Chapter 92

"Is it a flying spirit artifact? Oh my God, it's a flying spirit artifact! How can these people all have flying spirit artifacts? What is their background?" someone in the crowd exclaimed in shock.

"I don't know. I heard from people outside that they all seem to come from the great families in the capital. Otherwise, the elders wouldn't be so polite to them... That flying spirit artifact is no small matter. Even the City Lord's residence doesn't seem to have one!"

"Only the disciples of major sects or large families can have flying spirit artifacts. Even in major sects, not just any disciple can have one..."

The four elders of the Shen family were almost in tears. It wasn't that they were afraid these people were more powerful than them; the key was that they couldn't afford to offend any of them!

As for Yin Kuang and the others, they had already revealed their identities at the gate, and any one of them could sweep through the Shen family.

As for Xue Dang, though her background was unknown, she had been in Tianfeng City for a few years, and even City Lord Ye Xiao treated her with utmost respect, not daring to make her the slightest bit unhappy.

With these few people of significant background blocking the way, the entire Shen family could only watch helplessly as those few were beaten to a pulp by Shen Lang!

"Alas..."

The Great Elder sighed deeply and silently walked back.

The already aged figure suddenly became even more hunched.

The scene below was just as these old men had guessed. The few people were completely in a position to be beaten, unable to even escape.

...

Shen Lang kneed Shen Fengxiao, breaking several of his ribs. Then, his body spun in the air, and he kicked back with his right foot, striking Shen Fengxiao's shoulder. Using the force of this kick, he floated back lightly.

Shen Fengxiao, spitting blood, flew backward, his condition unbearable to look at.

"Eight Desolate Divine Fist, Stabilize the Eight Desolates!"

Shen Fengkuang, his eyes bloodshot, roared as he launched a full-power attack while Shen Lang was still in the air.

At this point, he was already terrified and didn't hope to injure Shen Lang with one punch. He only hoped that this punch would threaten Shen Lang, giving him a chance to escape.

However, as soon as his roar ended, a black shadow flashed before his eyes, and his wrist was grabbed.

"How is this possible!"

"Meet hardness with softness, meet softness with hardness!"

Shen Lang lightly shouted, his wrist moving, and a gentle force redirected Shen Fengkuang's punch, striking Shen Jian, who was attacking from the other side. Shen Jian spat blood and retreated several steps.

"We'll fight to the death with him!"

Shen Wubing roared and turned to attack.

The other two seemed to know they couldn't escape either, their faces showing a fierce expression as they attacked simultaneously.

After fighting with Shen Lang for a long time, they finally began this kind of close combat!

"Use the force of others to control their bodies!"

Shen Lang, standing in the middle of the four, faced attacks from all sides but handled them with ease. His body moved quickly in the narrow space, his hands either grabbing or guiding, gracefully deflecting the attacks of the three.

"Strike the eyebrows with the first move!"

Shen Lang's left hand, with two fingers, aimed at Shen Wubing's eyes. Shen Wubing was startled and instinctively raised his hands to protect his eyes.

"Strike the philtrum with the second move!"

Shen Lang retracted his fingers and punched Shen Wubing's philtrum, making him groan.

"Strike the ear with the third move!"

Shen Jian, still bleeding from the corner of his mouth, faced Shen Lang. His palm strike was deflected by a kick to the wrist. Just as he was about to retreat, Shen Lang struck his cheeks and jaw with both palms, making him feel as if struck by lightning, his face showing pain.

"Strike the spine with the fourth move!"

Shen Lang sidestepped and kicked the back of Shen Fengkuang's knee, making him kneel on one knee. Then, he punched Shen Fengkuang's spine.

This area, known as the "scapular seam," is located on the inner and outer edges of the shoulder blade. Shen Lang's punch immediately rendered Shen Fengkuang's upper limbs immobile, his arms hanging limp.

"Strike the chest with the fifth move!"

"Strike the groin with the sixth move!"

"Strike the knee with the seventh move!"

Shen Lang shouted and executed each move, using both fists and feet. His punches were like the wind, and his kicks were like lightning. The three, already severely injured, could not keep up with Shen Lang's speed and were like being caught in a huge vortex, unable to escape no matter what.

"Strike the shin with the eighth move!" Shen Lang stood straight and kicked the shins of Shen Wubing and the others.

"Ah!" The three screamed in pain, kneeling on one knee and clutching their shins.

At this moment, Shen Lang leaped into the air.

"What is he doing?" The three, holding their shins in pain, looked up in surprise.

"Water Dragon Roar, Battle Dragon in the Wilderness!"

Shen Lang, head down and feet up, struck the middle of the three with a palm, and a water dragon surrounded by lightning roared out!

"Run, quickly!" The three, terrified, forgot their pain and tried to escape, rolling and crawling.

"Boom!"

A loud explosion echoed, followed by three screams. Shen Fengkuang and the others were thrown far off the already destroyed arena, their limbs flailing.

The training ground fell silent. The Shen family members were pale, unable to speak.

The five strongest of the current generation of the Shen family were beaten to a pulp by Shen Lang, whom they considered a waste, in a short time...

Faced with Shen Lang's ruthless and decisive actions, no one dared to speak up.

"They are all severely injured. Without good medicinal pills, they won't be able to get out of bed for one or two months. This means they won't be able to participate in the martial arts competition held by the City Lord's residence."

"I heard that under Shen Haoxuan's leadership, the Shen family's business has been doing better and better in recent years. I don't think you lack the money. Spend more to buy good medicinal pills. By the way, I forgot to tell you, I will inform the Treasure Gathering Pavilion to take good care of the Shen family. Any medicinal pills purchased by the Shen family will be twice the price. After all, you're not short of money."

Shen Lang said this while walking out of the rubble, his expression as indifferent as ever.

But his words immediately caused another uproar. At this moment, everyone realized the consequences of this battle.

"Shen Lang, what do you want!" Shen Haoxuan shouted hysterically.

This martial arts competition held by the City Lord's residence was not like the usual ones. It was said that major sects were selecting disciples. Shen Lang had severely injured the strongest disciples of the Shen family. If they couldn't be healed in a short time, the Shen family would miss this grand event.

But to heal them in a short time would require a significant cost, and Shen Lang openly declared that the Treasure Gathering Pavilion would suppress them!

Shen Lang laughed lightly and said something that made the entire Shen family feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar: "Not much. When you wanted to expel my father from the Shen family, I am now using your methods to expel the Shen family from Tianfeng City."

"Using your methods to treat you..." Shen Haoxuan sighed in despair and collapsed into his chair.

Shen Lang slowly walked past Shen Fengxiao, who was still struggling on the ground.

He glanced at him and sneered, "Genius? Ha, what a genius! You are just a bunch of chickens and dogs, daring to call yourselves geniuses? The Zichu Empire is vast, but compared to the entire Star Continent, it is just a grain of sand in the sea. Reflect on yourselves, do you really deserve the title of 'genius'? True geniuses or strong people do not insult others. Those who insult others will always be insulted in return! The Star Continent is home to countless races and sects. To become a true strong person, you must first correct your attitude! Calling me a waste, aren't you saying that you are even worse than waste?"

"Go back and reflect on yourselves!"

Shen Lang's words echoed in the training ground, and his straight, spear-like figure grew more distant.

That figure, lacking the previous overwhelming aura, instead appeared lonely and unrestrained...