125. The Earth Dragon Emerges

At the forefront was the Korean Jeet Kune Do master, Lee Linxi, who had rushed to Chen Fengyun’s side. Being the closest to Chen, he bore the brunt of the sonic wave’s impact, instantly feeling dizzy and staggering backward uncontrollably.

Yet almost immediately, an overwhelming sense of danger surged within him, prompting an instinctive palm strike forward. At that very moment, Chen Fengyun had already closed in, his hands forming seals as he unleashed the Mountain-Shaking Curse.

“Boom…”

In an instant, Chen Fengyun’s attack collided with Lee Linxi’s palm. Facing Chen’s assault alone, Lee realized how gravely mistaken he had been—such fierce, unparalleled power was unstoppable, directly imprinting onto his palm.

“Ah…”

A wail of agony escaped Lee Linxi as Chen’s strike shattered his right arm, bone splintering into fragments, blood spraying wildly.

“Boom…”

But the assault was far from over. After severing Lee’s arm, the Mountain-Shaking Curse imprinted upon his chest. His body was hurled out like a broken sack, flying several meters away, blood splattering midair before crashing into the ruins with a thunderous impact, stirring up a massive cloud of dust.

The crowd was stunned into silence. Lee’s screams abruptly ceased; whether he lived or died was unknown, but in the heat of battle, no one had time to care.

“Howl…”

Amid the sonic shockwave, several foreign masters sensed imminent danger. Suddenly, the Russian master, Ivandafsky, let out a fierce roar resembling a wolf’s howl. Waves of sound rippled outward in concentric circles.

Japanese master Takeda Kurao, Thai warrior Gulayemo, and the Dark Blood assassin Wilson all trembled, their ringing ears easing slightly—Ivandafsky’s sonic waves had partially neutralized Chen Fengyun’s attack.

“Eight strikes! Everyone, hold nothing back! Use your strongest attacks!” Takeda Kurao bellowed, leaping into the air as he unleashed the ultimate secret technique of the Yanagi Blade style—Eight Directions Willow Wind Slash.

Instantly, centered on Takeda’s form, a blade-shaped aura like a giant willow leaf coalesced into a colossal Japanese sword, cleaving down upon Chen Fengyun like the dawn splitting the heavens.

“Fist King’s World-Ending Strike.”

Gulayemo no longer held back either. He unleashed his most powerful ancient fist technique, conjuring a phantom image behind him that swung a massive fist toward Chen Fengyun.

“Wolf God Rends the Sky.”

Ivandafsky roared savagely as thick gray fur rapidly sprouted across his body. His face distorted into that of a towering wolf over two meters tall. His hands suddenly elongated to four or five meters, claws extending from both sides to grasp at Chen Fengyun.

“Blood Spirit Soul Devour.”

Wilson’s method was even more sinister. Previously blasted into the void by Chen’s sonic wave, he vanished again before a thick cloud of blood mist surged toward Chen Fengyun, radiating a malevolent, bloodthirsty aura.

“Hahaha, it seems your techniques are no ordinary arts. This is truly exhilarating,” Chen Fengyun laughed heartily. He noticed their techniques bore traces of ancient cultivators’ methods—no doubt improvements derived from those ancient arts.

Unlike before, Chen did not rely on his Golden Bell Shield to defend or evade. Instead, his body flashed as he soared skyward, escaping the attacks of Gulayemo, Ivandafsky, and Wilson, charging straight into the path of Takeda Kurao’s blade.

“Ching…”

A sharp, clear sword whistle rang out. Suddenly, a dazzling sword light exploded midair, blinding all eyes, accompanied by Takeda Kurao’s agonized scream.

“Ah…”

Chen Fengyun summoned a flying sword, yet he did not employ any cultivator’s secret techniques. He merely enlarged the sword to the size of a common longsword and unleashed a fierce sword aura. With a single stroke, he severed Takeda’s great blade, slicing off his right arm along with it.

“Boom…”

Takeda screamed in agony as his body was flung backward, crashing heavily into the rubble. Though he lost his arm and sword, he staggered to his feet, far better off than Lee Linxi.

“Ching…”

Chen’s flying sword sang again as he released it, sending it hurtling toward Gulayemo below. The Thai warrior hastily threw a punch, striking the sword along with his fist phantom.

“Ah…”

But Chen’s flying sword was unlike an ordinary longsword; its piercing power was extraordinary. It instantly pierced through the phantom fist and then through Gulayemo’s chest, leaving a bloody hole as he collapsed screaming.

“Slash…”

The sword then flew back into Chen’s hand, gleaming as clear as autumn waters, spotless despite the blood. Without pause, Chen swung it again, sending a fierce sword aura slicing toward Ivandafsky’s outstretched arm.

“Clang…”

Unexpectedly, a cyan light flashed along Ivandafsky’s arm, connecting with Chen’s sword aura with a metallic clang. His arm trembled but was not severed.

“Slash again…”

Chen’s expression was calm, betraying no surprise. He swung the sword once more, this time with the flying sword itself. Sensing grave danger, Ivandafsky hurriedly withdrew his arm.

“Howl…”

Yet no speed could outmatch Chen’s flying sword. Just as Ivandafsky’s elongated arm nearly retracted, the sword grazed his neck, slicing through half of it.

Though transformed into a quasi-wolf form, Ivandafsky emitted a heart-wrenching howl despite his grievous wound. He did not die but turned and fled while howling.

“Trying to escape? Not so easy. Earth Dragon, this wolf is your prey,” Chen Fengyun said without looking at the fleeing Ivandafsky, summoning the Earth Dragon and hurling it far out.

“Roar…”

Midair, the Earth Dragon suddenly grew larger, releasing a resonant roar. Confined in the pet space these days, it had been restless; now freed and with prey in sight, it was ecstatic.

“What? Mr. Chen even has such a powerful pet by his side?” The gathered onlookers were stunned. Seeing the Earth Dragon’s towering three-meter form and sensing its aura rivaling that of a master, many paled.

“Don’t let him escape,” Chen Fengyun commanded sharply.

Meanwhile, the Dark Blood assassin Wilson sensed danger and attempted to flee. Transforming into a blood raven, he sped away over twenty meters in another direction.