Chapter 73. Enemy (怨讐), and Water (原水) (3)

"Prince!"

Shinmo's face turned urgent.

With a step that shook the heavens, Yanhaozheng rushed forward like a storm, quickly reaching the forefront of the enemy ranks.

His speed was incredible. To close the distance using footwork rather than body techniques was a waste of effort.

The problem was Yanhaozheng's killing intent.

Shinmo had seen this killing intent before. It was the same as when he crushed Leixie Chucheng. But the intensity was incomparable.

If the previous killing intent was a gentle breeze, this one was a gale. If the previous killing intent was a small fire, this one was a flame that could burn down a mountain.

'Dangerous!'

Boom! Boom!

Shinmo, using all his strength to close the distance, finally saw Yanhaozheng's back clearly.

'What?'

Kaboom!

The sound of explosives echoed like thunder.

Shocked, Shinmo involuntarily stopped his footwork.

Crack! Bang! Boom!

Cracks spread in the ground just three inches in front of his feet.

It wasn't due to Shinmo's strength but from the无形的冲击波.

"Everyone, stop! Don't approach!"

The Changying Team quickly halted their footwork.

Shinmo's mouth slowly opened.

"How is this possible?!"

* * *

Above the giant, reminiscent of a Vajra Warrior,

Just before flying high and swinging his axe, Yanhaozheng thought,

Is this really the right way?

The opponent was a master. Not necessarily a supreme master who had transcended the realm of enlightenment, but a master who could easily lead in the lower realms.

This giant was not alone. Two other masters behind him, three zhang away, were also watching with shocked eyes.

With these three, it would be difficult to defeat the head of a major family, but they could capture a representative elder of a major sect.

Yanhaozheng had charged towards such people.

'I can't face them all at once. I must focus on one. I can't use the Divine Chief now. Fortunately, they don't intend to kill me.'

In an instant, he read the surrounding situation, the present, and the future.

Countless possibilities. Despite being unable to control his explosive killing intent when facing a mortal enemy, he was a seasoned veteran who had experienced countless battles.

He read, calculated, and derived. He reviewed the derived answer and adapted it to the situation.

A connection between fiery emotion and cold rationality.

He unleashed his anger as Yanhaozheng and swung his axe as the Black Shadow Emperor.

Bang!

The giant, Minghe, was startled.

'What?'

His muscles were compressed to the extreme, and he had mastered the Linggui Divine Skill, a mystical skill that could make one invincible when perfected.

The Linggui Divine Skill was one of the Four Great Divine Skills left by his ancestors, capable of making one indestructible.

Mingyunzhi, the leader of the Dark Sand Sect, had mastered the Linggui Divine Skill. And Minghe had reached a much higher level than Mingyunzhi due to the depth of the skills he originally mastered.

The Linggui Armor, hardened like steel, was struck by the axe.

The axe blade penetrated more than an inch. Even with a heavy weapon, the impact was unbelievable considering the resistance of the Linggui Armor.

"This guy!"

Whoosh!

Minghe's fist tore through the air.

It was a massive fist. The air seemed to tremble even before it was fully extended.

An unavoidable blow. Yanhaozheng's eyes were filled with the darkness of the north.

Boom!

'What?'

Minghe took a step back.

Not by choice, but out of necessity. His fist felt as if it would break.

"What is this guy?!"

Crack!

As Yanhaozheng landed, a semi-transparent hexagonal armor floated around his body.

Whirr!

A snake-like creature writhed above Yanhaozheng's shoulder.

The Northern Heaven's Twelve Walls, a technique of the Black Tortoise, known for its absolute defense, capable of deflecting cannonballs with internal energy alone.

Minghe's face twisted.

"What are you...?!"

Crack!

There was no need to listen. Yanhaozheng approached with agile movements.

Even without the White Tiger's Dominance, he was fast. His ability to close the distance in an instant was even better than Minghe's.

Minghe, startled, swung his double fists.

Whoom! Whoom!

It was a heavy fist technique, powerful and formidable.

But Yanhaozheng, too, could use heavy techniques. His skill was to deliver a fatal blow with an eighty-jin heavy weapon.

He swung the Beast Axe, or rather, the Beast Killing Axe.

Clang!

The left fist was deflected, and the right fist struck the ground.

Minghe's face showed surprise again.

He had used the Linggui Divine Fist. Even without full power, it had the strength to incapacitate any decent master in one blow.

But it was blocked. A blow that could shatter rocks.

Whoosh! Bang!

A leg as thick as a pillar struck Yanhaozheng's iron shield. Yanhaozheng's body was pushed back.

Minghe's lips trembled slightly.

His leg, extended with a kick, felt considerable pain due to the resistance.

Thud!

Minghe, regaining his stance, asked coldly,

"What are you? To dare challenge the Ming family... Hmm?"

He suddenly realized who this person was.

"Are you that brat Yanhaozheng?"

Yanhaozheng replied coldly,

"Are you all here?"

"......Huh!"

Minghe burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! What a crazy guy! To know us and still rush over to swing an axe?"

His laughter was filled with ease.

