Chapter 029: Boundless Rage

  Li Xuan froze for a moment, his expression hardening. Then, a chilling coldness spread across his handsome face as he spoke slowly, "You're Yang Tian?"

  The crowd erupted in murmurs, their eyes wide with disbelief. How could someone as exalted as Li Xuan know Yang Tian?

  "Did this kid offend Li Xuan?" The man in white gaped. If that were the case, even the Grand Leader might not be able to save him. Few dared to provoke the dignity of an Ancient Family.

  "I think so," the man in black said after a moment of silence, his voice filled with reluctant admiration. Despite the situation, Yang Tian had the courage to admit his identity. That was something he himself couldn't have done.

  "What? Don't recognize me anymore?" Yang Tian shrugged, his young face etched with a cold smile. His eyes, however, burned with icy killing intent.

  "Hahaha, so it really is you, Yang Tian! Hahaha! Your entire family is dead, yet you're still alive. Hahaha!" Li Xuan suddenly threw his head back and laughed, a sense of satisfaction surging within him.

  "So that's how it is... Xiao Tian, you've suffered so much." Lin Yuan looked at Yang Tian's expressionless face, his heart filled with sorrow. For years, he had been haunted by unanswered questions, but now he finally understood the burden Yang Tian had been carrying.

  "This is bad. That man on the beast must have a grudge against Yang Tian." Lin Yuan clenched his hands together, his eyes filled with unease.

  "Big Brother, what's going on?" the man in white asked, his eyes filled with confusion.

  "Sigh, don't ask. Let's just hope Yang Tian can survive this," the man in black sighed, seemingly aware of the Yang Family's past.

  A cold glint flashed in Yang Tian's eyes as he spoke icily, "You're happy, aren't you? Back then, my older brother used to beat you to a pulp. Must have felt great, huh? Thought you were so powerful, didn't you?"

  A piercing pain shot through Yang Tian's heart. Back then, the Yang Family had only been slightly weaker than the Li Family. The two families had been close, even intermarrying multiple times.

  Over eight years ago, when the Longyang forces invaded, the Yang Family had undergone drastic changes. The Li Family must have noticed, and if they had intervened, the Yang Family might not have fallen to such a state.

  But even as Yang Tian was sent through the spatial tunnel, and most of the Yang Family lay dead, the Li Family never appeared. Yang Tian had held onto a sliver of hope that they would come, but they never did.

  Yang Tian hated the Li Family to the core, but deep down, he still harbored a small, untouched corner of hope—a hope that had haunted him for eight years.

  "Yang Tian, you really aren't afraid of death, are you?" Li Xuan sneered, his childhood grievances flooding back. Back then, Yang Ba, Yang Tian's older brother, had been a prodigy, rivaling even the Li Family's chosen heir.

  Li Xuan, who had always been arrogant, often sparred with members of the Yang Family. But he had suffered countless defeats at Yang Ba's hands, often ending up bruised and battered.

  "My life and death aren't for you to decide." Yang Tian sneered, his gaze shifting to the graceful figure in the air. A trace of hatred flashed in his eyes as he spoke coldly, "Li Qingxue, I never thought I'd see you again. You've changed quite a bit over the years."

  Each word struck Li Qingxue like a blow. She stared at Yang Tian, her usual air of aloofness crumbling under the weight of his hatred.

  "Yang Tian, you... how have you been?"

  "Thanks to you, I've been great. Just great." Yang Tian laughed mockingly, his eyes filled with anger and sorrow.

  As she looked at Yang Tian's twisted expression, Li Qingxue's hands clenched together. Memories of her time with Yang Tian flooded her mind. She had failed to keep her promise to him, and now, a deep sense of guilt and unease gripped her heart.

  "Yang Tian, shut your mouth!" Li Xuan roared, his killing intent surging. The thorn buried deep in his heart had resurfaced, and he was determined to kill Yang Tian.

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  "I almost forgot. You're not the young master you used to be. You're not even worthy to polish my shoes now. You haven't even broken through to the Martial Artist realm. What right do you have? What right do you have!"

  As his voice echoed, a terrifying surge of blood energy erupted from Li Xuan's body, each strand as fierce as a whip, pressing down on Yang Tian.

  "Yang Tian, if you can withstand even a fraction of my power, I'll spare your life today. If you can't, then die!" Li Xuan's cold gaze swept over Yang Tian as he sneered.

  "Li Xuan, what are you doing?" Li Qingxue finally noticed Yang Tian's cultivation level, her eyes widening in surprise. She quickly spoke up.

  "Qingxue, remember your status—and his. Even if I don't kill him, do you think the elders will let him live? The family's reputation will be ruined because of him. Do you understand?" Li Xuan shot Li Qingxue a sharp look, his voice low so only she could hear.

  As the pressure continued to rise, Yang Tian's face remained expressionless, but a cold fury brewed in his heart. His gaze flicked to the spatial jade slip inside the Ancestral Dragon Ring, and he felt a slight sense of relief.

