Standing before everyone was also a middle-aged beauty.
This middle-aged beauty seemed to be not even thirty, comparable in age to Wang Tongrui, incredibly stunning, with eyes containing an intense sharpness. Her stature was very tall, especially her extraordinarily long legs.
The moment Wang Yan and his two companions saw this middle-aged beauty, their eyes widened in shock.
Because this middle-aged beauty looked incredibly similar to Ouyang Feiting.
Beiming Xue resembles Wang Tongrui, and Ouyang Feiting looks middle-aged beauty in front of them. What's going on?
Wang Yan and his companions were at a loss, their minds in chaos momentarily.
As soon as Wang Tongrui saw this young lady, rage surged through him, and he shouted furiously, "Ouyang Qiu, it's you!"
Meanwhile, when Beiming Heng saw the middle-aged beauty named Ouyang Qiu, he became so excited he trembled slightly and was temporarily speechless.
Ouyang Qiu glanced at Beiming Heng, smiled faintly with charming eyes, and said softly, "Heng, long time no see."
Upon hearing Ouyang Qiu's words, Beiming Heng shuddered and quickly grinned, "Yes, it's been decades."
Ouyang Qiu slowly said, "It's been thirty-two years, three months, and seven days."
Upon hearing Ouyang Qiu's precise words, Beiming Heng trembled anew, his eyes locked onto Ouyang Qiu, filled with deep emotion.
Seeing Beiming Heng's expression, Wang Tongrui immediately shouted, "Old Man Heng, are you crazy."
Startled, Beiming Heng quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at Ouyang Qiu again.
Ouyang Qiu glanced at Wang Tongrui and shook her head, saying, "Wang Tongrui, Wang Tongrui, all these years and you haven't changed your terrible temper."
After speaking, Ouyang Qiu ignored Wang Tongrui, turned around, walked to Ouyang Feiting, and gently asked with soft eyes, "Child, what is your name?"
Seeing Ouyang Qiu, Ouyang Feiting seemed to be seeing herself decades earlier, and was momentarily stunned, quickly responding, "My name is Ouyang Feiting."
Ouyang Qiu nodded and said, "Hmm, child, hand over your Demon Pattern to me. I'll surely make you stronger than Beiming Xue."
Upon hearing this, Wang Tongrui was enraged, "What did you say? Do you dare claim to be stronger than my disciple?"
Ouyang Qiu responded lightly, "Of course, I've always been stronger than you."
Wang Tongrui shouted, "In what way are you stronger?" Follow current novels on ɴovᴇl(ꜰ)ir(e).nᴇt
Ouyang Qiu eyeing Wang Tongrui up and down said, "I'm prettier, taller, have longer legs, bigger eyes, a slimmer waist... What else do you want to compare?"
Infuriated as Ouyang Qiu painted her in a bad light, Wang Tongrui roared, "There's one way I'm stronger, my cultivation is higher."
With that, Wang Tongrui charged forward, lunging at Ouyang Qiu.
Ouyang Qiu snorted coldly, saying, "That might not be the case."
Then she rushed towards Wang Tongrui as well.
Suddenly, Wang Tongrui and Ouyang Qiu collided, fists flying back and forth, engaging each other in combat.
Witnessing the fight, Beiming Heng finally cried out bitterly, "Stop fighting, why do you both always fight when you meet? Stop, stop!"
But Wang Tongrui and Ouyang Qiu fought even more fiercely, completely ignoring Beiming Heng.
Wang Yan's trio was dumbstruck, unable to grasp why the sudden encounter resulted in a brawl, nor what secrets lay within.
Initially, it was just a simple attempt to arouse the Demon Patterns of Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting, but then erupted Wang Tongrui resembling Beiming Xue, and Ouyang Qiu resembling Ouyang Feiting.
Wang Yan hurried to Beiming Heng and asked, "Senior, who are these two? Should we try to break up the fight?"
Beiming Heng shook his head and said, "These two... sigh, I cannot explain now. We shouldn't intervene, definitely not now."
"Why?" Wang Yan asked, puzzled.
"Trying to break them up would only make them fight harder. It's been this way for years. Let them fight until they're tired, then intervene." After speaking, Beiming Heng sat aside to watch the brawl.
Wang Yan, Beiming Xue, and Ouyang Feiting, with nothing else to do, stood behind Beiming Heng observing Wang Tongrui and Ouyang Qiu.
Initially, Wang Yan thought it was just a mundane fight between two women, but as he observed closely, he grew increasingly shocked.
Both women's striking blows became fiercer, stronger, with their spinning forms generating a whirlwind around them, kicking up dust.
Ordinary people would see this as a whirlwind, but Wang Yan knew it was the Power of Demon Patterns forming an aura. These two were Demon Cultivators.
Gradually, the aura around them strengthened, and the whirlwind transformed into a straight line, shooting into the sky.
Small stones on the mountain peak were swept into the sky by the winds, with larger rocks rolling gradually on the ground.
Yet Wang Yan's trio was unaffected by the storm, as it seemed Wang Tongrui and Ouyang Qiu were mindful of them.
Seeing the fight intensify, Wang Yan worriedly said to Beiming Heng, "Senior, should they be persuaded to stop? It's quite aggressive now."
Unexpectedly, Beiming Heng shook his head, "They're still far from starting a real fight."
Wang Yan was stunned speechless at Beiming Heng's remark.
If this wasn't the start of the fight, what would it look like when it truly began?
As Wang Yan pondered, Wang Tongrui shouted, "Old witch, you've got some skills, but I won't go easy anymore. Watch my Demon Pattern."
As she spoke, Wang Tongrui leapt back several steps, and a powerful aura surged, enveloping the clouds in the sky.
The remaining white clouds in the sky were instantly dispersed by this aura.
Standing next to Wang Yan, he suddenly felt immense pressure, unable to resist, so he quickly wrapped his arms around the waists of Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting, immediately releasing his Demon Pattern power to protect them.
The masculine aura emitted from Wang Yan's body enveloped the two women, who gently lifted their eyes to look at him, then nestled into his embrace.
Beiming Heng, glancing at Wang Yan, chuckled, "Kid, enjoy now, you'll have tough days ahead."