Chapter 828 - 828 17 I am your Grand Aunt Wang Liyao (Vote

Chapter 828: Chapter 17 I am your Grand Aunt Wang Liyao (Vote for monthly ticket)_3 Chapter 828: Chapter 17 I am your Grand Aunt Wang Liyao (Vote for monthly ticket)_3 “`

When it came to seniority, Wang An Nan was actually of the grandson generation to Wang Liyao.

Such news directly infuriated Wang An Nan to the point of explosion. The methods of Wang Liyao, the Great Heavenly Proud, were too despicable, attacking his morale in this manner. For someone of the Great Heavenly Proud’s stature, why stoop so low?

However, a series of such promotions had, in an extremely short amount of time, skyrocketed the heat of the battle between Wang An Nan and Wang Liyao to its zenith.

The auction for the private booth at White Cloud Tower had already begun…

As large sums of money flowed in, the smile on Heng Commandery Prince’s face was wide as the Mile Buddha’s, truly considering Liyao the bringer of wealth or rather, a little wealth deity.

Time flew by.

In the blink of an eye, the time for the challenge had arrived.

White Cloud Tower was packed with a sea of people, myriad spectators thronging the place.

Inside one of the rather elegant private rooms, Wu Xuening, dressed like a little princess, was so angry that she pouted, “That damn Heng Commandery Prince, that wretched old ancestor! We all come from the same Imperial Household, and such a close lineage at that. Charging so much just for a small private room? It’s emptied out all my pocket money.”

With her fury peaking, she almost blurted out “wretched old man.”

“Your Grand Aunt need not be so angry,” Wu Zhixing said as he sipped tea, speaking placatingly. “Hasn’t the Commandery Prince already given us an 80% discount? Besides, you insisted on coming to see this. I fail to see what’s worth watching in this fight; Wang An Nan surely isn’t a match for Liyao the Great Heavenly Proud,” he continued.

“Isn’t there a rumor outside that Wang An Nan is the hidden Great Heavenly Proud from Ding Duke’s Mansion? Moreover, he’s supposedly the same clan’s grandson generation as Wang Liyao~” Wu Xuening said with a look of wonder, “Isn’t such an interesting affair worth watching?”

“Er~ Hehe…” Wu Zhixing laughed awkwardly and then brushed it off, “Then let’s just wait and see. At least, we can appreciate the grace of Liyao the Great Heavenly Proud,” he added.

Similar conversations echoed in other private rooms. After all, with the price of a private room having skyrocketed, those who were still willing to pay for it—would any of them be from modest backgrounds?

This battle had managed to attract many nobles and royals who usually weren’t fond of such spectacles.

On the brand-new Obsidian Fighting Stage, energy from the surrounding formations surged.

As the challenger, Wang An Nan was the first to step onto the stage. Beneath his resplendent Profound Martial battle attire, his expression was dark as iron, clearly in a foul mood.

And no wonder; for the past two days, he had been the butt of friends’ jokes about grandma and grandson. A good mood in such circumstances would be odd.

Even within the family, investigations had already commenced to determine whether the Changning Wang Clan was actually a branch of the Great Qian Wang Clan… If a branch could produce a Great Heavenly Proud, it would be a matter of immense significance to the main lineage.

Before long.

Under the gaze of the entire crowd, Wang Liyao gracefully floated up to the stage.

Last words of advice transmitted by voice from Heng Commandery Prince rang in her ears: “Girl, remember, for at least one incense stick’s time… lay the groundwork for our next wave of making money.”

As his words ended.

The Defensive Array roared to life, a powerful energy shield flashing up, enveloping both competitors within it.

The appearance of Wang Liyao, with an exceptional demeanor, drifting like a celestial being, indeed made many in the crowd take sharp notice. Such figure, temperament, and manner truly lived up to the name of Great Heavenly Proud.

Only Wang An Nan, his heart filled with irritability, gave Wang Liyao a salutatory bow with a face ashen as if forged from iron, then impatiently spoke, “I hear that the Great Heavenly Proud Liyao is my Grand Aunt’s generation?”

“Considering our family heritage and generational titles, indeed it is…” Wang Liyao calmly responded.

“Arrogant! Our clans have not yet recognized each other, and you dare to recklessly claim relations. I, Wang An Nan, can say the same, that I am of your grandfather’s generation,” Wang An Nan roared furiously, “Today, let me, your grandpa An Nan, teach you a lesson!”

With that, his figure blurred, and in an instant, he turned into seven or eight shadows, enveloping Wang Liyao in dozens of sword glows.

The Wang’s Shadow Sword, a top-grade sword technique, and a mystery not passed outside the Wang family.

It was said that when this sword technique was fully mastered, one could create hundreds of shadows and sword glows, invincible on the battlefield.

What Wang An Nan said in the first half posed no issue. After all, the recognition of clan relations without prior contact relied upon the Family Head and elders to check family trees and inheritance records, even necessitating additional verification before clarifying identities.

Thus, if he merely criticized the premature recognition of relatives before confirmation, with Wang Liyao’s temperament she would certainly accept it with equanimity.

However, such outrageous proclamation that a mere “An” generation youth dared to claim as her grandfather not only overstepped bounds but also implied taking advantage of her father.

In an instant.

A coldness flashed through Wang Liyao’s starry eyes.

“Clang!”

The sound of metal rang out.

With a surge of Liyao’s qi, an ancient sword abruptly left its sheath, shaking and buzzing as it circled and soared around her.

Faint blue light spilled out, imparting a greenish cast to Wang Liyao’s complexion.

Certainly, it was the top-quality sword—”String Song”!

“Sister Liyao! That person is so annoying, how dare he take advantage! Let me help you beat him up!” exclaimed the Sword Spirit, its voice as melodious as string music.

Wang Liyao’s lips curved almost imperceptibly as she stretched out her hand and “String Song” suddenly entered her grasp.

The next moment.

A magnificent sword light, vast as the ocean’s tides, roared forth.

To deal with a Heavenly Human Realm Level Four Sky Pride, she had plenty of tactics at her disposal, several of which could win the match with clever moves using but a small amount of Mysterious Energy. Yet at this moment, she chose the least flashy method.

“`