Not only that, but the two masters behind him, who had been standing with their arms crossed, also looked relaxed despite the sudden attack.

Killer intent flashed in Minghe's eyes.

"Better for me. I'll break your limbs and send you to the main house."

Breaking limbs.

A phrase he had heard countless times. So often that it had become cliché.

Sssss.

Yanhaozheng felt a fiery killing intent rise within him, making him shudder.

'This is the one.'

This is the one. He was certain.

Not because they practiced the same skills, but because of the old memories. Yanhaozheng remembered the opponent's aura accurately.

He was certain. This one, and the two behind him, were the ones who led the attack on the Yan family.

Shiver.

The axe trembled. Anger, ignoring his cold rationality, infused the axe with terrifying power.

Minghe's face hardened.

"Your killing intent is intense. Even a Black Sand Sect thug can't emit such killing intent. Truly a villain who sees killing as trivial."

"......Do you see killing as trivial?"

Sparks flew from Yanhaozheng's eyes.

"To you, it is."

Flash! Flash!

The blood-red killing intent in his eyes made Minghe's spine chill.

Minghe reached back.

"I'll capture him. You rest."

A middle-aged man with a long sword said,

"Be careful, brother. That guy is not an ordinary fierce beast."

"He's still a beast."

Boom!

Minghe took a powerful step.

A strong stance. A force equal to Yanhaozheng's.

"Come on."

Confident.

Regardless of his character, his stance as a martial artist facing a challenge was dignified and imposing.

Yanhaozheng disliked his confidence.

The confidence of someone who had buried innocent forces under the guise of protecting the family, who had beaten people to death like a thug.

Yanhaozheng, with his axe on his shoulder, spoke.

"What's your name?"

"You're as rude as a thug. I'm Minghe, the elder who put you in the main house's prison. Remember my name."

"Minghe... Minghe..."

Yanhaozheng nodded.

"Remember it."

"Enough talk. Now come... "

Boom!

Yanhaozheng closed the distance in an instant and swung his axe.

A lightning-fast blow. A completely different speed from before.

Yet, Minghe was not flustered. He simply threw a punch at the axe, which was flying so fast it bent the air.

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing echoed.

'What is this guy... '

Minghe was surprised again.

He had felt it in the first clash. The strength was not ordinary. Even he, who was unmatched in strength, had to tense all his muscles to withstand the power.

Yanhaozheng unleashed a storm of attacks.

Clang! Clang!

Fast and powerful.

Each strike was a fatal blow, cutting off the opponent's momentum and preventing follow-up attacks.

Was there another master who could wield such a large and heavy weapon with such speed and precision?

Boom!

Yanhaozheng spat out blood.

The force from the punch that struck the axe blade shook his insides.

Inside the powerful punch was a soft force. Intentionally used, it caused internal injuries upon contact.

But Yanhaozheng did not retreat.

The White Tiger's aura surged, manifesting the battle footwork of infinite advancement.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Strength, and more strength.

Yanhaozheng, charging a short distance, finally unleashed the Tiger King's Nine Walls.

'...!'

Minghe's expression changed.

The attack was on a different level. The axe blade hadn't even touched him, but his skin felt as if it was splitting. It was a terrifying aura.

This was not an attack to be received with moderate force. Minghe unleashed the Linggui Divine Skill to its fullest.

Boom! Bang!

The axe and the fist collided, creating a massive shockwave.

The shockwave swept the surroundings. Not only Minghui and Mingxian, but the entire three hundred White Dragon Army retreated.

If caught in the shockwave, one could suffer internal injuries. For those with lesser skills, it could be fatal. It was that powerful a collision.

The two continued to clash.

Boom!

A battle of strength, a battle of internal energy.

Minghe was strong. Though not agile, his entire body was a weapon. He could deflect an eighty-jin axe and had the power to shatter rocks with a single punch.

Yanhaozheng was no different. Despite his appearance, his strength was innate. He was unmatched in strength.

Boom! Bang!

Yanhaozheng spat out blood again.

Crack!

Minghe's body staggered.

"Ugh."

He had tried to land a blow on the chest with a continuous technique, but the rising axe struck his thigh.

The blow was so powerful that he almost fell. His right thigh swelled up.

Minghe gritted his teeth.

"Brat, show me what you've got!"

Sssss.

Minghe's aura soared to the sky.

The pressure alone was hard to withstand. He was unleashing his full power, pushing the Linggui Divine Skill to its limits.

A terrifying skill. Minghe's true strength. The aura was so overwhelming that even standing in front of him could be fatal for those without martial skills.

At that moment,

"You... "

Yanhaozheng's face showed confusion.

His complexion was pale, and his mouth was covered in blood.

Minghe's thick eyebrows twitched.

'What is it?'

Rumble. Rumble.

Minghe, about to launch an attack, suddenly felt a strange sensation.

'Why is this guy's aura... '

Sssss.

A black aura surged from Yanhaozheng's body.

Surprisingly, his aura became even stronger after being injured. It was unbelievable.

Yanhaozheng was equally surprised.

"What skill have you mastered?"

"What are you talking about!"

Yanhaozheng's face twisted.

"Fake Black Tortoise Skill?"