I Can Extract Divine Power

Wang Jiu looked around and sneered, "What? You lost a fair fight, so now you’re going to gang up on me? If word of this got out, what face would your Great Zhou Country have left?"

At his words, everyone present fell silent.

Wang Jiu had a point. Rushing him now would only make them look bad.

Ouyang Sword struggled with all his might.

But the hand holding him was like an iron clamp, rendering him immobile.

A mocking grin spread across Wang Jiu’s face. "Now, can you let me meet that Lord Shen of yours?"

Ouyang Sword retorted, his voice cold, "What grudge do you have with Brother Shen? Why come here just to provoke him?"

Wang Jiu shook his head. "The one thing I can’t stand is people with an undeserved reputation. He’s all the rage in your Great Zhou Country, so I just had to see for myself what he’s really like. And while I’m at it, I’ll grind him into the dust."

"Your Great Zhou’s younger generation is pathetic. You’ve been in decline for ages and don’t deserve to rise."

The words were harsh, enough to make everyone’s faces burn with humiliation.

But what he said was, in fact, the truth.

Anger showed on the faces of many of the young people, and a few were even ready to charge forward, consequences be damned.

But just then, Ouyang Sword’s pained expression suddenly relaxed, replaced by a faint smile.

Wang Jiu was stunned for a moment, then frowned. "What, did I knock you stupid?"

Ouyang Sword’s gaze went past Wang Jiu to someone behind him. "Brother Shen, you’re finally here. I was starting to think you weren’t going to show up for my welcome dinner."

Brother Shen?

When those two words were spoken, everyone subconsciously turned their gaze to the top of the second-floor staircase.

There, at the top of the stairs, stood a young man with sharp brows and bright eyes. He was dressed in black, a blood-red longsword hanging at his waist.

The young man’s expression was perfectly calm, like the deep, vast sea.

And his eyes were a shade of cyan.

His cyan pupils were mesmerizing.

As his long hair fluttered, a trace of Evil Qi materialized around Shen Bai.

Wang Jiu turned his head as well. When he saw Shen Bai, the grin on his face grew wider.

"Good. That aura alone is impressive. Let’s see if you’re just a pushover."

Shen Bai glanced at him. "I’ll give you three breaths. Let Ouyang Sword go, and I’ll make sure you suffer a little less."

Before coming here, Shen Bai had been in his inn, grinding his Skill Level.

But just as he was getting into the zone, he suddenly received a message from the innkeeper.

The message was that Ouyang Sword had arrived in Xuanjing City and had sent word, wanting to invite him out for a meal.

Shen Bai and Ouyang Sword had gone through the inner examination together, so they were acquaintances. On top of that, with their connection through Elder Mu, it was only natural for him to come for this meal.

But he never expected that upon reaching the second floor, he would walk into this scene.

He had even heard their entire conversation from the first floor.

He really didn’t want to cause trouble, but now that trouble had come looking for him, he wasn’t afraid to face it.

Hearing Shen Bai’s words, Wang Jiu’s eyes widened.

"If I don’t let him go, what are you going to do, kill me? What power do you even have? Come on, show me what you’ve got."

With that, Wang Jiu threw Ouyang Sword aside and charged at Shen Bai.

Wang Jiu’s body emanated an aura like that of a primeval beast.

His Qi, in particular, was Hidden within his muscles, pushing their power to the absolute limit.

This was the Cultivation Technique of the Great Yue Country’s Henglian Peak.

They didn’t use any Weapons in their Cultivation; instead, they put their faith in their own bodies.

They compressed their Qi, bit by bit, into every part of their bodies.

One could say that every single strand of their hair was a deadly weapon.

Wang Jiu’s gaze was filled with a brutish aura.

He felt that Shen Bai was mocking him, even looking down on him.

The whole point of coming to cause trouble for Shen Bai was to suppress the Great Zhou Country.

By crushing Great Zhou’s most brilliant rising star, their entire nation’s confidence would completely collapse after they entered the Celestial Pride Hall, and a major rival would be eliminated.

’Since Shen Bai has shown himself, I’ll grind him into the dirt and give him a taste of failure.’

Seeing Wang Jiu lunge toward Shen Bai, everyone’s heart trembled.

’Even though Shen Bai is strong, facing a prodigy from another country is still incredibly dangerous. After all, his strength has only been proven against the younger generation of Great Zhou.’

Facing the charging Wang Jiu, Shen Bai slowly drew the longsword from his waist.

Immediately, blood-red Sword Qi flared to life upon it.

Everyone thought Shen Bai was about to strike with his sword.

But Shen Bai quickly returned the longsword to its sheath. In the next instant, a golden Buddha’s Light flared up around his hands.

"You’re not even interesting enough for me to draw my sword," Shen Bai stated flatly.

Wang Jiu had already closed the distance. Hearing this, he sneered ferociously, "Who the hell do you think you are, daring to mock me? I’ll shatter all your front teeth today!"

A massive fist shot toward Shen Bai’s chin.

Terrifying power was packed into his muscles; this one punch was enough to demolish the entire inn.

But in the next moment, he was stunned.

Because Shen Bai’s fist was faster than his and had already landed on his face.

"Do you think Henglian Peak’s defenses are weak?" Wang Jiu sneered.

"Henglian Peak is famous for its Horizontal Refinement. Our physical attacks are powerful, but our defense is just as strong."

"Meeting my fist with your fist is simply suicidal."

Seeing this, the surrounding youths all sighed.

They had heard of the Great Yue Country’s Henglian Peak, a faction that specialized in Horizontal Refinement.

’If Shen Bai had used his longsword, he might have stood a chance.’