily ceased his attack.
He was full of curiosity about Xiong Ba’s identity. Although Xiong Ba had adamantly denied being a transmigrator before, Duan Lang firmly believed he was lying.
“Xiong Ba, are you finally ready to admit you’re a transmigrator?”
Duan Lang asked sharply.
Xiong Ba still shook his head, his tone firm.
“I’ve said it before—I am not a transmigrator.”
That sentence completely enraged Duan Lang. He shouted furiously.
“Xiong Ba! Even now, you refuse to admit it?
You should know—you’re no longer a match for me! If you’re willing to admit you’re a transmigrator, I’ll spare your life;
but if you insist on denying it, don’t blame me for being ruthless today!”
After defeating Xiong Ba, although Duan Lang still harbored suspicions about him being a transmigrator and remained somewhat wary, his mood had relaxed a little.
In his view, even if Xiong Ba truly was a transmigrator, his system was far inferior to his own.
Therefore, he was willing to give Xiong Ba a chance.
If Xiong Ba was willing to submit, Duan Lang would spare his life—on the condition that his cultivation was abolished and he be placed under house arrest, merely to have someone to converse with on ordinary days.
After all, ever since transmigrating to this world, he had often felt lonely.
Xiong Ba let out a cold snort, his tone full of disdain.
“Is that so? Duan Lang, I admit your strength surpasses mine, but in this world, you are by no means invincible. There are plenty who can take you down!”
Duan Lang paused slightly at those words, a flicker of doubt and wariness flashing in his eyes.
Instinctively, he scanned his surroundings, activating his powerful martial arts techniques to probe in all directions.
As his search unfolded, the surrounding environment quickly revealed itself.
He detected a few faint but formidable auras hidden in the shadows in the distance.
These auras were extraordinarily profound—undeniably the presence of experts.
Duan Lang’s heart sank. He instantly guessed who these people might be.
Most likely, they were legendary figures like the martial arts myth Wuming, the Sword Saint, or even the fabled Di Shitian. As for whether Xiao Sanxiao was among them—he had no idea.
He never would have thought that, at the pivotal moment of his showdown with Xiong Ba, these top-tier experts would all gather at Tianxia Society. This naturally made him wary.
However, Duan Lang quickly regained his composure.
With the system in hand, he felt no fear.
In his eyes, surpassing the likes of Di Shitian and the others was not out of reach.
As long as he killed Xiong Ba today, he would receive a system reward and his strength would ascend to the next level.
By then, even if Di Shitian personally made a move, he would still have the confidence to fight!
Duan Lang sneered, his voice loud and clear.
“Xiong Ba, are you referring to those few ‘stinking rats’ hiding in the dark? If it’s them, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed. While they have some strength, with their temperaments, do you really think they’d help you?”
Xiong Ba’s expression remained calm as he slowly nodded.
“I know well enough—they won’t act easily. But I am not without my own trump cards.”
These words gave Duan Lang a jolt.
He suddenly realized that if Xiong Ba truly did possess a system as he suspected, it would make sense for him to be hiding some trump cards.
With that thought, a hint of apprehension flashed in Duan Lang’s eyes, and his originally fierce offensive unconsciously slowed down.