Chapter 92

（Is it really okay for Xiao Zongzi to do this?）

A single person intimidated the surrounding numerous disciples of the Wu Yao Hall.

Rage surged, waves of anger churned in his chest, compelling him to act and release his fury, but reason held him back. His target was Bai Xingye, not others.

"Don't be too arrogant." A loud shout was followed by a swift figure charging forward like a galloping horse, exuding a formidable aura.

"Wu Changli is here."

"Good, although Senior Brother Wu is still at the seventh level of the Blood Qi Realm, his strength is enough to rival the eighth level."

"Senior Brother Wu, teach him a lesson, let him know that he isn't qualified to cause trouble in our Wu Yao Hall."

"Get out!" Wu Changli swiftly rushed towards Chen Zong, raising his fist like a fully drawn bow, and struck with great force, like an arrow released from the string, extremely fast, with the middle knuckle of his fist protruding like an arrowhead, delivering a powerful single-point attack.

"It's you who should get out." Chen Zong shouted, his anger surging, his Blood Qi power surging like a tide, all the strength flowing to his right arm, his palm slightly red, the center of his palm indented, the Small Dragon Hand technique executed to the extreme, and he struck forward.

With a bang, the moment Chen Zong's palm collided with Wu Changli's fist, the indented center of his palm suddenly thrust forward, the second layer of hidden power erupted, the air shattered with a crack, Wu Changli's arm trembled, he paused, and his left hand followed, striking towards Chen Zong's face.

The sword tip struck, colliding with Wu Changli's left fist, and his right hand again executed the Small Dragon Hand technique, the same two layers of power with the indented palm center, forcing Wu Changli to retreat continuously.

"Impossible!"

"Senior Brother Wu was actually forced back."

"The other party is a disciple of the Sword Radiance Hall, and he hasn't even drawn his sword yet."

For a moment, the numerous disciples of the Wu Yao Hall were surprised and felt ashamed. The Wu Yao Hall disciples were skilled in fist, palm, leg, and finger techniques, while the Sword Radiance Hall disciples were skilled in sword techniques. Now, at the same cultivation level, a capable Wu Yao Hall disciple was being suppressed by a Sword Radiance Hall disciple using palm techniques, and was forced to retreat continuously.

Wu Changli was even more enraged, his face flushed red, his eyes almost bulging.

"Charging Horse Fist."

With a roar, his Blood Qi power suddenly erupted, and he struck with a punch, like a galloping horse, with astonishing power.

A flash of sword light seemed to streak across everyone's eyes, causing them to wince and close their eyes, and the sound of a sword ringing in their ears. When they opened their eyes again, they saw Wu Changli being forced back by a sword.

"Ten Horses Charge!"

Wu Changli again erupted with Blood Qi power, and his fists struck continuously, ten punches in total, each with astonishing power, like ten warhorses charging simultaneously, creating a strong wind pressure, making the sand and dust around Chen Zong roll, with a formidable aura, aiming to trample and crush Chen Zong.

Light Splitting Shadow!

With a single sword strike, the sword light split, changing freely, each strike powerful and sharp, colliding with the horse shadows and disappearing.

Light Without Shadow!

The sword light was dazzling, impossible to look at directly, a single sword strike, with perfect timing and angle, the trajectory flawless, impossible to avoid or resist.

With a burst of power, Wu Changli's chest was split open, the silver inner armor unable to resist, a clear and straight wound appeared, blood gushed out, and he was thrown back several meters.

"Senior Brother Wu is injured."

"Apply the medicine quickly."

"How ruthless."

"I told you, I only want Bai Xingye, it has nothing to do with others." Chen Zong held his sword naturally, a drop of crimson blood dripping from the tip, shocking to see: "But if someone wants to step forward, I won't be lenient."

"I can't stand it anymore, he's too arrogant."

"Neither can I."

Suddenly, two seventh-level Blood Qi Realm disciples charged at Chen Zong from either side.

"No!" Some shouted, trying to stop them.

If it were in another place, especially in a life-and-death battle, teaming up against an enemy would be normal, especially when the enemy is very strong. But here, inside the Seven Radiance Martial Academy, and in the Wu Yao Hall, teaming up against a disciple from another hall would be dishonorable if they won, and even more shameful if they lost.

The two were very impulsive, but the sword light in front of them was cold and sharp, as if it could cut through their throats, making them shudder and sweat, and they dared not charge at Chen Zong anymore.

"I heard someone came to our Wu Yao Hall to cause trouble, who is it?" A rough voice like a bell rang, shaking their eardrums: "Let me, Gao Tong, see."

"Senior Brother Gao is here."

"Senior Brother Gao is stronger than Senior Brother Wu, his palm technique is powerful, he can definitely defeat the other party."

The Wu Yao Hall disciples all showed signs of joy.

A tall and strong figure quickly rushed over, over 1.9 meters tall, very muscular, with arms as thick as a normal person's thighs, dark skin, looking like a standing black bear.

"It's you!" Gao Tong's bull-like eyes glared fiercely at Chen Zong, like a roar, he started running, the ground thudding, the pressure rolling, but it did not affect Chen Zong at all.

