"Damn, such a buzzkill."
At this moment, this group of martial artists, fearless as they were, casually seated themselves on the seats in Youde Garden, seemingly waiting for someone.
"How can these martial artists be so arrogant?"
Barely grasping the preceding events, Boss Cheng could not understand their actions: "This is Kanming City! Aren’t they afraid?!"
In response, Boss Cheng’s nephews were helpless: "Great-grandfather, this isn’t Shenjing... The martial artists outside of Da Chen generally act !"
"If Commander Shu were still here, they would definitely be walking with their tails between their legs, but now..."
A stone flew and hit the young man in the forehead, making him shout ’ah’ and then fall back, unconscious.
"Zhong!" Boss Cheng, upon seeing this, was horrified. He noticed a stone embedded in his grand-nephew’s forehead, which had cracked it open, blood profusely streaming out; although not dead, he was now in shock and unconscious.
Inside Youde Garden, the scar-eyed martial artist leading the grey-clad martial artists withdrew his fingers, somewhat dissatisfied: "What a puny creature, daring to talk about your martial uncle? This is exactly what’s wrong with Di Chen; even ordinary folks dare to defy martial artists!"
"Haha, you Zuohuan Sect weaklings, soft as dough, only good for tricks; how can you even count as martial artists!"
On the other side, the martial artists in blue robes laughed wildly: "One strike can’t even kill a regular person; damn, you’re weak!"
The bald martial artist in blue robes, tears streaming from laughter, added: "Thousand Illusions Finger? More like Thousand Worms Finger. Hell, my dick gets harder faster than your fingers can strike, hahaha!"
Being mocked, ordinary people would lose their composure, let alone these apparently ferocious Zuohuan Sect martial artists?
The scar-eyed martial artist furiously turned his head, veins bulging on his neck, "You mother-raised curs, you Huangyang Sect types, being called dogs behind your backs doesn’t bother you, does it? Truly a pack of good dogs!"
"Ha, listen." The bald martial artist didn’t take those words to heart but turned to his companions and laughed: "A dog is talking."
Dust Li Five Sects. The grey-clad are from Mei Yu Mountain’s Zuohuan Sect. The blue-clad are from Hong Fu Mountain’s Huangyang Sect.
In Da Chen, the state embodies the Heavenly Ancestor, ruling over sects with supreme national law and authority.
Outside Da Chen, Sects govern their territories and nations, valuing martial prowess above all.
Each of these sect martial artists, each with Inner Breath like Tide or even Inner Strength realms, all bearing a Fate Pattern, could fight ten on the battlefield, break formations when gathered, and easily rip apart lions and tigers. No matter how you put it, their martial arts cultivation was far beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Under sect rule, with their power, not to mention being respected, passersby, upon seeing them, would act reverent to their faces; accustomed to such arrogance, they would certainly punish anyone who gossiped about them, or even go as far as killing them.
This was the ’law’ outside Da Chen!
"It seems that before we find that young man from the Bright Mirror Sect today, we need to slaughter this bunch from Hong Fu Mountain first."
Provoked to this extent, the scar-eyed martial artist’s rage cooled momentarily as he waved his hand, signaling the Zuohuan martial artists to stand, drawing the swords at their waists, facing the Huangyang Sect martial artists who also shed their frivolous demeanor and revealed fierce gazes: "Higher-ups said we were to join forces to find someone, but truthfully, I can’t stand you lot, just like those nouveau riche from the Bright Mirror Sect!"
"So bold in speech, since when can mere Zuohuan Sect compared themselves with our Huangyang Sect."
Under the bald martial artist’s lead, the blue-robed martial artists also drew their weapons.
The two groups faced off, and in no time, Youde Garden filled with a dangerously tense atmosphere.
The air overflowed with the aura of swords and weapons—so much so that even the insects in the corners flipped over, evidently stunned or killed by the overwhelming Inner Strength unleashed by the numerous martial artists!
Insects , humans couldn’t be the exception; a dozen martial artists formed a battle formation, grappling with each other, and the people hiding in their homes in the surrounding streets and buildings also ran out, screaming; they felt their heartbeats accelerate madly, their bodies frantically urging them to flee the dangerous area.
