Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny

Chapter 622: Chapter 622: Shiva Demon Gate, Song AYing Goes to Battle (Second Update)

Hua You’an looked at the middle-aged man who had stood up for him and was momentarily stunned, then clasped his hands and said, “Yes!”

“That’s perfect. I am Wan Chengyi, the protector of the Garan Sect, and this is my disciple, Shan Ruoling. If the three of you don’t mind, you may accompany me inside, how about it?”

Hua You’an and his two companions, Song Ajia Ning, exchanged a glance and then nodded.

“In that case, we thank you very much!”

Wan Chengyi smiled sincerely, “No need for such formalities, please, after you!”

Saying so, he proceeded to walk inside with the three companions.

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Shan Ruoling didn’t understand why her master was treating these three members of the Hua Clan with such importance.

Her master hadn’t done this before, had he?

The Garan Sect was also considered a major faction in Central Province, so they were arranged to be inside the main hall.

After he led Hua You’an and the other two inside,

the place was already filled with distinguished guests.

When they saw Wan Chengyi and his disciple, all those who were on good terms with them stood up to greet them.

But there were also many who looked on coldly, with disdain in their eyes.

Yet when this group of sect cultivators saw the three people following behind Wan Chengyi, they were all taken aback.

“Is… is that the Hua Clan?” a cultivator whispered.

Then a cultivator, unable to suppress his feelings, stood up and said coldly, “Protector Wan, what’s the meaning of bringing these members of the Hua Clan here?”

“What about it?” Wan Chengyi asked indifferently.

“Heh, this is the main hall. How are these members of the Hua Clan qualified to appear here?”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you. These people from the Hua Clan are my friends. I brought them here. Do you have a problem with that?” Wan Chengyi said sternly.

His words made many exchange looks of confusion, and then some started to sneer.

“Friends? Since when do people from the Garan Sect start making friends with this bunch from the Hua Clan?”

Wan Chengyi looked up, his face sank.

Because the person speaking was none other than the sworn enemy of the Garan Sect, Po Shan from the Shiva Demon Sect.

This man was a top-notch expert from the Shiva Demon Sect, his cultivation level had already reached the Golden Immortal Peak, a notch above Wan Chengyi’s.

There was a serious conflict in religious doctrine between the Shiva Demon Sect and the Garan Sect, so they had long regarded each other as mortal enemies.

He hadn’t expected him to be here.

Wan Chengyi took a deep breath, “Po Shan, does the Garan Sect need to notify you about the friends it keeps?”

“Of course not, but everyone in this main hall is a cultivator from a sect. You brought a group of Hua Clan members with no cultivation level at all, isn’t that breaking the rules?”

Po Shan’s gaze lingered on Shan Ruoling before greedily fixing on Hua You’an.

Wan Chengyi wanted to say something, but Po Shan already sneered, “Tsk tsk, I didn’t expect there to be such beautiful women in the Hua Clan, even attending the Thousand Clans Conference in men’s clothing. What, has the Hua Clan run out of men?”

This comment drew a burst of laughter from the crowd.

Hua You’an’s expression suddenly turned extremely ugly.

Jia Ning and Song Ajia Ning were even more enraged, their eyes shooting flames.

“Why are you staring at me like that? Hehe, without seeing you, I wouldn’t have even remembered. At the last Thousand Clans Conference, those weaklings from the Hua Clan you sent were too frail. I just played with them a little, and they ended up a mass of flesh and blood, heh heh, I wonder how long you’ll last this time?”

Upon hearing Po Shan’s words, Hua You’an’s complexion turned pale, and he said coldly, “Did the people from the Hua Clan die at your hands during the last Thousand Clans Conference?”

Po Shan laughed nonchalantly, “Yes! Didn’t I say so? Just a casual play resulted in their deaths. Tsk tsk, truly a bunch of frail youngsters.”

As Po Shan’s greedy gaze fixed on Hua You’an, he said, “However, this time, if you’re willing to accompany me, I can be magnanimous and spare your Hua Clan’s people for now. How about that?”

At this time, Wan Chengyi’s expression had become dark and terrible as he said coldly, “Po Shan, what do you mean by that?”

“Wan Chengyi, cut the crap. If you’re not convinced, let’s have a fight right now. If you lose, your pretty little disciple here can keep me company once. What do you say?”

Upon hearing this, Wan Chengyi was fuming with anger.

But he was still very clear-headed.

Po Shan’s cultivation level had always suppressed his own; if he fell for this provocation and started a fight now, he would definitely be at a great disadvantage.

A minor defeat was one thing, but if it delayed his entry into the Heavenly Dao’s origin, then it would be the end for the Garan Sect.

So his expression changed, and for a moment, he actually fell silent.

Po Shan laughed even more arrogantly and then turned his gaze to Hua You’an, saying, “What about it, lady? Have you made up your mind? My patience is very limited.”

A firm resolve began to appear on Hua You’an’s face; she was about to say something.

But Song Ajia Ning, standing beside her, stepped forward and smiled at Jia Ning and Hua You’an, saying, “Your Highness, Elder Jia, this brat is too arrogant. Allow me to fight him!”

No sooner had he spoken than he stepped forward without waiting for a response, stood in the middle of the arena, and gestured provocatively to Po Shan across from him.

“Brat, don’t think you’re so great just because you’re a cultivator. I’m going to teach you a lesson today!”

Upon hearing this, Po Shan and all the cultivators in the room were stunned, then burst into laughter.

Po Shan’s laughter was the most exaggerated.

“A mere mortal dares to challenge me?”

Song Ajia Ning didn’t laugh; he just quietly watched Po Shan.

After a moment of laughter, Po Shan gradually stopped smiling and then licked his lips with a ferocious expression.

“Fine, since you’re courting death, I’ll oblige!”

As he spoke, Po Shan suddenly rushed towards Song Ajia Ning and threw a punch straight at Song Ajia Ning’s chest.

Po Shan was confident that if this punch hit, the young man would surely be pulverized.

But unexpectedly, Song Ajia Ning took a deep breath, let out a loud shout, “Get lost!”

With that, he too threw a punch.

Crack.

After a crisp sound, Song Ajia Ning’s arm burst open, and his whole body staggered backward more than a dozen steps before barely managing to stand still.

Po Shan only swayed slightly.

But that slight sway made his complexion turn extremely ugly.

For he was a Golden Immortal Practitioner, yet not only did his punch fail to crush this Hua Clan youth with not a trace of cultivation, but he was also shaken by the counterattack.

For him, this was an unimaginable humiliation.

Meanwhile, Hua You’an and Jia Ning cried out in unison.

“Song Ajia Ning!”

After steadying himself, Song Ajia Ning turned his head to look at his arm, now revealing bone, and with a cool expression, he grabbed it with his left hand and then yanked hard.

Crack.

His already ruined right arm was torn off by Song Ajia Ning himself.

Blood gushed out once more.

Many cultivators felt their skin crawl uncontrollably, swallowing hard.

For Song Ajia Ning’s expression was terrifying.

It was as if it wasn’t his own arm he had ripped off; the extreme coldness towards himself sent chills down others’ spines.

Even Po Shan felt uncomfortable, but he still sneered, “Not bad, you managed to take one of my punches. It seems you are much stronger than those Hua Clan failures of the previous generation!”