At the same cultivation level, Chen Zong had not yet met anyone who could defeat him.

Gao Tong's right hand opened, his palm large and thick, like a grinding stone, striking Chen Zong fiercely, like a black bear attacking with its huge paw.

This was the foundation martial technique Gao Tong practiced as a martial disciple, called Bear Strength Palm, created by observing the movements of black bears.

To practice this palm technique, Gao Tong had once risked watching black bears up close.

With a roar, the power of this palm became even more astonishing, the wind whistling, the pressure making it hard for Chen Zong to breathe.

His wrist trembled, the long sword thrust forward, like a bolt of lightning from the sky, extremely fast, with the interplay of light and shadow, incorporating the subtleties of the Phantom Sword Technique into the Flashing Lightning Sword Technique.

When Chen Zong mastered the Phantom Sword Technique to the True Secret level, it meant he had completely grasped it, with no reservations, so he could add the essence and subtleties of the Phantom Sword Technique to other sword techniques, increasing their power.

The sword is an extension of the arm, longer, and reached Gao Tong's chest before his attack.

"King Bear's Great Strength!"

Gao Tong's Blood Qi power erupted instantly, his tendons and bones crackling, his forearm swelling, his palm expanding, and he struck Chen Zong fiercely, like a large grinding stone falling from above, the pressure making Chen Zong's body sink slightly, as if suddenly carrying a thousand pounds, affecting his movements.

Solitary Star Emerges!

The sword light disappeared, and a star appeared, drawing everyone's attention, including Gao Tong.

The Solitary Star Sword Technique is powerful and difficult to master not only because of its astonishing single-point attack but also because it can attract attention. Imagine, originally intending to attack, but being distracted, weakening the control of the technique, affecting both power and accuracy, unless one has a very strong will, they cannot resist.

By the time Gao Tong reacted, he felt pain in his chest, warm blood flowing out.

The sword was still embedded in his chest, an inch deep, while his palm was still a foot away from Chen Zong, but he dared not strike anymore.

If it were a life-and-death battle, this sword would have already pierced his heart.

"I'll say it again, bring out Bai Xingye." Chen Zong's face was cold and fierce, his eyes burning with anger, his tone sharp and threatening, his anger having reached its limit after being repeatedly obstructed.

"I don't believe that with so many of us, we can't defeat him."

"Right."

"Defeat him."

"Make him leave our Wu Yao Hall."

The other Wu Yao Hall disciples were all enraged, shouting loudly, no longer caring about teaming up, their blood boiling, unable to control themselves.

One by one, the seventh-level Blood Qi Realm Wu Yao Hall disciples charged at Chen Zong, striking with fists, palms, and legs, surrounding him from all sides.

"You... are asking for death!" Chen Zong's anger erupted, he sheathed his sword, and charged forward, the sword light slicing through the air like a crescent moon, each strike sharp, alternating several sword techniques, each carrying the essence and subtleties of the Phantom Sword Technique, impossible to avoid.

"Stop." Gao Tong quickly sprinkled powder on his chest and charged at Chen Zong again, striking with a palm.

"Get out!"

The extremely sharp sword light, like a bolt of lightning tearing through the clouds, struck Gao Tong's chest, the powerful force making him fly back, a new wound appearing on his chest, blood flowing.

In a short while, over a dozen seventh-level Blood Qi Realm Wu Yao Hall disciples lay on the ground, all injured, blood flowing.

"Where does Bai Xingye live?" Chen Zong pressed his sword against the throat of one of them, having struck and injured over a dozen people, his anger partially vented, but his eyes even colder, determined to find him if he didn't come out.

"He lives in the 53rd small courtyard." This disciple felt a chill in his throat, knowing that if he didn't speak, the other party might stab him, so he had to speak for his own life.

"53rd small courtyard." Chen Zong repeated, sheathed his sword, and walked towards the small courtyard area.

The Blood Jade worn close to his body continuously sent pure Blood Qi into Chen Zong's body, quickly restoring the Blood Qi power he had just consumed.

"Go quickly and inform the other senior brothers." Gao Tong, getting up, shouted to those with lighter injuries.

Chen Zong's steps were quick, and with each step, his aura grew stronger, like an invisible flame burning, as if it could burn through the sky.

"I don't know what you want with Bai Xingye, but now, you have injured over a dozen Wu Yao Hall disciples, committing a grave mistake." A person walked over quickly, followed by a group of people.

"Kneel down, kowtow, and apologize, and you can leave the Wu Yao Hall unharmed." This person had the cultivation of the eighth level of the Blood Qi Realm, very self-important.

Under normal circumstances, when a disciple from another hall challenges, a disciple of the same cultivation level should be sent to face him. But since even Wu Changli and Gao Tong, both extraordinary, were not a match, it was estimated that no seventh-level Blood Qi Realm disciple in the entire Wu Yao Hall could defeat him, so an eighth-level Blood Qi Realm disciple had to step in.

Perhaps, this was somewhat shameful, but better than being completely defeated by him.

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