Originally, Young Clan Lord Murong's side had brought a large hunting party. Facing Jiang Chen and his mere two companions, they were firmly in the superior position.
But in an instant, the situation reversed entirely. Those who had been in the upper hand suddenly found themselves at a disadvantage — an absolute one at that.
Young Master Ji San's cultivation was formidable; he was a genius at the half-step Imperial Realm. He advanced toward Murong Qiu step by step, and with each pace he closed, another bead of sweat appeared on Murong Qiu's forehead.
Uncle Hunchback stared at Young Master Ji San like a beast guarding its young, eyes blazing red.
"Old Hunchback, don't do anything rash. If you want a fight, Old Mo will keep you company." Commander Mo let out an eerie laugh, tapped his feet off the ground, drew a circle with one palm, and slapped it straight toward Uncle Hunchback.
Between Imperial Realm powerhouses, even the simplest move — however plain it appeared — contained devastating force.
It was the kind of power that could shift heaven and earth, that could shake mountains and rivers.
Uncle Hunchback dared not be careless. He bellowed, "Protect the Young Clan Lord!"
As he spoke, his hands crossed like a millstone turning, deflecting Commander Mo's palm strike through continuous redirection. When such experts clashed, the result was anything but ordinary.
What looked like close-quarters combat was in fact a series of collisions between their Imperial Realm Domains.
Imperial Realm against Imperial Realm — each side roughly understood the other's strength. There was no need to fully unleash their domains right from the start.
After all, the fallout from a full domain collision would be enormous, and the bystanders nearby would inevitably be caught up in it.
But even without fully activating his Imperial Realm Domain, Commander Mo's tentative probe alone was extraordinary. The people around them could barely keep their feet.
Commander Zhang stumbled backward, staggering as he was blown away.
The powerful Imperial Realm gale was so fierce that he simply could not stand.
Jiang Chen, on the other hand, gently shielded Huang'er behind him and retreated a few steps with composure.
Huang'er giggled: "Brother Chen, it's fine. This little bit of wind can't hurt Huang'er."
Though she couldn't use her spiritual sense, Huang'er hailed from the Myriad Abyss Island, and her true strength was unfathomably deep — how could a mere gust of wind knock her over?
The Murong Grand Clan's strength had always been second-rate among the Twenty-Eight Grand Clans, nowhere near the level of the first-ranked Panlong Grand Clan.
Moreover, the men they had brought this time were not their elite forces.
Young Master Ji San, upon hearing that Jiang Chen was in trouble, had brought only his finest.
So before this fight had even begun, it was practically a one-sided affair.
Watching his surrounding guards one by one get thrown to the ground by the fierce and ferocious Panlong Personal Guards, Young Clan Lord Murong Qiu's face turned pale.
"Ji San, don't push people too far!" Murong Qiu shouted. "We're both sons of grand clans — what can you do to me? Kill me? Before the Seven Great Emperors, your Panlong Grand Clan won't be able to explain that away!"
Though terrified, Murong Qiu was defiant. He did not beg for mercy, but instead tried to corner Young Master Ji San with his words.
Young Master Ji San let out a strange laugh: "Killing you would be no different from killing a dog. But today, I'm only planning to teach you how to behave."
With that, he stepped forward and was already standing before Murong Qiu.
His arm swept out, and a fist hammered toward Murong Qiu.
Murong Qiu was, after all, at the seventh level of the Saint Realm, and his strength was no empty boast. Gritting his teeth, he slapped the silver ring in his hand, transforming it into waves of deadly silver rings, razor-sharp, slashing toward Young Master Ji San from every direction.
These Slaughter Silver Rings could expand and contract at will — a lethal weapon of devastating precision.
But Young Master Ji San was a half-step Imperial Realm genius, a cut above even the former Cao Jin. Facing these Slaughter Silver Rings, not only did he show no fear, he treated them like a juggling act — his sleeve swept around, his arm spinning and weaving, catching each ring out of the air one by one.
Seeing his Slaughter Silver Rings so effortlessly countered, Murong Qiu was horrified and leaped toward Uncle Hunchback.
Young Master Ji San chuckled and delivered a kick straight to Murong Qiu's backside.
The kick was placed with surgical precision, landing squarely on Murong Qiu.
With a scream, Murong Qiu's body soared into the air, then smashed into the ground like a lump of wet mud.
Young Master Ji San walked forward two steps and planted his foot on Murong Qiu's face: "I hear you wanted to pull out my brother's tongue? Now, shouldn't it be my turn to pull out yours?"
He ground his foot with hidden force against Murong Qiu's cheek.
Crack, crack, crack — half of Murong Qiu's molars shattered on the spot, blood and saliva leaking wretchedly from the corner of his mouth.
Murong Qiu's face was twisted with fury: "Ji San, if you've got the guts, kill me!"
Jiang Chen had originally been prepared to fight to the death. Seeing that Young Master Ji San and Commander Mo had arrived, he abandoned the idea of making a move. Watching Murong Qiu being subdued by Young Master Ji San, he walked over as well.