Liu Chan, having received Xia Feng's affirmation, prepared to intervene.
As a woman herself, Liu Chan felt a pang of sympathy for Nangong Huanshan. Faced with such an ordeal, how could any woman not sympathize with another?
Therefore, Liu Chan decided to act without hesitation.
"Wait," Liu Chan called out, stopping Mu Dayong's actions.
At that moment, Mu Dayong was about to drag Nangong Huanshan away, intending to whip her thoroughly back home to reveal who was framing their family.
Of course, Mu Dayong also knew that this was merely an excuse.
Because what Nangong Huanshan had said was the truth; there was no framing involved.
Seeing Liu Chan’s intervention, and noting she was another beautiful woman, Mu Dayong's eyes lit up. Could this be an accomplice?
Or perhaps, today was his lucky day, doubling his fortunes?
With this thought, Mu Dayong's heart swelled with joy.
"Are you Nangong Huanshan's accomplice?" Mu Dayong directly questioned.
"Release her," Liu Chan stepped forward, her expression unreadable.
At this moment, Mu Wenguang also noticed the commotion and shouted to his son, "Dayong, come back quickly."
Mu Wenguang then leaped forward, arriving before his son. He had sensed the strength emanating from Liu Chan – the early stage of Saint Venerable.
Mu Wenguang's expression faltered. He looked at Liu Chan and asked, "Your Excellency, what is your intention?"
"No intention, I act on behalf of Heaven," Liu Chan declared, a sword appearing in her hand.
Liu Chan drew her sword, making her intent to fight clear.
No need for further words; if they were to fight, they would fight.
Mu Wenguang's face turned ashen. Seeing Liu Chan draw her sword, he knew a battle was inevitable. The key question was, why fight? He deserved a reason.
"We are both at the early stage of Saint Venerable. Are you so certain you will win?" Mu Wenguang said, conjuring a mace in his hand.
As Mu Wenguang finished speaking, the surrounding guests exchanged looks of disbelief.
This woman was also at the early stage of Saint Venerable?
No wonder she dared to step forward to uphold justice. A suppressed excitement flickered in everyone's eyes.
"How will we know without trying?" Liu Chan replied, flying towards an open space. She called out again, "Come and accept your death."
"You court death," Mu Wenguang exclaimed, leaping towards Liu Chan.
The Saint energy of both individuals began to surge as they clashed. Their strengths were comparable, and for a time, they were locked in a fierce, evenly matched struggle.
*Boom...*
Their confrontation ignited, the immense Saint energy warping the surrounding space.
Although Liu Chan was a woman, she fought with formidable power. After all, as fellow Saint Venerable powerhouses, her strength was nearly on par with Mu Wenguang's.
The clash between two Saint Venerables was not something ordinary people could witness. The crowd of onlookers was truly treated to a magnificent spectacle.
*Boom, boom, boom...*
As they fought, the air thrummed with explosive sounds, the result of their fierce combat. Despite their comparable strength, neither could gain an advantage, resulting in a protracted and indecisive battle where neither could overcome the other.
"Truly worthy of a Saint Venerable expert."
"Is this what you call a contest between masters? I've never witnessed such a high-level duel; it feels like a dream."
"These people are too incredible."
"This Liu Chan actually looks quite beautiful, I never expected her to be a Saint Venerable powerhouse as well."
"Sigh... When will I ever be able to cultivate to the Saint Venerable realm and become as powerful as them?"
"These people are all prodigies. We ordinary folk shouldn't even dream of it."
"Indeed. Look at how they're fighting, locked in such an evenly matched struggle."
The surrounding onlookers murmured amongst themselves, watching the two fighters locked in their fierce, indecisive battle.
By this time, Liu Chan and Mu Wenguang had exchanged hundreds of blows, neither feeling satisfied.
Liu Chan, in particular, waved her sword and said, "Again."
Mu Wenguang cursed inwardly, "This woman is truly a madwoman, relentlessly pestering me. Let's see how much stamina you truly possess."
With this thought, he launched another attack against Liu Chan.
Liu Chan's sword danced, unleashing waves of sword energy.
*Boom, boom, boom...*
Mu Wenguang and Liu Chan fought with gusto. They exchanged thousands of moves, and Liu Chan remained completely unharmed.
However, Liu Chan's offensive gradually began to weaken, as her Saint energy was not as abundant as Mu Wenguang's.
Just as Liu Chan started to feel the strain, Mu Wenguang suddenly sheathed his weapon. He stood there with a smile, looking at Liu Chan and saying, "There's no point in us continuing like this. Let's call it a draw."
Upon hearing Mu Wenguang's words, Liu Chan let out a cold snort. "Absolutely not."
Mu Wenguang's smile vanished. "If you wish to die, then I shall oblige you."
Mu Wenguang lunged forward, his fist aimed at Liu Chan's chest.
Liu Chan dodged to the side and then unleashed a palm strike.
*Boom...*
The two engaged in another round of combat.
An incense stick's worth of time passed, and they were still fighting. By now, both had considerably depleted their Saint energy.
Seeing that neither could gain a decisive advantage, and realizing that Liu Chan would eventually lose if the fight continued, Xia Feng spoke up.
"Chan'er, you've played enough. Leave it to me."