"Who dares touch my brother?"
A voice, still tinged with a hint of youthfulness, drifted out, but the resolute conviction within the words was as unshakeable as refined iron.
The Young Commander clutched his numb right hand. The unexpected blow had just sent his Treasure Saber flying, and his expression was exceedingly grim. His face darkened, and his cold, viper-like eyes stared intently in the direction of the voice.
A slender figure slowly erged from the dense mist.
The newcor was none other than Hong Yu!
He had spent a full five days in the Mist Canyon cultivating the Three Flas Palm, finally mastering the first and second techniques through his formidable comprehension.
Mortal-Level Martial Skills were truly extraordinary.
Even with Hong Yu's level of comprehension, it was impossible to grasp it as easily as he did Top-Level Martial Skills.
However, to comprehend a Mortal-Level Martial Skill in just five days—and cultivate both the first and second techniques to the Mastery Realm—was a feat of unimaginable speed.
One had to understand that for an ordinary genius to cultivate a Mortal-Level Martial Skill, it would not be easy to reach the Mastery Realm without several months, or even years, of diligent practice!
For Hong Yu to achieve this in five days was enough to look down upon countless Celestial Pride Sons!
After comprehending the Three Flas Palm, Hong Yu left the Mist Canyon.
Unexpectedly, just as he left, he stumbled upon this scene.
Perhaps the saying that so things were preordained by heaven was not just nonsensical superstition.
Otherwise, how could Liu Liyun and the others have fled to the very exit of the Mist Canyon?
Otherwise, how could Hong Yu have arrived just in the nick of ti?
The concept of fate, though ethereal and illusory, possessed a logic and evidence that was hard to deny.
Hong Yu glanced at the wailing Liu Liyun, then at the captured Sword Sect disciples. His gaze lingered on Liu Liyun's mangled arm. On the surface, he appeared calm and unruffled, but a raging sea of fury surged in the depths of his eyes.
His gaze, as sharp as the edge of a blade or a Sword Aura, fixed on the Young Commander. Hong Yu's voice was low as he asked, "Did you do all this?"
"Huh?"
The Young Commander paused, then realized what Hong Yu was referring to. A brazen sneer appeared on his face. "That's right, I did it all. What, you think you can get revenge for them?"
"Brother... Brother Hong?"
The familiar voice snapped Liu Liyun out of his pained struggle. His bloodshot eyes, a result of the intense agony, fixed on Hong Yu as he roared, "Brother Hong, run! These guys are too strong! Get out of here, run...!"
If Hong Yu had appeared before the clash with Ghost Qi and the others, Liu Liyun would have been ecstatic, confident that Hong Yu could defeat them.
But after that brief exchange, both Ghost Qi and the Young Commander—who had yet to even truly make a move—exerted an imnse pressure on Liu Liyun. They were far stronger than even Chen Xing or Shi Tao. Moreover, the enemy had three Earth Soul Realm powerhouses. If they joined forces, Hong Yu would surely have no chance of winning.
Hong Yu stood there quietly, clearly sensing the worry and anxiety in Liu Liyun's eyes.
This concern moved him in an unexpected way.
A slight grin spread across his face, and with a smile as brilliant as the sun, Hong Yu murmured, "Lao Liu, you can't even beat this thing that's neither human nor ghost? You're too weak. Looks like after this mission is over and we're back at the Sword Sect, I'll have to properly supervise your cultivation. Otherwise, how are you going to roll with in the future?"
"Brother... Brother Hong, I..."
Tears welled up in Liu Liyun's eyes.
Hong Yu's words sounded like a reprimand, but they were actually ant to comfort him. This deeply shook and moved Liu Liyun.
'This is the kind of boss worth following for a lifeti.'
Hong Yu's gaze swept over the remaining disciples, his smile just as brilliant. "And you lot, you didn't abandon your companions even in the face of death. HAHAHA, when we get back to the Sword Sect, you'll all have to train hard for !"
"Brother Hong..."
The nine Sword Sect disciples were speechless, a lump forming in their throats.
In the Cyan Nether Sword Sect, a place teeming with geniuses, their own talents seed mundane. In the Outer Sect, they had desperately chased after the inner sect geniuses or brown-nosed the powerful Outer Sect experts, all to seek a sliver of shelter. But in the eyes of those people, they were nothing more than worthless lackeys.
As for Hong Yu, they hadn't interacted with him much. In fact, in the past, they had even mocked and ridiculed him.
Yet Hong Yu held no grudges and even showed them concern at a ti like this. Not even Hong Yu himself could have imagined that this one subconscious act would completely win the loyalty of ten proud disciples.
While Hong Yu was catching up with his friends, the Young Commander on the other side was completely enraged.
'The disrespect!'
'Hong Yu is blatantly ignoring !'
The Young Commander's gaze turned frigid, and he ground his teeth. "Good, very good. A re Half-Step Earth Soul Realm Outer Sect disciple from the Sword Sect dares to ignore this Commander. Ghost Qi, I want you to cut off all his limbs, but don't kill him. I want to personally sever his head and use it as a chamber pot!"
"Yes, sir!"
Ghost Qi nodded, stepping forward with his war axe. "Kid, my Commander wants to—"
Ghost Qi's chilling voice, like the grating of two crossed blades, had just sounded when the Hong Yu before him transford into a streak of light and charged. Ghost Qi's expression froze for a mont, then twisted in fury. "You're courting death!"
