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Fire blazed skyward and ice rolled through the air. Once the dust settled, Gong Wenshan stood in place without a scratch on him — the golden glow enveloping his body didn't even show a single crack.
He regarded Wu Chang with mockery. "I told you — the restriction is under my control now. Still haven't figured that out? Truly foolish!"
Wu Chang's expression shifted several times, looking utterly wretched.
The martial artists outside who hadn't yet entered the Years Divine Temple were all stunned by the bizarre scene. On one hand, they admired Gong Wenshan's audacity, daring to offend a monster like Wu Chang. On the other, they were shaken by Wu Chang's power. If that terrifying strike had landed in the crowd just now, few would have survived.
When two powerhouses clashed, bystanders were bound to get caught in the crossfire. So after recovering their wits, everyone activated their movement techniques and rushed through the crack toward the interior of the Years Divine Temple.
"If I can't get in, none of you are getting in either!" Wu Chang roared suddenly. With a mentality of hurting others without helping himself, he unleashed his ultimate move.
He reached out with both hands as though pulling two Artifacts from the void itself — one a saber, one a sword, both at the high Dao Source grade. The saber's blade was crimson as flame, the sword's edge pristine white. With a surge of Source power, both weapons struck simultaneously, carving a cross-shaped blast of energy downward.
"Ah—get out of the way!"
"This is bad, Wu Chang has lost his mind!"
"What—what is going on?!"
Everyone paled with fright and scattered in every direction.
But Wu Chang's attack came without any warning, and given his terrifying strength, even though everyone tried to dodge, some couldn't escape in time and were struck head-on by the cross-shaped blast.
BOOM—
The flat ground before the hall was blown into a massive crater. Blood and severed limbs flew through the air, and a swath of people were killed or wounded in an instant. Five or six died on the spot, and over ten more were injured.
Yang Kai dodged quickly enough to come away unscathed. Bian Yuqing and Kou Wu, however, had sustained minor injuries. The shock had barely begun to fade from their faces, which were still pale with horror.
Facing all of this, Gong Wenshan merely stood in place, calm as ever. He hadn't used the restriction's power to shield anyone, nor had he moved to block Wu Chang's attack. But after Wu Chang launched that strike, he couldn't help but grin — the look of a man whose scheme had worked perfectly.
"Wu Chang, have you lost your mind? We never provoked you! What's the meaning of this?"
"Exactly — you at least come from a major Sect like Tianwu Holy Land. Surely you understand that grievances have their source and debts their creditor. It's not like we're the ones keeping you out, so why take it out on us?"
"Yeah, Wu Chang, don't push it. Whoever's keeping you out — go deal with them. Attacking us doesn't make you a hero!"
Among the group of martial artists who had narrowly survived, several were shouting indignantly, their faces flushed with anger.
"That's enough. You two aren't going in either." Gong Wenshan suddenly pointed at the two martial artists who had been shouting about grievances and creditors, speaking flatly.
The two men's faces collapsed at once, looking as ugly as could be.
"Brother Gong, that's not what I meant... Please be the bigger man, don't hold it against me..."
"Yeah, Brother Gong, Master Gong — just let me in!"
The two of them immediately softened and began begging for mercy.
Gong Wenshan didn't even acknowledge them.
"Brother Wu Chang..." The martial artist named Jing Li suddenly adopted a solemn expression and cupped his fists toward the sky. "My Renwu Sect is, after all, an affiliate of Tianwu Holy Land. Others may not enter — but there should be no problem with me going in?"
Wu Chang said nothing.
Jing Li nodded. "Thank you!"
With that, he charged straight toward the Years Divine Temple. But just as he was about to step through the entrance, Wu Chang struck again — a beam of sword energy slammed down, striking the ground right in front of Jing Li and nearly splitting him in two.
"Brother Wu Chang, what's the meaning of this?" Jing Li's forehead was drenched in sweat as he couldn't help but look up and ask.
Before Wu Chang could answer, his expression suddenly turned cold. He roared downward: "I told you — if I can't get in, none of you are getting in either."
As he spoke, the saber and sword in his hands crossed once more. Channeled Source power surged forward as he thrust them downward.
A sky-rending blast of energy erupted — a cross-shaped soul-searing chain that seemed to slice through space itself — hurtling toward a figure that was rapidly approaching the entrance.
After launching that strike, Wu Chang stood in place, calm and composed. "Those who ignore my warning," he said coolly, "have only death to look forward to."