Cultivation: I Have a Skill Level Panel

As the Fiery Flame Fist slammed into Wang Chong’s chest,

Wang Chong instantly felt a blazing fire sear his chest. An overwhelming force struck him, sending him flying like a cannonball. He crashed hard into the ground in the distance, carving out a deep crater and kicking up a cloud of dust.

The combatants on both sides fell silent.

"This..."

"Elder Wang Chong... was actually defeated!"

The members of the Wang Family all wore expressions of shocked disbelief, as if they couldn’t believe their powerful Elder had been beaten.

"Kill!"

"Hahaha!

Elder Huamin is stronger after all!"

"Everyone, let’s slaughter these Wang Family brats!!"

In stark contrast to the Wang Family, the Gu Family disciples were as if on stimulants.

Their morale soared, and they unleashed their Spiritual Power wildly, as if it cost them nothing!

At that moment,

Wang Chong was a miserable sight. His chest was scorched black, and he was coughing up blood nonstop. He had clearly suffered a grievous injury.

"COUGH, COUGH!"

"I didn’t expect...

that you were hiding your strength!"

"But...

this is only the beginning..."

Wang Chong said between coughs.

As for this,

Gu Huamin dismissed it as nothing but hot air, paying him no mind.

"If those are to be your last words,

then you can take them with you to the Nine Netherworld!!"

The moment he finished speaking,

Gu Huamin’s cultivation at the Spiritual Martial Ninth Layer Peak erupted, condensing a Fiery Flame Spear in the empty air.

Terrifying flames blazed, twisting the very air as if it were being burned away.

Then, the Fiery Flame Spear tore through the void, shooting toward Wang Chong like a meteor to execute him!

Seeing the Fiery Flame Spear burn through the void and pierce toward him,

Wang Chong’s expression twisted with sinister malevolence. He roared,

"You lot!!"

"What the fuck are you still looking at?!"

"Make your move!!!"

Wang Chong’s furious roar seemed to shake the heavens, echoing across the land. The surrounding forest, for hundreds of yards in every direction, began to RUSTLE violently.

Then, a tyrannical beam of light shot out from an unknown location. It pierced the void, carrying an immense power that instantly shattered Gu Huamin’s Fiery Flame Spear in mid-air.

The tyrannical power seemed to annihilate everything in its path.

"HEHEHE..."

"Weren’t you acting all high and mighty?"

"How did you end up in such a pathetic state?"

"You just had to act alone,

and even told us not to interfere!!"

"Utterly useless!!"

"A complete waste of that lord’s time!"

A figure completely wrapped in a black robe emerged from a dark corner, invisibly exuding an extremely tyrannical aura. He carried the powerful Momentum of a true expert.

"Hmph!"

"Old Ghost Xu, I admit I severely underestimated my opponent’s strength."

"From now on, don’t screw things up!"

"Time!"

"Is running out!!"

Wang Chong slowly stood up, patting his shoulder as a trickle of blood escaped the corner of his mouth.

"You piece of trash!!"

"Are you trying to tell me what to do?!!"

came the hoarse, deep voice of Old Ghost Xu from within his black robes.

"You!!!"

Hearing this, Wang Chong was once again overcome with rage. The injuries he had just managed to suppress flared up, and he violently spat out a mouthful of blood.

Gu Huamin’s face was now grave, his eyes extremely solemn. He bit out the words:

"Half-Step True Martial!!!"

Facing such a figure, he didn’t dare show the slightest carelessness. His entire body was clearly tense to the extreme.

’Who is that man in the black robe?’

’His aura is so terrifying.’

’He’s clearly hostile! Can Elder Huamin handle him?’

The Gu Family disciples, locked in fierce combat, couldn’t help but worry.

"Get lost!!!"

A stoutly built Gu Family disciple sent a Wang Family disciple reeling with two consecutive slaps, his face swelling up like a pig’s head.

"Elder Huamin... he should be able to handle it, right?"

He then looked up toward Gu Huamin, his face etched with worry.

"Gu Huamin!!

