Chapter 806 - 563: Golden Wu Warriors
The bustling noise of the long street of Jin Yu Mansion gradually settled down.
Today’s public trial and land distribution among the people are taking place at a critical juncture of social unrest and transition, where not even the slightest disorder is permissible.
Wang Xuan, clothed in tight and sturdy attire, walked with calm and steady steps through the streets and alleys, with a serene expression yet possessing the demeanor of one who commands authority.
Behind him, several personal guards in gleaming armor, clad in Profound Iron Armor, moved with mountain-like stability, each footstep falling with a deep, heavy sound, neither impatient nor chaotic.
The guards’ eyes were as sharp as hawks, scanning around, taking in every corner, alley, door, window, and shadow, not daring to overlook even the slightest rustle of grass.
"General, the public trial has concluded, and the land distribution records have been verified as correct..."
One of the accompanying guards reported in a low voice.
Just as the words fell—
A sudden change erupted.
A surge of blood force, vast as a flood and condensed like steel, abruptly burst into frenzy from the left alley entrance!
"Assassin!"
The guards shouted in unison, instantly positioning themselves, aligning their long spears, and their armor tensed like iron, swiftly forming a protective formation around their leader.
The Profound Iron armor plates rubbed against each other with a fierce sound, gleaming coldly with murderous intent. Ordinary martial artists seeing such a battle array would already be terrified, not daring to step forward.
A figure slowly walked out of the alley.
It was an old man.
With hair and beard white as frost, his blood force was deep like an abyss, making one’s heart tremble.
Looking at the ready guards, the old man let out a mocking laugh:
"Do you think mere armored guards can stop me?"
Before his laughter faded—
The old man’s form suddenly moved.
There was no thunderous charge; instead, he was as light as willow fluff, drifting like fallen leaves, passing through the gaps between the long spears, quick as a blurry gray shadow.
One guard just began to wield his spear to block, but suddenly his vision blurred.
Slap.
On the chest Profound Iron armor, a withered, skeletal hand with protruding knuckles was imprinted.
That hand lightly pressed on the armor, seemingly powerless, yet the force contained inside was enough to shatter mountains and split stones.
The next moment—
Penetrating Force, exploded!
The energy did not crush the armor or break the iron, but like a venomous Spiritual Snake, it crazily drilled through the armor gaps, penetrating limbs, bones, organs, and viscera.
The guard trembled violently throughout his body.
"Ugh—!"
The blood force inside was like being brutally squeezed and exploded by an invisible giant hand, all strength was instantly drained, his legs softened, and he kneeled on the ground with a clang, the spear flying from his hand, a sweetness surged violently in his throat, yet he clenched his teeth and endured, not passing out.
This is the Martial Arts Grandmaster!
Common armored soldiers, clad in armor and wielding sharp weapons, roam the battlefield.
But in front of a Grandmaster, the armor protection loses much of its effectiveness.
The penetrating force is clear through, hitting through obstacles effortlessly, breaking the armor as if it were nothing.
As long as not hemmed in by dozens of armored soldiers, the Grandmaster can roam freely, defeating them one by one.
The old man glanced at the kneeling but not dead guard, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes:
"Still not dead? A tough guy who practiced hard body training indeed."
The guards around Wang Xuan were all core disciples, each having drunk Divine Power charm water, their blood force like wolves and tigers, their bones long tempered beyond ordinary, managing to withstand one Penetrating Force blow, only severely wounded, not killed.
The old man knew that he must act swiftly for resolution, no longer speaking further.
His figure flashed again, hands like dried branches weaving through flowers, bringing forth two pale cyan aura palm shadows.
Whoosh—
Whoosh—
Another two spear-wielding guards forcefully faced him, the spear tips barely thrusting half a foot forward.
The palm force had already reached their chests.
Penetrating Force breaks the armor, directly piercing the viscera.
"Ugh—!"
"Cough—!"
The two simultaneously groaned, their chests feeling as if hammered fiercely, the spears clanged to the ground, bodies staggering back, faces instantly turning pale as paper, with no fighting power left.
Within a short breath’s time.
Several guards were either hurt or fallen.
Wang Xuan’s eyes suddenly turned cold:
"Martial Arts Grandmaster!"
The person’s body technique, palm force, and penetrating body’s power, were exactly as the Martial Arts instructor Xu Kun repeatedly warned about the Grandmaster.
This was his first time facing such a level of master.
The old man drifted to the center of the street, his gaze locked onto Wang Xuan, his hoarse voice carrying a bone-chilling coldness:
"Die!"
Before the words faded, the old man’s form lunged, directly pouncing towards Wang Xuan’s face, the palm wind screaming, the Penetrating Force already fully stored, just waiting for a lethal strike.
Wang Xuan advanced instead of retreating.
Taking a step forward.
Boom.
The ground slightly trembled.
As a warrior, seizing blood force and transforming it into True Strength is almost effortless for them.
His blood force surged around him, seeming as if dragons and snakes moved beneath his skin, a fierce and domineering True Strength erupted, pouring entirely into his fists.
Before the fists arrived, the violent wind pressure had already hit the old man’s tattered clothing, making it sound loudly.
The old man glanced sideways, revealing an extremely sarcastic expression of disdain.
Wang Xuan’s True Strength—
Rough, wild, completely undisciplined.
Like floodwaters breaching the dam, pouring out, not achieving controlled release and continuity.
In the eyes of a Grandmaster who has immersed in martial arts for decades, such use of force is the most foolish.
Just three to five punches, surely leading to exhaustion and collapse, allowing oneself to be slaughtered.
"Such waste!"
"I want to see how many punches you can withstand!"
The old man’s shape was elusive, his footwork cunning and devious, never engaging directly with Wang Xuan, only roaming amidst the gaps of punching wind, waiting for the moment when Wang Xuan exhausted his strength.
But soon, his face changed drastically.
One punch, three punches, five punches, ten punches...
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!
Wang Xuan’s punches were like a sudden storm, each punch heavy like a thousand pounds, smashing the air with explosive sounds, and the force of his punches making the skin ache painfully.
He fought more bravely, his blood surging stronger.
Not only was he not even slightly exhausted, his momentum rather climbed higher and higher.
That seemingly rough True Strength, on him, seemed inexhaustible.
The old man was forced to retreat again and again, dodging awkwardly, his sleeves torn by the punch wind, no longer retaining any composure.