Before the scarred man could make another move,
Another muffled thud rang out as the scarred man was sent flying, spinning through the air several times before slamming heavily into the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.
He was a Third-Stage Saint King. If his junior brother hadn't been injured by his own hand first, causing his mind to waver, he wouldn't have gone down so easily to
But his momentary lapse had given
All of this happened in the span of a heartbeat. From the moment the First-Stage Saint King cultivator lunged at
The other cultivators who had been covertly watching the commotion were visibly shaken, disbelief etched across every face.
A First-Stage Saint King had just sent a Third-Stage Saint King flying with a single punch? Even if the latter had been slightly careless, he shouldn't have gone down that easily!
"Which family is this kid from? He's this fierce?"
"Good thing I didn't go over there just now, or I'd probably end up like Yin Jianzhong."
"This kid's done for. He might look tough, but punching Yin Jianzhong in front of all those Green Sparrow Gate disciples? He's completely lost his mind—and his whole family is done for!"
Whispers rippled through the various teams.
Nearly thirty Green Sparrow Gate disciples had risen to their feet, their expressions turning cold as they glared at
Among the Green Sparrow Gate members, the only leader present—a Return to Void Stage Two elder—watched with a dark expression. He held himself above the fray on account of his status, but he made no effort to restrain his disciples' agitation either.
He clearly intended to let them teach
In the blink of an eye,
The scarred man called Yin Jianzhong struggled to his feet, his face still carrying a look of disbelief. He clearly hadn't expected to suffer such a devastating loss at
Meanwhile, the First-Stage Saint King cultivator whose arm
"Don't any of you move!" Yin Jianzhong barked, stopping his fellow disciples from mobbing
Such humiliation could only be washed away with his own hands if he wanted to save face.
"You've got quite the balls, kid. I tried to do business with you properly, and when you refused, that should have been the end of it. But you dared to launch a sneak attack." Yin Jianzhong rolled his neck, attributing his loss not to inferior skill but to
Hearing this, many people showed expressions of sudden understanding, thinking that Yin Jianzhong had indeed been ambushed—which explained the swollen eye. That made sense.
"Business?"
A flicker of discomfort crossed Yin Jianzhong's face, and he dropped the matter. He snorted coldly. "Enough nonsense, kid. You dared to hurt my junior brother—today I'll make sure you pay for it!"
As he spoke, Saint King energy surged through his body, and a ruler-shaped Artifact materialized in his hand.
A disciple of some minor family, without even an elder to lead him—Yin Jianzhong could kill him right here and face nothing more than a fine of Saint Crystals afterward. Perhaps he wouldn't even need to pay at all.
He didn't take whatever power lay behind
But before he could strike, a burst of loud laughter suddenly carried from the distance, growing closer by the second: "How interesting. Wei was only gone for a moment, and someone's already bullying the
"
The nearly thirty Green Sparrow Gate disciples surrounding
Not far away, Wei Guchang strode forward, shrouded in a cloak of black mist. In his hand, he casually tossed a pitch-black energy sphere as though it were a solid object. Within that sphere lurked an overwhelming and terrifying power.
An almost suffocating pressure radiated from his body, making every Green Sparrow Gate disciple's face turn ghastly pale.