Shen Muxue's face was solemn.
Tang Xingyu and Lin Shu also wore cold expressions.
A seventh-level Martial Emperor was indeed terrifying.
Even when the three of them joined forces, they couldn't match him and were all injured.
But the crowd around them stared in disbelief.
Because the Luofu Mountain protector's attack had actually been stopped—and he'd even been forced back two steps.
To everyone else, this was nothing short of unbelievable.
The oldest among the three, Shen Muxue, was only eighteen.
The youngest, Tang Xingyu, was just ten.
Yet these three little girls had managed to block a seventh-level Martial Emperor?
"Three filthy wenches…"
The Luofu Mountain protector was enraged.
Just then, a figure shot straight at him.
Seeing this, the protector's eyes lit up with joy.
It was Yang Cheng.
He had thought that, blocked by these three women, he'd lost his chance to kill Yang Cheng. Surely Yang Cheng would use the opportunity to escape.
But Yang Cheng didn't flee. He charged in himself. That was a gift from heaven.
"Die!"
The protector hurled a punch at Yang Cheng.
Almost at the same time, Yang Cheng slashed down with his sword.
Boom!
The clash was violent.
Yang Cheng was blasted away.
But what made everyone's eyes shrink was that the Luofu Mountain protector was also forced back six or seven steps.
Yang Cheng didn't pause for even a heartbeat. He rushed back in.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The two clashed again and again.
Every time Yang Cheng was smashed flying, he came back at once, sword raised.
On the other side—
"Out of my way!"
Yun Jinghuai thrust with his spear like a dragon, breaking through the pressure of the four elders at once.
He had been about to rescue Yang Cheng, but when he saw what was happening, he stopped and instead allowed a smile to flicker across his face.
It seemed both he and the world had underestimated Yang Cheng.
Da-da-da…
At that moment, Great Zhou soldiers poured out from the forests, sealing off the area completely.
Then over a thousand Divine Machinery Crossbows locked onto the experts of the great sects.
The four elders were the main targets.
The faces of the four men all changed.
Their only hope now was for the Luofu Mountain protector to take down Yang Cheng.
Otherwise, they'd lose everything here, and the disaster would be complete.
Meanwhile, Yang Cheng's battle with the protector grew fiercer.
Boom!
Another clash erupted. Yang Cheng was sent flying, blood staining the corner of his mouth, but his eyes only grew sharper.
The Luofu Mountain protector wasn't doing well either. His chest rose and fell violently, his eyes full of shock and rage.
"This brat… how is this possible?"
He was a seventh-level Martial Emperor. By rights, Martial Kings should be crushed like ants before him. Yet Yang Cheng fought him evenly.
Even worse, Yang Cheng's physical body was terrifying. Each time he was blasted away, he recovered instantly, charging back in as if he knew no exhaustion.
This wasn't a human. It was a humanoid beast!
"Hahaha! Again!"
Yang Cheng laughed loudly. Inside him, the Great Divination Breathing Technique roared to life, true qi surging as his wooden sword blazed with destructive sword force. He slashed once more at the protector.
"Qiongqi Shatters the Mountains!"
The protector roared, his rage boiling over. His fists clamped together, his true qi pouring out wildly until a ferocious Qiongqi beast shadow formed over his knuckles.
In an instant—
Sword and fist collided, and a terrifying shockwave swept across the battlefield once again.
The ground split apart inch by inch, and the spectators all scrambled back, terrified of being caught by the shockwaves.
Yang Cheng's palm went numb, and his wooden sword was knocked flying.
The Luofu Mountain protector sneered viciously. "Without your sword, how are you going to fight me now?"
A flicker of mockery flashed in Yang Cheng's eyes.
"Who said… I need a sword?"
Before his words even fell, his figure blurred and he closed in right against the protector.
Crimson Flood Dragon Fist!
Yang Cheng struck with raw force.
The protector roared in fury.
He didn't believe Yang Cheng could be that skilled in sword Dao and still master fist techniques.
But then—
Bang!
Their fists smashed together.
Yang Cheng's strength was just slightly weaker, but the protector didn't feel the least bit of dominance.
Worse, Yang Cheng borrowed the force of his retreat to twist back in an instant, slipping around to grab the protector's wrist with five claw-like fingers.
It was the Luofu Mountain's signature art, Dragon-Seizing Hand.
Of course, Yang Cheng hadn't learned it from Zhang Qingyang in this life. He had already mastered it in his past life through another disciple of Luofu Mountain.
But no one here knew that. They all assumed he had copied it from Zhang Qingyang.
The thought made many scalps crawl. With just a fight, he could steal someone's ultimate art?
Who would dare fight him in the future?
Lu Yun's expression grew complicated.
She remembered how Yang Cheng had once watched Yang Xiu play Bamboo Moon Chant only once, then easily replicated it.
That could still be brushed off as coincidence. But twice? Absolutely not.
This was proof. Yang Cheng was simply monstrous.
"What?"
Even the Luofu Mountain protector was shaken.
And on top of that, he felt a chilling sense of danger.
He tried to break free of Yang Cheng's Dragon-Seizing Hand, but Yang Cheng's grip was like iron clamps. His wrist wouldn't budge.
"My turn."
Yang Cheng's left fist clenched, his innate divine strength erupting in full, and he smashed it straight into the protector's chest.
Bang!
The punch landed solidly, the force piercing through and shattering his protective true qi.
"Pu!"
The protector spat blood and staggered back, his face pale as death.
"Impossible!"
How could a seventh-level Martial Emperor be driven to this by a Martial King?
But Yang Cheng gave him no chance to breathe. Like a shadow, he pressed in again.
Battle Saint Art!
Fists, elbows, knees, legs—
Every strike rained down like a storm, each one meant to kill.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The Luofu Mountain protector was battered backward step after step, barely able to block, fear creeping into his heart.
What kind of monster was this boy?
The four great elders watching from afar turned pale.
"What now?"
They wanted to strike directly, to seize Yang Cheng.
But the moment they moved, over a thousand Divine Machinery Crossbows locked onto them, icy bolts gleaming, ready to unleash a storm of death.
"Move, and you die."
Yun Jinghuai sneered coldly, spear leveled at the four, killing intent blazing.
The four froze in place, caught between retreat and advance.
At the center of the battlefield, Yang Cheng's assault reached its peak.
"This ends with one last punch!"
His voice rang out low and sharp. His right fist flared as the form of a crimson flood dragon fully condensed.
"Roooar!"
The punch shot forward like a dragon diving from the sky.
Boom!
The terrifying strike crashed into the protector's chest.
Crack!
The sound of bones snapping echoed, and his eyes widened as he vomited blood, body flung away like a ragged sack before slamming into the ground.
Bang!
Dust exploded as the protector collapsed, his chest caved in grotesquely.
The world fell silent.
Everyone stared blankly as if they were dreaming.
The Luofu Mountain protector—defeated.
A seventh-level Martial Emperor, crushed by Yang Cheng.
It shattered everything they thought they knew.
Yang Cheng slowly withdrew his fist, his eyes cold as he looked down at him.
"Luofu Mountain's protector? Nothing special."