He abruptly raised his war axe and brought it down in a crazed, demonic chop.
"Brother Hong, be careful! That guy's strength is imnse!"
Liu Liyun shouted a warning.
The Young Commander, who still had his foot on Liu Liyun, heard this and sneered nacingly. "Ghost Qi possesses Innate Divine Strength. Even I would have to expend considerable effort to fight him. This kid is just a Half-Step Earth Soul Realm cultivator... Tsk tsk, I really don't know if you all got kicked in the head by a donkey, to actually think he can save you."
Sneering contemptuously, the Young Commander slowly raised his head, expecting to see the tragic sight of Hong Yu being sent flying by Ghost Qi's strike.
But...
When he saw the scene before him, his relaxed and smug expression instantly froze. His eyebrows twitched, and his dark eyes widened so much they looked like they would fall out of their sockets. His pupils contracted violently, and a tide of profound shock and disbelief surged within them.
"How... how is this possible?"
The gasp of astonishnt escaped his lips.
The burly Ghost Qi, with his Innate Divine Strength, was built like a human-shaped Desolate Beast. His axe fell with enough force to split mountains and crack peaks, about to cleave Hong Yu in two. But at that critical mont, Hong Yu suddenly raised one hand. A faint, fiery red light swirled around his arm as he opened his fingers and then clamped them down, catching the sharp edge of the war axe.
"HRRGH! HRRGH!"
Ghost Qi continuously channeled the Power of his Primordial Spirit through his hands, increasing his output of strength.
But to his dismay, he discovered that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't force the axe down even a single fraction of an inch.
Ghost Qi's strength was a full 20,000 jin, comparable to an ordinary Mid-stage Earth Soul Realm powerhouse like Chen Xing. Yet his strike was so easily stopped by the slender youth before him. How shocking was this? Just what kind of terrifying strength did this young man possess?
"So this is the so-called Innate Divine Strength? Tsk tsk, you can't even match a re Half-Step Earth Soul Realm cultivator like . How disappointing!"
Hong Yu shook his head and sighed, then violently yanked his arm back.
The war axe, along with Ghost Qi, was pulled forward, causing him to stumble a few steps. Hong Yu abruptly released the axe, closed the distance, and threw a punch. It was the Rising Dragon Fist at the Great Perfection Realm, reputed to be the strongest Advanced Martial Skill in Shishui City. The fist slamd into Ghost Qi's temple.
BANG!
The fist landed on Ghost Qi's head. Half of his face instantly contorted, and one could even see his skull cap directly fracture and warp.
THUD!
The imnse Fist Force sent Ghost Qi tumbling through the air before he crashed heavily onto the ground more than ten ters away, his status unknown.
HISS!
The several hundred bandits sucked in sharp breaths of cold air.
Throughout their pursuit of the Cyan Nether Sword Sect disciples, Ghost Qi had been invincible and unstoppable, long since establishing the image of a Godslayer in their hearts. Yet this very Godslayer had been instantly killed in a single exchange by the slender youth before them. It made them feel as if they were living in a dream.
"Pinch , see if I'm dreaming."
"Damn it, is... is this kid a shapeshifted Desolate Beast? How can he have such terrifying strength?"
"Ma Le Gobi, we've really hit a steel plate this ti..."
Hong Yu's expression remained calm. His tranquil gaze fell upon the Young Commander, yet it carried a pressure that was chilling to the bone.
Five days ago, Hong Yu absolutely would not have possessed such combat strength!
However, during the past five days, in addition to comprehending the Three Flas Palm, he had also received several rare and exotic fruits from Little Beast Huhu. At first, Hong Yu had paid them no mind, treating them rely as food to fill his stomach. But after eating them for three consecutive days, he felt the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi in his Lower Dantian beco abundant once more.
Thus, Hong Yu used this opportunity to break through again, reaching the realm of seven Qi Vortexes.
His current reserves of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi were seven tis that of a Martial Artist at the sa realm. As for his strength, it had also broken through 30,000 jin!
A strength of 30,000 jin was the absolute limit of the base strength for a Mid-stage Earth Soul Realm powerhouse.
It was precisely because of this that he had been able to defeat Ghost Qi so easily!
"Commander, what do we do?" a bandit asked in a low voice.
The Young Commander froze, staring fixedly at Hong Yu as gravity and venomous hatred filled his eyes.
He grit his teeth hard. "Damn it, no matter how much of a demon fiend he is, he's still only at the Half-Step Earth Soul Realm. Ghost Qi must have been careless just now. With so many of us attacking together, I refuse to believe we can't kill him."
"Kill!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The several hundred bandits unleashed a heaven-shaking Evil Qi, swarming forward to surround and kill Hong Yu.
Watching the horde of bandits rush toward him like a swarm of locusts and ants, Hong Yu narrowed his eyes. He took a light breath of the cool air, and with a flick of his wrist, a long spear appeared in his hand. He casually rolled his neck, producing a series of CRACKING sounds.
His scarlet tongue licked his dry lips. From within his narrowed eyes, two beams of light shot out like Prajna Thunder.
He stood against the wind, spear in one hand. His long hair danced though there was no breeze, and the hem of his clothes snapped with a "WHAP WHAP" sound, like a battle standard whipping in the wind. The mont the first wave of bandits reached him, he finally moved. With a sudden flick of his long spear, he swept out with a surging, majestic killing intent, and his cold, resolute words echoed across the sky...
"Anyone who harms my brothers will not be spared!"
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