Chapter 93

"How could he be so strong?"

"Even Li Shixiong, who has reached the eighth level of the Blood Qi Realm, is no match for him."

The disciples of the Wu Yao Hall watched in horror as Chen Zong continued to walk forward. On the side, the eighth-level Blood Qi Realm disciple who had demanded Chen Zong to kneel and kowtow lay in a pool of blood, defeated by just three strikes.

He wasn't dead, only suffering from flesh wounds, but they were not light, requiring at least seven to eight days of rest.

"Let a more powerful senior brother take action. We must defeat him, or our Wu Yao Hall will become a laughingstock to the other halls."

"Right, even if we have to ask a ninth-level Blood Qi Realm senior brother to step in, it's worth it."

Undoubtedly, having a ninth-level Blood Qi Realm disciple step in would be a loss of face, even if Chen Zong were defeated. However, it would be better than letting Chen Zong defeat them and leave calmly.

Chen Zong continued to walk forward, encountering another eighth-level Blood Qi Realm martial artist who tried to block his path. Without a word, Chen Zong quickened his steps, his legs moving as if wrapped in a gust of wind, gliding forward lightly and swiftly. A sword pierced the air, a powerful light condensed on the blade, the sword speed was extremely fast, and the tip of the sword glowed with a fiery red.

The air was filled with a scorched smell, like a white line or a red glow.

Six Transformations of One Sword!

Chen Zong was extremely angry yet very calm, in a peculiar state as if he were observing everything from a higher perspective. Any change was within his grasp. Under this transformation, the eighth-level Blood Qi Realm martial artist found it difficult to resist, unable to even deploy a ranked martial technique before being defeated and knocked to the ground.

"Chen Zong, stop." The chief senior brother of the Wu Yao Hall, Zhan Ying, blocked his path. He recognized Chen Zong from the previous Huanyun Swordsman's lecture.

Chen Zong being personally named by the Huanyun Swordsman was enough to draw everyone's attention.

The person in front of him had a concealed Blood Qi power, but Chen Zong could sense his strength, like the water of a great river, or a furnace emitting a scorching heat.

Ninth-level Blood Qi Realm, also known as the Blood Qi Furnace, was a significant step up from the eighth level. Chen Zong could match and even defeat an eighth-level Blood Qi Realm martial artist, but he might not be able to face a ninth-level one.

But, so what?

In this peculiar state, Chen Zong was filled with unprecedented confidence. Even if the opponent were a Strength Training Realm martial artist, he would not fear a battle.

Step by step, his aura grew more concentrated.

"Chen Zong, I don't want to fight you," Zhan Ying said, his brows furrowed, his tone heavy.

"I came to challenge Bai Xingye," Chen Zong's inner anger burned, but his mind remained calm, not forgetting his purpose.

"Why challenge Bai Xingye?" Zhan Ying asked. The other party looked furious, and there must be more to it than just a challenge. As the chief senior brother of the Wu Yao Hall, he had to get to the bottom of it to give an account to the injured disciples.

"Bai Xingye, under the guise of a challenge, broke the limbs of a seventh-level Blood Qi Realm disciple from the Jian Yao Hall and inflicted internal injuries," Chen Zong said quickly.

"Getting injured during a challenge is normal," Zhan Ying frowned.

"Is it normal for an eighth-level Blood Qi Realm to challenge a seventh-level Blood Qi Realm?" Chen Zong countered.

"Bring Bai Xingye here," Zhan Ying frowned. If what Chen Zong said was true, then his actions were justified.

Challenges were usually between martial artists of the same cultivation level or from a lower level challenging a higher one. For a higher level to challenge a lower one, unless the lower one was recognized as extremely strong, no one would do such a faceless and shameless thing.

Soon, Bai Xingye was brought in.

"Senior Brother." Bai Xingye first bowed to Zhan Ying, then looked at Chen Zong, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Bai Xingye, did you challenge a seventh-level Blood Qi Realm disciple from the Jian Yao Hall, break his limbs, and inflict internal injuries?" Zhan Ying's tone was stern.

As the chief senior brother, he had to protect the disciples of his hall and consider the hall's reputation. The cause and effect of the incident must be clarified.

Challenges were normal and common, but if someone used a challenge to deliberately inflict serious injuries, it was a different matter.

"Senior Brother, that person challenged me, not the other way around," Bai Xingye defended himself.

"Really?" Zhan Ying stared at Bai Xingye, his tone stern.

"Indeed, there are a few people in our Wu Yao Hall who witnessed it and can testify," Bai Xingye said confidently.

"Chen Zong, you heard that. The situation does not match what you said." Zhan Ying's cold gaze fell on Chen Zong's face. "I believe the disciples of our Wu Yao Hall, and you, who did not see it with your own eyes, came to our Wu Yao Hall and injured over a dozen of our disciples. You must give me a clear explanation."

"Bai Xingye, was this done at the behest of Bai Yushan or Bai Yulou?" Chen Zong ignored Zhan Ying, his eyes sharp like a drawn sword, piercing into Bai Xingye's eyes, his tone indifferent, sending a chill down one's spine.

"I don't understand what you're saying," Bai Xingye's expression tightened slightly, then he said.

"Chen Zong, answer me," Zhan Ying said angrily. As the chief senior brother, he had never been ignored like this.