At the drop of a hat, they would kill; at the slightest confrontation, they fought... living a life of immediate retribution and clear convictions.
This was the action model for almost all martial artists above the Embracing the Void lands!
Zuohuan Sect and Huangyang Sect had long harbored resentment toward each other, and now, paths crossing in a narrow alley, both sides’ ferocity had been triggered, and it was necessary to use bloodshed to ascertain the true merit between life and death!
But just as the two sides faced off and were about to throw punches...
A blast as startling as thunder erupted, and a massive force fiercely kicked open the tightly shut doors of Youde Garden. The door panels flew off, the gloomy and dangerous atmosphere was disrupted, and a scorching wind carrying sharp Golden Qi surged into the hall.
Every martial artist from both Zuohuan Sect and Huangyang Sect lifted their heads, looking toward the entrance.
A handsome young man, whose age did not even require his hair to be tied up, stood emotionlessly at the doorstep.
His long hair was tied back, and now fluttered autonomously without any wind, along with the sleeves of his robe, all stirred by his vigorous Inner Breath. He held a pair of purple-gold Long Maces in his hands.
An Jing glanced over the courtyard and hall once. Bodies, death. The maids who had once served him dishes and the martial artists he had chatted with were all deprived of life, lying on the ground.
They were bewildered, they had no idea why they died.
This was the power of a martial artist, the one Head Constable Wang had once feared, "With a single murderous intention, an entire street could be wiped clean."
He was right. The young man narrowed his eyes, his desire to kill growing fiercer.
To treat lives like grass, to slaughter at will... this was what the struggle among martial artists looked like without the laws of Da Chen.
Everything in front of him was the common evil of the world of Embracing the Void Martial Arts.
But soon, something extraordinary was about to happen.
Seeing someone causing a disturbance, a martial artist from the Huangyang Sect casually pulled a flying knife from his bosom and, without a second thought, hurled it at An Jing.
The speed of the flying knife tore through the air, bursting with Thunder Sound. This technique of throwing was indeed the Outer Sect Cultivation Technique of Huangyang Sect ’Horizontally Crossing a Thousand Waves’, and had been cultivated to a considerable level. The person who threw the knife was clearly aiming to kill.
But, the murderous flying knife, as it reached the young man’s side, was deflected by his clothes soaked with Taibai Fiend Qi, and the blade shattered. In that instant, even the leading martial artists from both Sects shifted their gaze from each other to An Jing, eyes filled with shock, "Inner Strength at this age?"
"Hey, kid, who are you?"
Having a conjecture in mind, a martial artist in grey from the Zuohuan Sect could barely contain his delight, "Could it be, you are that Jing Xuan..."
"That’s him!" exclaimed a martial artist in blue from the Huangyang Sect, pulling out a portrait from his bosom, joyfully saying, "He is Jing Xuan!"
Suddenly, the formation of martial artists burst into motion, stirred up, "Ha, to think he would come to us without any effort on our part!"
But An Jing wasn’t listening to what they were saying nor did he care that both groups seemed to be after the identity ’Jing Xuan’.
"Ha." He surveyed the people around him and said softly, "The corpses are speaking."
Before his words even faded, a dazzling golden light suddenly flashed.
An Jing stepped forward, the ground cracked open in layers, he leaped up violently, and with a mace, he smashed down at the scar-eyed martial artist who was closest to him!
"What, this power?!" The scar-eyed martial artist was not weak either. Faced with this fierce, fire-like assault, his right hand, which had been clutching the hilt of his knife, reacted instinctively, snatching it up in a flash, attempting to block the incoming attack!
But halfway through his move, he realized his mistake.
For An Jing’s speed was faster than he had imagined!
An Jing charged like lightning, far surpassing the speed of an ordinary Inner Strength martial artist—his velocity was multiples faster!
The Blood-Patterned Long Knife had barely been raised when the purple-gold Long Mace thunderously smashed down; this blunt weapon, unexpectedly imbued with a layer of sharp Evil Qi, sliced through his well-forged, repeatedly tempered Blood-Patterned Steel Knife like cutting paper, shattering it.
With a resounding clang, the Long Mace smashed the shoulder bone, broke the ribs and the spine, and finally split the scar-eyed martial artist from right to left...