Chapter 167: Dust Settles

Under the true dragon's energy, a golden, radiant scale pattern covered his arm, sparkling like gemstones. Under this claw-like appearance, the hand formed by countless martial essences all became weak and feeble.
Xiao Jingfu stared at Zhao Bufan inside the eight stone pillars. Once the True Dragon Qi was passively used, Zhao Bufan would activate a large amount of his bloodline power. "Master is still somewhat struggling when facing two strong mid-level martial artists at the same time."
"Hope he can suppress his own soul."
"The more the power of bloodline is used, the greater the test to the soul."
"This bloodline originally does not belong to the human race, and being able to assimilate it is already avoiding a large number of heavenly laws. Every use is an offense to the laws of heaven and earth."
"You just let Kun Zhu do as he pleases." Miss Zhong looked at Zhao Bufan's arm gradually transforming into a dragon and said.
"So what?"
"The master must master the circulation of blood and qi." Xiao Jingfu said.
"This golden light is not beneath me." Zhu Tian's eyelids trembled as he clutched his chest, the depleted martial energy within his body causing his meridians to quiver repeatedly. "At the same level, why does he still have martial energy? No matter what, for the reputation of the Renzi Hall, I cannot be defeated by him."
Zhao Bufan's single claw tears through the air, and his other eye has turned into a bloody gaze, filled with intense bloodlust.
As the golden light once again emerges, a determined expression appears between Zhu Tian's eyes. Pieces of armor fall onto his arms as he stands up again, directly confronting the incoming claw.
The crisp sound kept ringing, as the single claw swept across the armor, removing all the layers of golden plates, falling to the ground like petals.
"This high-level mystery rank martial technique is unexpectedly without any resistance."
赵不凡一手撕裂了朱天的衣裳，身体压制着朱天的躯体。他现在如同一只猛兽与敌人缠斗着。
朱天用尽所有的手段，拉开了一丝的距离。
The body quickly flew backward like a shockwave, curling up together. It was the first time he was suppressed so miserably by a martial technique, with no trace of usable martial energy left. He managed to say with difficulty, "I...I concede."
Is Zhu Tian defeated?" Wen Tian stood up, clearly sensing the force exerted by Zhao Bufan's single claw. After all, Zhu Tian's strength is extremely close to that of the Three Hall Masters in the past. If he can repel Zhu Tian head-on, this person is probably the number one in Zhao Family's Martial Academy.
He was initially able to deal with Zhu Tian for a long time only with his own control, and even understood the gap between the two.
"Wait a minute." Zhao Bufan's voice was dull, if this person had a little disobedience, I'm afraid he would no longer be able to suppress his own blood and anger.
"How do you want it?"
"Could it be that they want my life?" Zhu Tian shouted, clutching his chest.
It's important to note that it's against the rules for anyone to lose their life in a fight at the Zhao Family Martial Arts Academy.
Zhao Bufan raised his arm and pointed to the plaque beside him. The bold and imposing characters "Tian Zi Tang" were particularly eye-catching. "Have you forgotten something?"
Zhu Tian touched the plaque and sneered. Everything was like lifting a stone and hitting himself in the foot. "Don't worry, I'll personally hang it up for you."
"Is this our new hall master?"
"So terrifying." Several disciples secretly hiding and watching whispered.
Zhao Bufan's eyes turned to Gao He beside him, his mouth trembling, looking at the spreading bloodstains, the turmoil in his heart became more and more intense, the bloodline of the demon beast also gave him a bloodthirsty impulse.
Gaohe turned around, and as the saying goes, those who understand the current situation are the talented ones. "I didn't expect Young Master Yuntang to have such great power at such a young age."
"Your strength far exceeds my expectations. We will meet again. Let's go."
He had a slight regret in his heart. He knew that with such a powerful individual, even if he didn't care about his reputation, he couldn't stay in Tianzi Hall.
A powerful hall master will represent everything.
Zhu Tian used up the last bit of his strength to hang up the plaque. In an instant, he collapsed to the ground, and the people from Ren Zi Tang helped him up. His body was torn apart by martial energy, with not a single intact spot, and even his pants were severely damaged.
"I didn't expect that Tianzitang still had such powerful masters."
"Goodbye."
Zhao Bufan closed his eyes, his heart filled with fear. He always kept himself clear-headed. Seeing everyone leaving, he slowly raised his hand. "Miss Nianer, don't let the things on this table go to waste. Let the brothers come and eat."
"I believe no one will dare to trouble our Tianzi Pavilion from now on."
"Master." Wendian stepped forward to support him. She could clearly sense the fluctuations in Zhao Bufan's aura. She took out some basic spiritual medicine for restoring martial energy from the spiritual ring and put it into his mouth. "Such chaotic aura, there are too many things mixed in this aura."
"Nian'er, take the Hall Master to your room."
"He is heavily injured."
"Brother Yun?" Miss Nian'er turned around and stared at Zhao Bufan as he walked quickly to his side, "There's no one here who knows how to treat his injuries."
Wentian used his own martial aura to sense the meridians of the man in front of him, but he didn't even find any trace of martial channels.
"Is he really a martial cultivator?"
"This kind of injury is probably not caused by external forces."
Miss Nian was unable to understand what Mr. Wen Tian was saying. In the past, it was her older brother who dealt with the injuries of the people in the hall. She stayed where she was and said, "I will go and find Tiancheng and Miss Qing'er. They must have a solution."
The yard outside Nian'er's house.
Miss Nian'er sat in the courtyard, looking up at the sky, playing with tree leaves in her hands. With great difficulty, the Tianzi Hall welcomed a new hall master, and the situation that her eldest brother had worked hard to establish finally stabilized. If something happened to Zhao Bufan, Tianzi Hall would likely return to its previous state. She stood up and kept walking outside the door.
She had already informed Zhao Tiancheng about the news, and Zhao Tiancheng quickly called Zhao Song Elder and Mao Elder to come and see Zhao Bufan's injuries. These people have been in the room for a long time.
Wen Tian walked up to her and draped a piece of clothing over her, saying, "It's late at night, don't catch a cold."
"Now that the elder is gone, you must take good care of yourself too."
Miss Nian'er, in front of the disciples of the Tianzi Hall who were waiting here, had no embarrassment. She held Wen Tian in her arms, and tears kept streaming down her eyes. "You say, Brother Yun, will he..." She dared not think further. This was the result she least wanted to face.
Wen Tian rubbed the little girl's head and looked at her tear-stained face, saying, "Silly girl, even though I don't know what happened to him."
"I believe with his ability, he will surely turn danger into safety."
"Really?" Miss Nian looked up.
By her side, Miss Qing brought some spiritual objects she found from somewhere and handed them to the two people in her arms. She said, "Miss Nian, don't worry too much. I understand this guy. He's not so easy to die. The day for the selection of the Monster Beast Inspector is coming soon. I have to help Zhao Yun with his injuries these days, so you two need to hurry up."
Zhao Bufan came back alone from the demon realm, so this kind of thing is not scary to him.
"I almost forgot about this." Miss Nian patted her forehead and calmed down after hearing Miss Qing's words. "Hmm, I will arrange it."