The fierce battle raged in the giant forest, with flashing swords and magical energy intertwining, and the stench of blood mingling with the scent of vegetation filling the air.
Xiao Chen and his two companions huddled behind the giant tree, intending to observe for a while longer, but unexpectedly, the stone beside them suddenly moved.
The incident began when three monks from the Western Regions secretly circled around to the back of the giant tree, holding prayer beads in their hands, but their eyes were fixed on Jiang Li with sinister intent, clearly intending to launch a sneak attack while things were in disarray.
They thought the three young people were easy to bully, especially the woman in red who looked the weakest.
But they hadn't considered the stone's reaction speed.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The three muffled thuds almost came together in one continuous sound.
The stone shot out like a black lightning bolt, its fist, as big as a clay pot, cutting through the air with a whooshing sound, giving the three monks no chance to chant incantations.
The first punch smashed the head of the monk on the left, the second punch shattered the chest of the monk in the middle, and the third punch sent the monk on the right flying, crashing into a tree trunk and falling to the ground lifeless.
Three headless or mutilated corpses fell to the ground with a "thud," scalding blood splattering all over the stone, but he didn't care at all, and muttered in a deep voice, "Dare to make a move on Senior Sister, you're asking for death!"
This sudden turn of events brought the nearby melee to a standstill for a moment, drawing everyone's attention.
"evil creature!"
A furious shout rang out from the middle-aged monk leading the Western Regions group—the same one who had previously proposed "eliminating the weak."
Seeing his disciple killed, his eyes turned bloodshot, his robes fluttered without wind, and amidst the swirling Buddhist light, a hint of violence appeared.
"Even the Buddha, with his mercy, cannot tolerate such indiscriminate killing!"
He held a Zen staff and smashed it down on the stone. Golden light flowed on the staff, clearly infused with his full spiritual power, making it even more powerful than when he dealt with the demon beast.
"Big monk, enough nonsense!" Stone grinned, not only not dodging, but charging forward to meet the staff head-on, his black iron fist clashing with the staff.
With a loud bang, the golden light dissipated, and the monk's staff was bent an inch. The middle-aged monk groaned and staggered backward, his tiger's mouth split open and blood flowed freely.
"Your physical body..." The monk was both shocked and furious. He had not expected that this strong man's strength was so great that he could even break through the staff that was blessed with Buddhist teachings.
"Try this!" Stone pressed his advantage, lunging forward and unleashing a barrage of punches, each carrying the force to shatter giant trees.
The middle-aged monk could only barely parry with his staff. The golden light on the staff grew dimmer and dimmer. His robe was torn in several places by the force of the punch, leaving him in a sorry state.
In the heat of the moment, the stone-throwing continued, regardless of whether the opponent was a monk or not. Every punch landed squarely, and with a few cracking sounds, the monk's staff snapped in two. The monk was punched in the chest, sent flying backward, crashing into a giant tree and spitting out a mouthful of blood. He was clearly seriously injured.
Just as the stone was displaying its power, a figure appeared silently in front of Xiao Chen.
The newcomer was dressed in a dark robe, with a black leather whip at his waist. He had a handsome face but also a somewhat sinister air, and appeared to be about twenty years old.
His gaze swept over Xiao Chen with a flippant air, as if he were looking at an ant that could be crushed at will.
He clearly didn't take Xiao Chen seriously, not even glancing at him. With a flick of his wrist, the black leather whip shot out like a serpent, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.
He lashed out at Xiao Chen's face—in his view, one lash was enough to deal with such a "small fry".
Xiao Chen's eyes turned cold.
He had intended to watch the game discreetly, but unexpectedly, trouble came knocking on his door.
"Smack!"
The rusty iron spear was already in his hand; he held it horizontally, precisely blocking the whip. The whip struck the spear shaft with a crisp sound and bounced back.
