Martial Arts Overlord

RUMBLE! RUMBLE! RUMBLE...

Luo Feng and dozens of other riders galloped down the street, heading straight for the Li Family residence, their momentum like that of tigers. The rhythmic beat of hooves, like a drumroll, caused the windows of residences on both sides of the street to tremble.

Heads popped out of buildings on both sides, observing with curiosity.

"Eh, aren’t these people from the Luo Mansion? Now that the Li, Han, and Qiu Families have united to attack the Luo Mansion, why would they be here..."

"Look quickly! Aren’t those two at the very front Luotian and Luo Feng, father and son?"

"They’re appearing here... Does it mean the Li Family’s plan to attack the Luo Family has failed?"

"It certainly looks that way. Did you see? Luotian’s aura is cycling from the Heaven Gate to the Hell Realm, forming a complete circuit. There’s no doubt he has now stepped into the Ninth Level Heavenly Court Realm! In the Ninth Level Heavenly Court Realm, Qi can possess spirit, and Divine Sense can reach a kilometer. Surely no one in Panlong City can stand against him now. Never mind the Li, Han, and Qiu Families joining forces; even if all the powers in Panlong City united, they would be no match for the Luo Family now!"

A Martial Artist with keen eyes licked his lips and stated.

SSS!

Upon hearing this Martial Artist’s voice, a series of sharp intakes of breath rippled through the crowd.

An expert of the Ninth Level Heavenly Court Realm, whose Qi could possess spirit and whose Gang Qi could extend beyond a hundred meters, shattering gold and cracking stone, performing feats beyond ordinary human capability—truly inconceivable! Their strength was simply unimaginable to ordinary Martial Artists!

"From now on, Panlong City will likely be the Luo Family’s domain. Judging by the direction they’re heading, it should be the Li Family residence. I’m afraid they’re planning to raid it. The Li Family, one of the four great families, who could have imagined they’d meet such an end."

Someone shook his head and sighed.

"Victors become kings, losers are vilified. This world, where the strong are revered, has always been so. One can only blame Li Yantian for his insufficient cultivation..." a middle-aged saber man, stroking his own saber, commented with indifference.

His words, though ruthless, were rational. The surrounding Martial Artists nodded in agreement, a wave of sighs rippling through them.

"Father, after today’s battle, I doubt anyone will dare to challenge your authority as City Lord again."

Luo Feng’s Divine Sense was acute. Despite galloping on horseback, he clearly heard the surrounding discussions. He looked back at Luotian and smiled.

Luotian laughed heartily and nodded slightly, "Indeed. The Li Family’s attack this time, in hindsight, isn’t entirely a bad thing. Wiping out the three families by raiding their homes and exterminating their clans is the perfect way to establish my authority!"

"Father, there’s something I don’t understand."

Luo Feng recalled Li Yantian’s earlier words and frowned, asking, "Father, your cultivation was only at the mid-stage of the Eightfold Hell Realm before. Although the Guixu Pill is a top-tier, third-grade Spiritual Medicine, just as Li Yantian said, its spiritual efficacy shouldn’t have been enough to allow you to step into the Ninth Level Heavenly Court Realm."

"This matter, I too find it incredible..."

Luotian’s voice suddenly became somewhat ethereal. Luo Feng glanced sideways to find that Luotian’s lips hadn’t moved.

Sound transmission?

Luo Feng’s eyebrows twitched. An expert of the Ninth Level Heavenly Court Realm could condense their Yuan Qi into a single thread and transmit their voice directly into another’s ears, even a kilometer away.

Guiding his mount a little closer, Luo Feng asked in a low voice, "Father, what’s going on?"

"To be precise, my current cultivation is only at the Half-Step Heavenly Court Realm. To truly step into the Ninth Level Heavenly Court Realm, I still need a period of cultivation."

Luotian looked thoughtful, then continued via sound transmission, "Even so, it is already quite unbelievable. The Guixu Pill is only a top-tier, third-grade Spiritual Medicine; it shouldn’t have been able to elevate my cultivation to its current state."

Luo Feng was somewhat surprised, his gaze flickering. He mused, Could it be an issue with the pill?

