Chapter 48 The Master of the Courtyard

  "Brother Pang, Sister Chu, cough, kill this evil man, we absolutely cannot let him run amok within the Xuan Yun Sect. If word gets out, what face will our Xuan Yun Sect have left?"

  Chen Ming Luo spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and the resentful poison in his eyes flashed by. With that one kick just now, his cultivation which could have broken through to the Calcination Realm within a year was ruined, and it would be impossible for him to recover within two or three years.

  For a warrior, cultivation is more important than anything else. This move is no less than the hatred of killing one's father and stealing one's wife, how can it not make him resentful?

  "Yes, you all heard what Zhang Shixiong said. The third sister of the Qiu family was injured by this kind of person. You all knew about it back then, and it even made Qiu Shixiong furious. It's absolutely not wrong. If this child is not eliminated, he will definitely be a disaster for our sect!"

  Yang Songmo was not as seriously injured, but at the last moment, he used his arm to block a blow that swept towards his neck, but his arm was also broken by Li Chen's strange strength.

  With the surge of qi and blood in his chest, he had already suffered a severe internal injury. Although it was not fatal, it would undoubtedly hinder his progress in martial arts, making him want to devour their flesh and drink their blood.

  Looking at the two pale faces, with blood oozing from the corners of their mouths and looking utterly disheveled, Pang Wenshan and Chu Ziyan exchanged a glance, both seeing the difficulty in each other's eyes.

  If it weren't for the two of them launching a sneak attack, they wouldn't have ended up with such severe injuries. Moreover, considering their past alliance against the wolf pack, they really couldn't bring themselves to join forces and gang up on Li Chen.

  It's just that the two of them are also reasonable, and Li Chen has done such a thing as killing people and stealing treasures, and even forcibly snatched the demon pet in Chu Ziyan's courtyard, which is already an established fact.

  Such unscrupulous behavior and reckless actions will never make one a pillar of the sect, no matter how great their innate talent may be. On the contrary, they will only bring disaster to the sect.

  Ding Dong!

  Just as the two were hesitating, the battle in the arena changed again. The turbulent smoke and dust suddenly burst open, spreading in all directions, revealing the situation inside.

  The originally flat bluestone ground was now pockmarked and scarred, with gashes and scratches, it was unclear whether they were cut by sword edges or swept away by fist strength.

  Zhang Chulang, clad in a purple robe, stood upright with his sword held high, a clear fist mark on the left shoulder blade, tattered clothes fluttering, revealing the inner purple-red skin, and a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, looking as if he had suffered a slight injury.

  Looking at Li Chen, there were four sword scars on his upper body and feet. Although they weren't fatal, if he hadn't had the internal armor protection, he might have been in a much worse state by now.

  Especially on the left side of his face, a blood hole was emitting a steady stream of bright red bloodstains, dripping onto the ground and splashing up clouds of dust.

  "You're stronger than I expected, but your inner energy hasn't transformed into true qi yet. If you can withstand this one sword strike from me, we'll call it quits for today!"

  Zhang Chulang calmed down, his right hand holding the sword horizontally in front of his chest, assuming a strange and mysterious posture, with a calm yet oppressive feeling, like dark clouds gathering before a storm, brewing violent thunder.

  "Hmm!"

  Li Chen's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly clenched his fists. His hands crackled with energy as he lowered his stance and stood firm, preparing to meet the most ferocious blow.

  With all his might, the air around him surged violently upwards, emitting an aura that was difficult to describe. The wind howled and churned, sending waves of murderous intent swirling outwards, blowing away the sand and dust around him.

  Both of them have been accumulating momentum, waiting to be released. One is a martial artist in the realm of true refinement, and the other is an 'abnormal' being that is not weak at all. The atmosphere between them has reached its boiling point.

  If someone were to intervene at this moment, they would inevitably be subject to a joint attack from both sides. Since everyone present is a 9th-level warrior, how could anyone withstand the impact of two powerful forces?

  The aura of the two men alone was enough to make their chests feel stifled, making it hard for them to move, let alone take action.

