Chapter 48

"Senior Brother Pang, Senior Sister Chu, cough, cough, kill this villain, we must not let him run rampant in the Xuan Yun Sect, or else how will we save face if this gets out?"

Chen Mingluo spat out a mouthful of blood, a flash of venomous resentment in his eyes. With the force of that kick, his cultivation, which was originally on the verge of breaking through to the True Forging Realm within a year, would now take at least two to three years to recover.

For a martial artist, cultivation surpasses everything. This act was no less than the murder of one's father or the theft of one's wife, how could he not be filled with hatred?

"Yes, you heard Senior Brother Zhang. Sister Qiu was injured by this kind of person, and you all heard about it back then. It even enraged Senior Brother Qiu. There's no mistake, if this person isn't eliminated, he will surely become a disaster for the sect!"

Although Yang Songmo wasn't as badly injured, he used his arm to block the blow to his neck at the last moment, but his arm was still broken by Li Chen's strange strength.

His chest was boiling with blood, and he had already suffered serious internal injuries. Although it didn't damage his foundation, it would definitely hinder his martial arts progress, making him hate Li Chen to the point of wanting to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

Seeing the two of them, pale-faced, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths, and in a wretched state, Pang Wenshan and Chu Ziyun exchanged glances, both seeing the difficulty in each other's eyes.

If it weren't for the two of them ambushing, they wouldn't have suffered such injuries. Moreover, they had fought the wolf pack together in the past, making it hard for them to decide to join forces to attack Li Chen.

However, the two had a point. Li Chen had committed murder and stolen treasures, and he had also forcibly taken a demonic pet from Chu Ziyun's courtyard. These were established facts.

Such a person, who behaves without restraint and acts without considering the consequences, even if he has excellent talent, will not become a pillar of the sect in the future, but will only bring disaster to the sect.

Clang, clang, clang!

As the two were hesitating, the battle in the courtyard changed again. The swirling dust suddenly burst out, spreading in all directions, revealing the situation inside.

The originally flat blue stone ground was now pitted and scarred, with deep slashes, whether from sword cuts or the force of punches.

Zhang Chulong, dressed in purple, stood with his sword, a clear fist mark on his left shoulder blade. His torn clothes fluttered, revealing the purple-red flesh underneath, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating a light injury.

In contrast, Li Chen had four sword marks on his upper body, none of which were vital points, but without the inner armor, he probably wouldn't be in much better shape.

Especially on his left hand, a blood hole was oozing fresh red blood, dripping onto the ground and stirring up dust.

"You are very strong, beyond my expectations. But your inner breath hasn't been converted to true qi yet. If you can withstand this sword strike, today's matter will be over!"

Zhang Chulong calmed his mind, holding his sword in front of his chest in a strange posture, calm but heavy, like dark clouds before a storm, brewing a fierce thunder.

"Hmph!"

Li Chen sneered coldly, suddenly clenching his fists, his joints cracking. He lowered his waist and stood firm, preparing to meet this most ferocious attack.

With all his strength, his aura suddenly soared, emitting an indescribable momentum, stirring up a fierce wind that scattered the surrounding sand and dust.

Both were poised to attack, one a True Forging Realm martial artist, the other a 'freak' who was no less formidable. Their auras reached their peak.

If someone were to interfere at this moment, they would surely be caught in the combined momentum of the two, and the Ninth Layer Realm martial artists in the courtyard would not be able to withstand the impact of the two powerful figures.

Even the auras of the two made their chests feel oppressed, making it difficult to move, let alone attack.

Just as the auras reached their peak and the two were about to deliver the final blow, a gray figure suddenly darted in from outside the courtyard, right between them.

"Die!"

"Kill!"

Two completely different shouts rang out almost the moment the figure appeared. Endless sword light and fierce storm-like fist energy fiercely struck the person.

"Heh!"

The newcomer laughed, his hands suddenly circling. Golden true qi burst from his right hand.

As his fingers moved, the spirit-grade sword in Zhang Chulong's hand, capable of cutting through metal and stone, moved like a child's toy, completely losing its killing power.

In his left palm, with a circle and a pull, the fierce energy from Li Chen's fist, capable of splitting mountains and rocks, was visibly diluted and dissipated, as the newcomer grabbed his wrist.

Clang!

In an instant, the newcomer's right index finger lightly flicked, causing the sword to vibrate and bend. Zhang Chulong felt a powerful force, and his body involuntarily flew backward.

Fortunately, the newcomer held back and didn't knock the sword out of his hand, sparing him from embarrassment.

"Hmm, interesting!"

As the newcomer's left hand circled, Li Chen's body was drawn closer to him. Just as he was about to collide with the newcomer's shoulder, his eyes flashed with fierce light, and his ability to adapt, honed in the ancient mountains, reached its peak.

"Open up!"

His right fist suddenly exerted force, the clothes on his arm tearing with a rip, and a blueish-white energy burst forth, breaking free from the newcomer's grip.

Using the force of the pull, Li Chen's feet moved swiftly, his body like a swift leopard, both fists striking out, one high and one low, aiming for the newcomer's throat and abdomen, like the fangs of a fierce beast.

The fierce fist energy, sharp fist qi, and trembling muscles gave Li Chen an indescribable aura, making him seem like a fierce beast emerging from a hurricane, ready to devour its prey.

"Actually cultivated fist momentum!"

The newcomer's eyes lit up, unhurriedly extending his palm and bending his left arm, his waist suddenly sinking.

Crack!

Golden light flashed, and Li Chen's powerful right fist was firmly grasped by the newcomer. His left fist struck the newcomer's elbow, and the qi was visibly scattered by the impact.

"Hmm, quite a bit of strength!"

The newcomer's body only slightly swayed, his left hand gripping Li Chen's right fist and thrusting forward.

Bang!

Dust flew everywhere, and Li Chen's slender body was thrown to the ground like a rag doll, groaning in pain. He was clearly badly injured, but he didn't spit out blood, indicating that the newcomer hadn't used full force.

Whoosh!

Squeak!

Seeing Li Chen in danger, the branches of the ancient tree in the courtyard shook violently. Two gray figures, one high and one low, darted straight at the gray-clad man.

"Good, a first-stage demonic beast with a protective heart!"

The gray-clad man remained calm, raising his right hand.

"Come back!"

Li Chen rolled to the side, shouting fiercely.

Even with all his strength, he couldn't withstand a single move. How could Lei Peng and Little Monkey be any match?

Lei Peng and Little Monkey hesitated for a moment, one circling and the other turning, finally landing beside Li Chen, staring intently at the gray-clad man, their eyes flashing with the unique ferocity of demonic beasts, mirroring the aura Li Chen had when he attacked.

"Greetings, Head of the Courtyard!"

The wind stirred by the two demonic beasts scattered the dust, and the disciples, recognizing the newcomer, were all shocked, immediately bowing with utmost respect.

Even the arrogant Zhang Chulong bowed with his sword, the identity of the newcomer now clear.