"You believe Bai Xingye, I believe the disciples of the Jian Yao Hall." Chen Zong met Zhan Ying's gaze without fear. "Since that's the case, I challenge Bai Xingye. Bai Xingye, you don't have the courage to accept my challenge."

"Just you, thinking you can challenge me?" Bai Xingye laughed coldly, but inwardly he was delighted. The incident was actually his deliberate provocation to anger Li Zhen Shi, leading to a fight where he could take advantage and severely injure Li Zhen Shi. However, Bai Xingye knew that the real target was Chen Zong.

He was only hesitant due to the reputation of the Huanyun Swordsman, unsure if he had left the Seven Radiant Martial Academy. Now, Chen Zong was challenging him, giving him the perfect opportunity to severely injure Chen Zong. Even if the Huanyun Swordsman found out, he wouldn't say anything, as no one liked those who overestimated their abilities.

"Fine." Zhan Ying stepped back, giving the space to Chen Zong and Bai Xingye.

"Chen Zong, I will break your limbs like I did to your friend, no, even more thoroughly, all four limbs," Bai Xingye said with a cruel smile, his back to Zhan Ying, his eyes fierce.

"Double the return." Chen Zong's expression was indifferent.

"Heh heh heh." Bai Xingye laughed cruelly, then stopped talking. He wore metal gloves with protruding edges, increasing their lethality. His right foot stomped heavily, and he burst forward, his left hand clenched into a fist and pulled back to his waist, then struck out with great force, the air being pushed aside, creating a powerful wind pressure.

Unexpectedly, that was a feint. The real attack was his right hand, like a blade, slashing down at Chen Zong's shoulder, powerful enough to split rock. If hit, the shoulder blade would surely break.

Draw the sword!

The sword light was sharp, like a crescent moon slicing through the sky, cutting toward Bai Xingye's chest. If Bai Xingye insisted on injuring Chen Zong, he would be cut through the chest as well. Human flesh could not withstand a treasure sword.

Chen Zong's steps paused, his body twisted, dodging the sword from below. Unexpectedly, the sword changed again, following Bai Xingye like a shadow.

"Stone-Cleaving Hand!"

"Hand that splits stone!"

Blood Qi power erupted, Bai Xingye's face was fierce, his hand turning red like a blade, his speed increasing, the power even more formidable, creating a shocking air pressure, the wind howling, the air seeming to shatter under the blade-like hand.

Lone Star Shines!

A solitary star, dazzling to the extreme, blinding the eyes, even the chief senior brother Zhan Ying had to squint.

Bai Xingye faced the Lone Star Shines, his eyes almost unable to open, his attention involuntarily distracted, the speed of his hand blade slowing.

The lone star was like a meteor streaking across the sky, extremely fast, directly hitting Bai Xingye's shoulder, piercing through it.

This was just the beginning.

The sword was pulled out, blood spurted, and Chen Zong did not stop, striking again. The sword light crisscrossed, forming a dense net covering Bai Xingye's entire body, cutting wildly.

"Stop!" Zhan Ying's face changed, he leaped into the air like an eagle, his hands like eagle claws, gleaming with a metallic sheen, capable of easily tearing through rock, perhaps even piercing iron.

The martial technique Zhan Ying practiced was called the Great Eagle Claw, one of the most advanced in the upper-class human-grade martial techniques, almost reaching the pinnacle of human-grade techniques, difficult to master, but once mastered, his hands could rival rock and steel, easily tearing through beasts, resisting blades, and containing formidable power, extremely terrifying.

Zhan Ying did not directly attack Chen Zong, but his claws grabbed at the sword light.

At the ninth-level peak of the Blood Qi Realm, his cultivation was high, his strength formidable, and his speed even faster. Chen Zong barely sensed it when the claws had already shattered the layers of sword light, grabbing at the treasure sword.

"Heavenly Light and Cloud Shadows!"

Chen Zong erupted, intense heavenly light and cloud shadows intertwining and spreading, filling the surroundings. Even Zhan Ying could not see clearly, only a white blur, but his senses were not affected, and his claws still grabbed at the sword.

The sword and Zhan Ying's eagle claws collided, producing a metallic sound, the counterforce was significant, almost making Chen Zong lose his grip.

He deftly redirected the force, tightly gripping the treasure sword, pulling it out from the gap between the eagle claws, making Zhan Ying miss. At the same time, Chen Zong's left hand gripped the sword scabbard, once again using Lone Star Shines, striking hard at Bai Xingye's other shoulder.

The sword scabbard was not sharp, unable to pierce through, but the powerful force shattered Bai Xingye's shoulder blade, sending him flying backward, rolling on the ground, his martial robe torn, his silver inner armor shredded, covered in wounds, bleeding profusely, a terrifying and gruesome sight.

Especially with one shoulder pierced and the other shoulder blade shattered, Bai Xingye's arms were almost useless, and without rest, he would not recover.

As for the numerous sword wounds on his body, they were not as severe, but the continuous bleeding could lead to death if not stopped in time.

Bai Xingye, unable to stop the bleeding with his arms, had other Wu Yao Hall disciples quickly come over to sprinkle hemostatic powder on his wounds.

"Chen Zong, you've gone too far," Zhan Ying's face was dark, his eyes filled with anger.

"If I had lost, it would have been even worse," Chen Zong's expression remained unchanged, knowing Bai Xingye had planned this.

"Since it has come to this, there's no point in more words," Zhan Ying was not one to drag things out. "Take three strikes from me, and you can leave."