  Just as the atmosphere was tense to the extreme, the two were about to exchange their final blows. Suddenly, a grey-clad figure burst into the courtyard, inserting himself between the two combatants with a swift movement of his sleeves.

  "Die!"

  "Kill!"

  Two completely different violent drinking sounds, almost at the moment when that figure appeared, endless sword lights twinkling, fierce and unparalleled storm fist energy, heavily impacting towards that person.

  "Hey!"

  The newcomer smiled slightly and suddenly moved his hands in a circular motion. A golden true energy burst out from the top of his right hand.

  As his fingers moved, the Spirit Stage sword in Zhang Chuyun's hand, which was capable of cutting through gold and jade, swung about like a toy in a child's hand, without any killing intent.

  In his left palm, a circle of one band down, Li Chen's fist peak was enough to open the mountain and crack the stone with its icy and powerful force, but it suddenly dissipated into nothingness, and the newcomer grasped his wrist.

  Ding Dong!

  All he saw was that in the flash of lightning, the man's right index finger lightly plucked, and the treasure sword suddenly trembled and curved. Zhang Chulang only felt a great force coming, his body involuntarily flying backward.

  Fortunately, the man held back and did not knock his treasured sword flying, so he was not left looking foolish.

  "Hmm, that makes sense!"

  That man's left hand grasped the hilt, and Li Chen's body involuntarily leaned in close to him. Just as they were about to collide shoulder to shoulder, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and the adaptability skills he had honed to perfection in the ancient mountains of Guchang were brought into full play.

  "Open it for me!"

  His right fist suddenly exerted force, the clothes on his arm burst with a loud noise, and the dark green energy shot out, instantly breaking free from that person's palm.

  With the help of this band's strength, Li Chen's feet were like flying, his body was like a spirit leopard, and his two fists came out together, like a fierce beast's fangs, one above and below, attacking that person's throat and abdomen.

  Fierce fist strength, sharp fist aura, trembling muscles, made a hard-to-describe aura rise on Li Chen's body. Amidst the swirling smoke and dust, he seemed like a ferocious beast charging out of a hurricane, ready to pounce on its prey.

  "He actually cultivated out a fist technique!"

  That person's eyes lit up, unhurried and composed, stretched out his palm and curved his left arm, his waist suddenly sinking down.

  Bang!

  Golden light flashed, Li Chen's powerful right fist was suddenly and firmly grasped by that person. His left fist struck the other's elbow, causing his aura to burst out in all directions.

  "Ah, you've got some strength!"

  That person's body just flickered slightly, his left hand grasping Li Chen's right fist, and directly raised it forward.

  Boom!

  The air was filled with dust, and the thin figure of Li Chen was thrown to the ground like a torn sack, constantly groaning in his throat. He had been thrown down heavily, but he didn't spit out blood, apparently that person hadn't used too much force.

  Whoosh!

  Squeak!

  At dawn, a sudden danger appeared. On the ancient tree beside the courtyard, branches shook violently, and in the midst of the strong wind, two gray shadows, one high and one low, rushed straight at the man in gray clothes.

  "Not bad, a first-class demon beast actually has a mind to protect its master!"

  The man in grey robes was calm and collected, his right hand raised.

  "Come back!"

  Li Chen suddenly rolled over and let out a loud roar.

  Even with all his might, he couldn't withstand a single move. How could Lei Peng and Xiao Hu Zi possibly be his opponents?

  Lei Peng and the little monkey hesitated for a moment, one spinning and the other folding, finally landing beside Lei Chen, staring fixedly at the gray-robed man, their eyes shooting out a fierce glow unique to demonic beasts, as if synchronized with Lei Chen's move.

  "Nice to meet you, Dean!"

  The gust of wind brought by the two demonic beasts scattered the dust, and several disciples saw the newcomer clearly, all with a look of great shock, immediately bowing their heads in respect, their expressions showing unspeakable reverence.

  Even Zhang Chulang, who was as tall as a mountain, held his sword and bowed his head, the identity of the newcomer was already self-evident.