Chapter 9

Thud thud…

The torn body hit the ground, blood splattered, and the stench of blood filled the air.

The people who were chatting and laughing suddenly stopped, each one of them staring in horror at the scene.

"Ah…"

A woman, brought by one of the men, let out a terrified scream.

"Wow…"

Some had never seen such a bloody scene and vomited everything they had eaten at the banquet.

Wang Ying was also startled, his face changing in shock.

"How is this possible? Just now, what martial art was that? It actually tore Liu Wu to pieces with one claw!"

"Is this kid really a waste? The rumors about the Xiang family must be false."

"Look at his hands, he has such sharp claws. Is he even human? This kid is a demon, not a human!"

The young men present were in an uproar, taking a few steps back, their eyes filled with horror as they looked at Xiang Chen, all of them stunned by his move.

Wang Ying, holding Ye Rou, also took a few steps back.

Xiang Chen walked towards Wang Ying, his eyes cold and filled with killing intent, a terrifying and demonic aura surrounding him.

"Let my sister go, or you will die today!"

Xiang Chen said coldly, the servants were already scared stiff, each one of them stepping back in horror.

"Brat…" Wang Ying's face was ugly. Although he was stunned by Xiang Chen's move, he couldn't back down with so many people watching.

"Wang Ping, go and kill him!"

Wang Ying shouted at one of his lackeys.

Wang Ping, a Third Rank Minor Heaven Realm expert, had much stronger true qi than Liu Wu.

"Master Ying, I…" Wang Ping hesitated, also scared by Xiang Chen's move.

"What are you afraid of? Go and attack, I'll back you up!"

Wang Ying roared.

"Yes…" Wang Ping had no choice but to harden his resolve and step forward.

He stepped out, a faint red true qi surging from his body, his hands enveloped in a pale flame.

He practiced a fire attribute true qi martial art.

"Xiang Chen, get lost if you know what's good for you!" Wang Ping shouted, trying to muster his courage, not looking at Liu Wu's corpse.

"Wang Ying, you're afraid to fight me, so you send your lackey to die?"

Xiang Chen mocked, not caring about Wang Ping at all.

"I am a Middle Heaven Realm expert, I disdain to fight you."

Wang Ying sneered: "Wang Ping, kill him!"

Wang Ping shouted, trying to boost his own courage, and stepped forward, a powerful true qi gathering in his palm as he struck.

"Fire Cloud Palm!"

Boom…

His palm strike produced a series of booming sounds, the fire true qi bursting out, forming a cloud-like palm force that struck Xiang Chen.

This palm contained a powerful explosive force and a high temperature of several hundred degrees, causing a heat wave to spread around.

"Great! The Wang family's high-grade yellow rank martial art, Fire Cloud Palm. It is said that when practiced to perfection, it can explode steel and reach a temperature of over a thousand degrees. Wang Ping's palm must have reached the Great Success stage."

"Hehe, Xiang Chen is definitely dead this time."

The crowd cheered, boosting Wang Ping's courage.

"Roar…"

Xiang Chen roared, his entire body charging forward like a fierce tiger, his claws like knives, a powerful aura bursting out from his body.

Boom…

A loud explosion, Xiang Chen charged straight into the palm strike, a powerful shockwave sweeping several meters, overturning tables.

Then, it was seen that Xiang Chen tore through the palm strike with incredible speed, taking a step and striking with a claw, aiming for Wang Ping's heart with a Black Tiger Heart Rip.

His speed was extreme, like a tiger out of the gate.

Wang Ping was terrified, his martial art practiced for years easily broken. He tried to dodge, but Xiang Chen was faster, his claw aiming straight for his heart.

"Brother Ying, save me, ah!"

Blood splattered, Wang Ping let out a deathly scream, his chest torn open, Xiang Chen appearing in front of him, his claw crushing his heart.

Wang Ping's eyes widened in shock, his pupils dilated, blood gushing from his mouth as he fell to the ground.

"Whoever stands in my way today will die!"

Xiang Chen said coldly, pulling his hand out.

"Brother, be careful!"

The crowd was shocked, and at that moment, Ye Rou let out a cry of alarm.

Boom…

A powerful sword qi swept in, a pale red sword qi slashing through, the true qi powerful and sharp.

Xiang Chen stepped back over ten meters, the place he was just at being split by a two-meter-long deep sword mark from the sneak attack.

Wang Ying, holding a three-foot white long sword, had attacked.

His face was red with anger, and with a shout of "Kill," he burst with true qi, his body turning into a blur as he charged forward, his sword gathering powerful true qi.

"Finally decided to attack, huh?"

Xiang Chen sneered, but did not dare to be careless, gathering the surging power within his body into a claw and striking out.

Wang Ying was a Sixth Rank Middle Heaven Realm young expert, well-known in the Wang family for his extraordinary strength.

It was rumored that he had opened his divine treasury and awakened a martial soul, making him a genius.

"Die! Fire Cloud Sword Technique!"

Wang Ying roared, his sword gathering powerful true qi as he struck. The sword was infused with his true qi, turning into a crimson sword light, with a six-foot sword aura piercing through the air.

Boom…

The sword and claw collided, a powerful shockwave spreading in all directions.

The power within their bodies also clashed.

At this moment, Wang Ying's other hand formed a fist and struck out, a scorching and fierce punch force shattering the claw shadow and striking Xiang Chen.

Bang…

The punch hit Xiang Chen, who crossed his arms to block, being pushed back continuously.

Then, Wang Ying's body turned into a zigzag lightning bolt, his sword striking directly at Xiang Chen's head.

Xiang Chen, with his incredible strength, instinctively leaned back, the sword passing just above his nose, Wang Ying brushing past him.

But Wang Ying instantly turned and slashed with his sword, a pale red sword qi cutting into the ground, a long gash appearing as it struck Xiang Chen.

Xiang Chen coldly hummed, kicking Wang Ping's corpse towards the sword, the corpse being split by the sword qi, blood splattering.

Then, Xiang Chen rolled to the side, grabbing Liu Wu's heavy sword, which weighed nearly a hundred pounds, but felt as light as a feather in his hands.

"Kill!"

He lifted the heavy sword, charging forward, the sword gathering the demonic qi within his body, emitting a blinding golden light, and slashing fiercely at Wang Ying.

Wang Ying raised his sword to block, a loud clang as the sword and the heavy sword collided, the force from Xiang Chen's sword sending Wang Ying flying back several meters.

Wang Ying's arms were numb, looking at Xiang Chen in disbelief, how could this brat have such incredible strength?

But after being pushed back, Xiang Chen directly charged towards his sister, his top priority being to take her away.

"Don't think you can save her from me!"

Wang Ying roared, at this moment, a more terrifying sword qi surged from his body, and above him, a pale red phantom sword appeared!

The sword spirit!