Watching Yang Qingyun's flushed and unsightly face, Yang Feilong delivered another blow: "Furthermore, why would you lower your standards and seek someone you dislike, someone you'd only marry for profit, when you've already found an extremely excellent man who loves you?"
Upon hearing this, many people looked at Yang Feilong with strange expressions.
Was this a case of the seller praising his own wares?
"You're saying I'm inferior to you?" Yang Qingyun laughed in exasperation.
Alright, he was completely infuriated by Yang Feilong. His seemingly well-reasoned explanation had been utterly refuted by the other's views on love, and he could no longer remain calm.
"Does that even need to be asked?" Yang Feilong sneered at Yang Qingyun. "The Xiao family chose me and not you. Haven't you figured out the reason by now? Are you stupid? And you call yourself a prodigy? Is this what a prodigy is?"
"..."
Everyone was stunned by Yang Feilong's continued aggressive stance. He had been so eloquent and seemingly gentle just moments ago, but his demeanor had completely changed, returning to his initially confrontational state. He looked at everyone as if they were trash!
Yang Qingyun, who had just been hailed as the foremost figure among the younger generation, was now being utterly disdained by Yang Feilong. Didn't this create the impression that everyone present was mere trash?
The Xiao family members found this peculiar. They knew Yang Feilong much better than these people. When Yang Feilong was at the Xiao family, his words were sometimes infuriating; seeing him now, it was clear he had held back considerably then!
This person truly was an all-rounder!
Talented, powerful, skilled in medicine, handsome, and now, even his verbal sparring was peerless. They even learned that Xiao Jingwen's path to cultivation was due to Yang Feilong, and they secretly rejoiced at the prospect of him becoming their Xiao family's son-in-law!
Luo Xiangning watched the sharp-tongued young man, suppressing her turbulent thoughts. She said to Yang Pingtian, "Brother Pingtian, do you feel this young man is very similar to you when you were young? You were quite skilled with your words back then!"
Yang Pingtian seemed to recall the past upon hearing this and smiled wryly, shaking his head. "That was youthful recklessness, a bit of youthful arrogance."
His personality had undergone a complete transformation after his beloved broke up with him decisively back then.
Luo Xiangning remained silent, quietly observing the young man whose verbal prowess was remarkable. She had to admit, his personality was strikingly similar to Brother Pingtian's!
But when did Brother Pingtian's personality start to change? Right, it was after he got together with that woman. The mere thought of that woman made her clench her teeth. If it weren't for her, she and Brother Pingtian should have grown from childhood sweethearts to lovers, and then become husband and wife. If they had married, their children would likely be around eighteen or nineteen years old by now!
But that woman ruined everything. After getting Brother Pingtian, she dumped him, leaving him trapped in heartbreak for twenty years!
If she were to meet that woman again, she would dearly love to beat her up. Of course, the chances were slim, as that woman was incredibly powerful. Just how strong was she? Back then, when the three of them were traveling together, they encountered a wanted criminal at the Ba Wu realm who tried to kill them. At that moment, she and Brother Pingtian were desperate, but that woman, who seemed less powerful than herself, killed the Ba Wu realm cultivator with just one sword strike.
And at that time, she was not yet twenty years old, only about three years older than herself.
"Do you dare to fight me?" Yang Qingyun drew his sword on the stage, pointing it at Yang Feilong. His fighting spirit and anger were almost palpable.
"Although I dislike bullying the weak, your request is strong. I shall oblige!" As Yang Feilong spoke, he stomped his foot and descended from the air onto the stage.
Seeing this maneuver, countless people's eyes widened.
"This exquisite aerial control, it's beyond the Di Wu realm. He, is he also at the Tian Wu realm?"
"Look at his dismissive attitude, he's probably not an ordinary Tian Wu realm cultivator!"
"Who is this person? Wearing sunglasses and a cowboy hat, his appearance is unclear!"
"I just vaguely feel a sense of familiarity, as if I've seen him somewhere before!"
Yang Qingyun had intended to beat Yang Feilong up if he dared to step onto the stage. However, after witnessing Yang Feilong's small display of skill, he suddenly felt pressured. This guy was no weaker than himself, and despite being so powerful, he had held back during his earlier spar.
Yang Feilong glanced at Yang Pingyu, who was still standing on the stage with an unfriendly expression, and said pointedly, "Does Patriarch Yang wish to fight me alongside his son? You may, I have no objections!"
These words almost made Yang Pingyu explode.
"Hmph, I hope your mouth is as capable as your strength!" Yang Pingyu snorted coldly, a hint of icy intent flashing across his brow, before he withdrew from the stage.
Joining forces with his son? He would be a laughingstock among his peers!
"Bring out your weapon!" Yang Qingyun looked at Yang Feilong, his fighting spirit surging.
"To deal with you, I don't need a weapon!" Yang Feilong said indifferently.
"..." Upon hearing this, Yang Qingyun's expression became even more grim.
This was blatant contempt!
How could this be tolerated!
From the spectator stands, Xiao Jinghui's lips twitched as he recalled his fight with Yang Feilong yesterday. Yang Feilong had said he'd give him some face then. Indeed, that was truly giving him face. Yang Qingyun, even now, wasn't worthy of Yang Feilong drawing his weapon.
Thinking of this, he felt quite pleased. He was indeed worthy of being his brother-in-law. His own people were different!
Boom!
Under the gaze of countless eyes, Yang Qingyun attacked in anger.
Facing Yang Qingyun's full-power, full-effort sword strike, Yang Feilong casually threw a punch. With a bang, Yang Qingyun spat out blood and flew backward.
The entire venue fell into silence.
"This..."
"What did I just see?"
"Yang Qingyun was sent flying with a single punch!"
"What's this person's name? How can he be so powerful!"
"No wonder he was so dismissive. It turns out his strength is far superior to Yang Qingyun's. What is his cultivation? Tian Wu realm perfection? Or perhaps Ba Wu realm?"
"I knew the Xiao family rejected the Yang family for a reason. To gain such a fine son-in-law, who is less than twenty years old and already at least Tian Wu realm perfection, he might even contend for the Innate realm before thirty!"
At this moment, countless people couldn't help but start discussing.
"No, how could this be?" Yang Pingyu watched the scene, completely disbelieving.
His son, the top genius of the younger generation, defeated just like that? And so miserably?
The opponent had crushed his son, who was going all out, with bare hands?
Tian Wu realm perfection? No, this likely required the strength of the Ba Wu realm to achieve so effortlessly. This fellow wasn't just a king of words; he had the substance to back his arrogance!