The young man paused for a moment, as if he hadn't expected this seemingly ordinary cultivator in blue robes to be able to withstand his whip. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Oh? Interesting."
He put away the whip, looked Xiao Chen up and down, and a playful smile appeared on his lips:
"Yan Yi, of the Forgotten River Sect in the Central Region. Since you seem to have some skill, state your name, lest I die without even knowing who I killed."
"Xiao Chen." Xiao Chen responded calmly, but a question arose in his mind—the Wangchuan Sect?
Never heard of it before; it seems to be a hidden sect from the Central Region. To be able to show itself in this kind of setting, their strength must be considerable.
"Xiao Chen?" Yan Yi clicked his tongue, as if savoring the name, then his eyes flashed with murderous intent. "Never heard of him. But it doesn't matter, someone will remember him soon enough."
He lashed the whip again, this time with a faint black aura swirling around it, clearly using a sect secret technique. The whip's shadows were numerous, blocking all of Xiao Chen's escape routes, and carrying a chilling aura that corroded the soul.
Xiao Chen no longer concealed his strength.
His aura exploded without reservation, and the rusty iron spear in his hand suddenly accelerated. The spear shadow was like lightning, easily breaking through the whip shadow. The spear tip also carried a sharp force, heading straight for Yan Yi's face!
"Huh?" Yan Yi's pupils contracted slightly, and he quickly retracted his whip to block. "You've been hiding it quite well!"
He then roused himself, wielding the whip with even greater speed. Black energy swirled around him, sometimes transforming into venomous snakes, sometimes condensing into sharp claws. Each move was ruthless, clearly a killing blow.
Xiao Chen, however, was completely at ease. His spear technique was both steady and agile. He could not only withstand the black energy of the whip, but also change his moves at any time, forcing Yan Yi to retreat repeatedly.
On the open ground beside the giant tree, the two were locked in a fierce battle. Yan Yi's whip technique was sinister and cunning; wherever the black energy passed, the grass and trees withered rapidly. Xiao Chen's spear technique was upright and righteous, with sharp spear light. Each strike carried the sharpness of breaking through and rebuilding, constantly shattering the black energy.
"This is interesting!" Yan Yi became increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. He had initially thought his strength was among the top in his class.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Chen was a level above him—not only was his marksmanship exquisite, but his spiritual power was also terrifyingly refined, clearly indicating an extremely solid foundation.
What alarmed him even more was that although Xiao Chen could clearly suppress him, he always left himself a sliver of room to maneuver.
His gunplay always carried a hint of probing, and although his eyes seemed focused on the battle, they would occasionally glance around, as if he were on guard against something.
"You're still holding back?!" Yan Yi roared, his whip suddenly growing larger, transforming into a black python tens of meters long, its blood-red maw snapping at Xiao Chen. "Do you look down on my Wangchuan Sect?"
Xiao Chen's eyes narrowed, and he no longer held back.
"Breaking Army Spear Technique - Break!"
With a low shout, an extremely refined spear light condensed on the rusty iron spear. The spear light pierced the air with a sharp whistling sound, directly penetrating the black python's head. The spear tip, with its remaining momentum, pointed straight at Yan Yi's heart!
Yan Yi's expression changed drastically. He suddenly dodged to the side, and the spear tip grazed his shoulder, spraying blood and piercing a hole in the giant tree behind him!
"So powerful!" Yan Yi clutched his bleeding shoulder, staring at the hole with disbelief in his eyes—the power of that shot had probably already touched the threshold of the Dao Inquiry Realm!
He finally understood that Xiao Chen wasn't holding back, but rather... truly possessed the strength to crush him, and even had the energy to be wary of his surroundings.
Xiao Chen's gaze swept over Yan Yi, then quickly turned to the center of the melee—the battle between Gui Xuan and the elders of the Three Saints Sect had reached a fever pitch.
Gui You and Zhao Wu were locked in a fierce battle, while the black-robed men watched coldly, their intentions unknown.
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