  "Status..." Li Qingxue stared at the boy struggling against the pressure, her eyes flickering with conflict.

  "Damn it, that bitch still cares for him. Yang Tian, you must die today!" Seeing Li Qingxue's conflicted expression, Li Xuan's heart raged with jealousy. His killing intent surged uncontrollably.

  The pressure intensified, and the domineering aura emanating from Li Xuan made Yang Tian feel as if a towering mountain was rising before him, ready to crush him.

  The overwhelming pressure continued to climb, causing the onlookers to pale and scatter, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

  Li Xuan's face twisted with malice as he stepped forward, his fierce blood energy erupting like a raging river. The sharp energy waves surged toward Yang Tian.

  **Boom!**

  With each step, the blood energy distorted the space around it, the oppressive force making everyone's hearts tremble. Yang Tian felt as if Li Xuan were a burning furnace, the scorching heat threatening to consume him.

  "Oh? Still holding on?" Li Xuan's surprise turned to irritation. The pressure increased once more, and a sharp, cutting energy followed.

  **Crack!**

  Yang Tian's skin began to split, and he spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

  "What kind of world is this? Perhaps only absolute power grants the right to survive." As Yang Tian glanced at Li Qingxue, who had regained her usual cold demeanor, the last shred of hope he held for the Li Family shattered. All that remained was icy hatred and an unquenchable desire for revenge.

  "Still holding on?" Li Xuan's eyes narrowed coldly. He stomped his foot, and the air around him exploded. The pressure surged again.

  **Crack!**

  Yang Tian's bones began to fracture, but he gritted his teeth and held on. His stubborn expression sent a chill through Li Xuan.

  "Bastards! Who are they?!" Lin Yuan roared, his eyes filled with pain and helplessness. But the man in black held him firmly in place.

  "Charging in will only make things worse for him. Stay here," the man in black said, a trace of sorrow in his eyes.

  Remembering Yang Tian's earlier words, Lin Yuan stopped struggling and fell to his knees, overwhelmed by a sense of powerlessness. All he could do was silently pray for Yang Tian.

  "You cannot step into the Martial Path... never step into the Martial Path... never..."

  A mysterious voice suddenly echoed in Yang Tian's mind, causing his eyes to glaze over. He muttered softly, "I cannot step into the Martial Path..."

  "Perhaps it's for the best. It's better to live as an ordinary person than to die. Some things are not meant for you, especially given our current status..." Sensing that Li Xuan was using a secret technique, Li Qingxue closed her eyes, her expression cold. As the holy daughter of the Li Family, she could not lower herself.

  At that moment, several figures flashed through Yang Tian's mind. They looked at him with concern.

  Among them was a beautiful middle-aged woman who gently patted Yang Tian's head. "Xiao Tian, remember, never come back. Never return."

  "Mother, I will avenge you. I will make them pay. I won't give up." At that time, Yang Tian was only eight years old, but the hatred in his eyes ran deep.

  "Well said." A tall, imposing man walked over, his dark eyes fixed on Yang Tian. "You are a man of the Yang Family. Even if we shed our last drop of blood, we will slay our enemies. The blood of our clan can only be washed away with the blood of our foes!"

  "Father, I will do it. Believe in me. I will do it..."

  "Remember this: unless you unlock the Ancestral Dragon Ring, never seek them out. You and your brother are the last of the Yang Family's bloodline. You must unlock it. As long as our souls do not dissipate, it means we are not truly dead."

  "Go, unlock the Ancestral Dragon Ring!"

  **Boom!**

  Yang Tian's mind snapped back to reality, his back drenched in cold sweat. He took a deep breath, a fierce determination flashing in his eyes.

  "Li Xuan, you think you can crush my will? My resolve is not something you can shake! Come at me with everything you've got! I'll remember you, and even if you're from an Ancient Family, I will kill you!" Yang Tian roared inwardly.

  "Good, good. It seems you're determined to die today!"

  Sensing Yang Tian's unyielding will, Li Xuan's rage boiled over. He stomped his foot, and countless sharp energy waves erupted from his body, tearing through the surrounding space.

  "Sigh, I finally got my hands on a treasure, and now I have to use it." Yang Tian rubbed the corner of his robe, about to crush the spatial jade slip when a booming voice suddenly rang out.

  "Ancient Li Family, how dare you act so arrogantly! The Qingyang Empire is not a place for you to run wild!"

  As the voice echoed, a black-clad figure appeared in the distance, striding through the air. In just a few breaths, he crossed ten miles, the space around him shattering as he moved. In mere moments, he stood beside Yang Tian.

  The black-clad man's cold eyes locked onto Li Xuan, a purple light flickering within them. An overwhelming pressure began to rise, terrifying in its intensity.

  "Walking in mid-air, a powerful battle king!" Seeing this, Yang Tian let out a deep shout.