"That’s right. This Guixu Pill is no ordinary item. After consuming it, I sensed a thread of extremely pure, potent Yang Yuan Qi within it! It must have been some Spiritual Rotation Realm expert who directly infused a strand of their Source Yuan Qi into the pill, allowing its grade to break through the third rank, reaching the verge of the fourth rank."

Luotian nodded. Concluding his sound transmission here, he glanced at Luo Feng meaningfully and asked, "Feng Er, when Yang Wanyi gave you this pill, did she say anything specific?"

"Yang Wanyi?"

Luo Feng was taken aback for a moment, then he recalled Yang Wanyi’s strange words back then at the training grounds—

"Have your father consume this Guixu Pill as soon as possible."

At the time, Luo Feng hadn’t thought much of it, but now he realized her words held a deeper meaning.

Just as Luo Feng was pondering in surprise, Luotian, beside him, suddenly looked ahead with a sharp gaze. His eyebrows furrowed, and he waved his hand, "Stop!"

NEIGH!

The thirty-odd riders halted abruptly, their horses whinnying restlessly.

Luo Feng’s train of thought was interrupted. Just as he was about to ask what was happening, he looked ahead, and his gaze turned cold.

THUD! THUD! THUD...

The dull sound of galloping hooves rolled in like thunder.

At the end of the street ahead, a troop of riders charged towards them, a dense, dark mass, their numbers impossible to ascertain. Their heavy advance made the entire street tremble violently.

Luo Feng looked at the man leading the troop, his eyes flashing. Eh! It’s him! A hint of astonishment crossed his pupils.

The person at the head of the troop rode a Fire Cloud Horse and was dressed in a green robe. He carried a scholarly air, yet the aura he exuded was even a few degrees stronger than Li Yantian’s, ensuring no one dared to underestimate him!

A sickly pale Han Ji rode beside this person, a cold sneer playing on his lips.

"Isn’t that Han Yulong, the Han Clan Head?"

"Han Yulong! How is that possible? Didn’t he die in the Black Moon Forest? Is he a man or a ghost!"

The Luo Family warriors nearby stared, their eyes wide with disbelief. The man was Han Yulong, rumored to have perished in the Black Moon Forest, his body devoured by a Demon Beast! They couldn’t help but exclaim in shock.

"Heh, truly an uninvited guest!"

Luotian was momentarily shocked, but his eyes quickly flashed with a fierce light as he stared coldly at Han Yulong and his son, who were galloping towards them.

"Han Yulong..."

Luo Feng felt the icy killing intent emanating from the hundred-plus riders ahead. A flash of insight struck him, and his eyes lit up with understanding. He muttered to himself, So that’s how it is. Yang Wanyi, I, Luo Feng, owe you one!

Looking up at the rapidly approaching hundred-plus Han Clan Martial Artists, Luo Feng’s gaze turned icy. He raised his arm and shouted coldly, "Flying Tiger Crossbow unit, advance and form ranks!"

"Yes, sir!"

About ten Luo Family Martial Artists beside him dismounted, sprinted to the front of their formation, and knelt. They deftly retrieved the Flying Tiger Crossbows Luo Feng had given them from their backs.

CLICK!

A series of cold, metallic sounds rang out as they loaded the crossbows. Arrowheads glinting with a somber light aimed at the charging Han Clan troop.

NEIGH!

The hundred-meter distance vanished in the blink of an eye. The hundred-plus Han Clan Martial Artists reined in their horses about fifteen meters away. Upon seeing the Flying Tiger Crossbows in the hands of the Luo Family warriors, the faces of all the Han Clan members changed!

At this distance, being struck by a Flying Tiger Crossbow meant certain death!

"Flying Tiger Crossbows... I heard the Li Family once wiped out a bandit stronghold and obtained thirty Flying Tiger Crossbows. Why would they be in the hands of the Luo Family? Could it be..."

Han Yulong’s expression flickered repeatedly upon seeing the Flying Tiger Crossbows.

"Hahahaha... Han Yulong, I heard you died in the Black Moon Forest, your corpse left exposed in the wilderness. I never expected to see you here. Has your soul returned in a borrowed body?"