Time for you to die!!!"

Old Ghost Xu snarled viciously, and then a Spiritual Qi as black as ink erupted from his body.

Vaguely, the Spiritual Qi showed signs of transforming into True Yuan, a truly terrifying prospect.

The very air seemed to tremble before it.

Immediately after, Old Ghost Xu’s figure shot forward, blurring into a series of afterimages as if he were teleporting through space.

A claw swipe tore through the sky, wreathed in ink-black Spiritual Qi, as he moved to crush Gu Huamin with tyrannical power!!

Seeing a Half-Step True Martial powerhouse bearing down on him with such overwhelming might,

Gu Huamin didn’t dare to relax for even a moment. The gravity in his eyes reached its peak.

His five fingers instantly clenched into a fist as terrifying flames surged forth. Wreathed in fire, he threw a punch that burned through the void.

"BANG!"

The Flame Fist collided with a steel-like eagle claw, instantly triggering a massive impact. A terrifying shockwave blasted outward in all directions.

But Gu Huamin couldn’t withstand the attack. He was ultimately sent flying backward.

"Elder Huamin...

he’s not going to lose, is he..."

"No way! We have to believe in the Elder!"

"Then!!"

"Kill all of these bastards!!!"

Seeing this, the Gu Family disciples grew worried, but then another rallied them with an explosive cry.

Meanwhile, far away in the Gu Family estate outside Nanming City,

Gu Taisheng’s brow furrowed.

’Why do I have such a bad feeling?’

’Could it be...

It seems I’ll have to go myself.’

Before Gu Taisheng’s thought was even finished, his body transformed into a streak of light, racing toward Baiyue Mountain outside Nanming City at extreme speed.

Back on the battlefield,

Gu Huamin, while still flying backward, forced his body to stabilize and wiped away the blood trickling from his mouth.

’A Half-Step True Martial... truly powerful!’

’But...

...it’s not an impossible fight!’

Gu Huamin thought to himself. With a wave of his hand, a flash of light appeared,

and a Top Grade Magical Artifact, a long saber, was in his grasp.

Seeing this, Old Ghost Xu’s hoarse, gloomy voice rang out,

"HEHEHE..."

"A rabbit trying to fight a tiger!"

"Younger Brother Wang, isn’t it laughable?"

Then, before his words had even faded,

Old Ghost Xu erupted with astonishing might. Ink-black Spiritual Qi radiated from him.

He clenched his palm into a fist.

His figure moved with incredible speed, leaping into the air like a specter. He then threw a devastating punch, and a terrifyingly massive, black Fist Seal tore through the void.

It descended upon Gu Huamin, blotting out the sky, aiming to crush and annihilate him!

Gazing up at the massive, dark Fist Seal—dozens of yards wide and falling like a meteor—that was hurtling down to kill him,

a cold glint flashed in Gu Huamin’s eyes. A flicker of Sword Qi twisted as if tearing through space itself, incomparably sharp.

An astonishingly sharp aura rose from his entire being. He then slashed out with his saber.

The Sword Qi soared into the air, tearing through space like a Flood Dragon, and slashed violently toward the terrifying, dark Fist Seal above!

"BOOM!"

The two tyrannical attacks exploded in mid-air,

A deafening roar resounded.

A visible storm swept out in all directions, causing the surrounding trees to sway violently and RUSTLE.

The terrifying aftershock slammed into the ground, creating several fissures in the earth for dozens of yards around, like the savage gashes of a wild beast.

Then, the intertwined Sword Qi and Fist Seal above began to annihilate one another in the void.

This exchange was a draw!

But,

in the next instant,

Old Ghost Zhao’s figure flickered through the void like a phantom.

He appeared silently behind Gu Huamin.

Beneath his black hood, the corners of a hideous face curled into a slight smirk.

A vicious glint flashed in his eyes.

His hand formed an eagle claw, shrouded in Dark Spiritual Qi.

The impossibly hard claw pierced the void, thrusting violently toward the spot over Gu Huamin’s heart!!

"It’s over!!!"