Luotian looked at Han Yulong and boomed with laughter, his powerful voice making the very ground hum.

"Insolence! How dare you be so disrespectful to the City Lord! Kneel and beg for forgiveness at once!"

Hearing Luotian’s words, a Han Clan Martial Artist beside Han Yulong urged his horse forward and roared in anger.

"Hmm?"

Luotian’s brow chilled. His icy gaze swept towards this Han Clan Martial Artist as he snapped, "Who do you think you are? Die!"

BANG!

The moment his words fell, Luotian threw a punch.

ROAR!

A lion-headed projection of Gang Qi, baring fangs and claws, pounced towards the Han Clan Martial Artist. Its ferocious power whipped up a gale that swept through the street, making the ground hum and tremble!

"Ah! Family Head, save me!"

Before the fist wind even arrived, the Han Clan Martial Artist who had berated Luotian was paralyzed by the potent killing intent. His face turned ashen, and he screamed in terror.

"Stop!"

Han Yulong’s face changed drastically, and he thrust out a palm.

"Green Wind Rotation!"

WHOOSH!

Han Yulong’s long robe suddenly billowed, rustling loudly. A cyan, spiraling stream of Qi shot out from his right palm like an arrow, flying towards the lion-headed Gang Qi to shield the terrified Han Clan Martial Artist.

BOOM! The two blasts of Gang Qi collided, setting off a series of explosions. The entire street seemed to be struck by lightning, and the earth quaked violently!

CRACKLE!...

The cyan, spiraling stream of Qi held back the lion-headed Gang Qi for only an instant before cracking inch by inch like colored glaze, finally shattering into nothingness with a crash.

BANG! The remaining force of the lion-headed Gang Qi, still potent, slammed viciously into the Han Clan Martial Artist, smashing both man and horse to smithereens!

"What!"

Han Yulong’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. The scholarly air on his face completely vanished. He stared at Luotian in astonishment, momentarily speechless.

He had believed his attack would be sufficient to shatter Luotian’s Mad Lion Fist’s Gang Qi. He never expected it to be defeated in a single clash, leaving him stunned.

"Hehe, the Han Clan’s Clear Wind Palm is indeed formidable, to be able to hinder me for a moment."

Luotian smiled faintly, looking at Han Yulong with an indifferent gaze.

Startled back to his senses, Han Yulong stared intently at Luotian. Noticing the aura around him, his pupils shrank. "Qi possessing spirit! The Ninth Level Heavenly Court Realm! Luotian, you’ve actually stepped into the Ninth Level of the Heavenly Court Realm!"

"Correct!"

Luo Feng urged his horse forward, his icy gaze locked onto Han Yulong, and said coldly, "My father consumed the Guixu Pill and has emerged from seclusion today, his cultivation already having stepped into the Ninth Level Heavenly Court Realm!"

"Li Yantian, the Li Family Head, took advantage of my father’s seclusion to collude with the Han Family and Qiu Family, raising arms against the City Lord Mansion! Their crimes are heinous! Now, he has been slain by my father. Han Tie, Head of the Han Family, and Qiu Bichi, Head of the Qiu Family, have also fallen to my saber!"

A wave of shock rippled through the numerous Han Clan Martial Artists.

"The Family Heads... they’re all dead!"

The Li Family, allied with the Han and Qiu Families—how formidable was their combined strength?

They had expected the Luo Mansion to be overrun by Li Yantian. They never imagined that all three Family Heads would perish in battle! For a moment, they found this news hard to believe.

"Han Yulong, you’ve gathered so many men and horses here. Judging by your direction, you were heading for the Luo Mansion? Could it be that you, like Li Yantian, intended to commit insubordination?"

Luo Feng sat tall on his horse, his saber held ready. He stared coldly at Han Yulong, his gaze bone-chilling, his voice tinged with untamable arrogance.

"I..."

Luo Feng’s stare made cold sweat bead on Han Yulong’s forehead. His gaze swept over Luo Feng and Luotian. Then, he suddenly tumbled off his horse and prostrated himself on the ground.

"Han Yulong wouldn’t dare!"