Lu Yang and Mo Xuan stood side by side, staring coldly at Young Master K.
Lu Yang's aura fluctuated unstably, while Mo Xuan radiated a far more sinister and impure Peak Golden Core pressure.
"You are only at Ealy stage Golden Core realm," Mo Xuan said coldly. "Even if you can fight one realm above, you still won't be able to touch us."
Lu Yang leaned closer and whispered, his voice low and tense,
"Be careful. This brat isn't simple… He cultivates both Body and Spirit. And we have no idea what other cards he's hiding."
Young Master K took a single step forward.
In that instant, his cultivation erupted.
A vast heavenly might descended upon the two of them, pressing down like an invisible mountain. Both Mo Xuan and Lu Yang's expressions changed.
Young Master K raised his sword. Grade 3 Sword Intent surged around the blade, intertwined with spiritual qi and Yin Vital Qi. The sword pulsed violently, shining like a miniature sun, as if it were ready to cleave heaven and earth apart.
A sharp, suffocating pressure stabbed into their eyes.
Both Mo Xuan and Lu Yang felt their instincts scream in alarm.
"What terrifying power… Is this really still Early Golden Core…?" Mo Xuan muttered, his tone no longer calm.
"Senior… we can't lower our guard," Lu Yang said grimly.
Young Master K slashed sideways.
A terrifying crescent of sword light tore through the air toward them.
The two hastily raised their weapons to block.
The moment the slash collided…
Boom!
A terrifying, piercing force erupted from the Grade 3 Sword Intent, layered with the explosive power of Spiritual Qi and Yin Vital Qi.
Lu Yang spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying several meters backward, crashing heavily into the ground.
Mo Xuan fared little better. Blood filled his mouth, which he forcibly swallowed back as his body slid backward, carving deep marks across the shattered ground.
The three black-robed Peak Foundation Establishment cultivators were having the time of their lives.
Surrounded by ten sword cultivators ranging from Early to Peak Foundation Establishment, they could do nothing but defend and cry like village girls cornered by bandits.
Blows rained down without mercy. Their bodies quickly turned black and blue, limbs trembling under the relentless assault, their once-arrogant expressions long gone.
One of the black-robed men desperately used Spiritual Sense to communicate with the other two.
"Where is Senior Mo?! Why isn't he helping us?!"
"He's being held back by that beautiful-looking bastard over there…" the second replied bitterly. "No matter what, we must hold on to our lives!"
Just then, the first man, eyes filled with desperation as fists smashed into his face again and again, suddenly shouted,
"You bastards! Stop your weapons! I am a subordinate of the Young Master of the Dark Pleasure Pavilion!"
"If you dare touch me today, he will come and wipe out this entire city! No one will be spared!"
The response was instantaneous.
A sword cultivator, high on the righteousness, moved like a shadow.
Fast. Clean. Merciless.
With a single slash, his sword cut cleanly across the man's neck. The head separated from the body and rolled across the ground.
"Oops, my apologies," the sword cultivator said casually, as if he had merely stepped on someone's foot. "You should've said so earlier. I didn't know you were such an important person."
The remaining two dark cultivators froze.
They opened their mouths, clearly about to repeat the same threat…
But before a single word could escape, cold light flashed.
Blades pierced through their throats and hearts, extinguishing their lives in an instant.
One overly excited sword cultivator laughed and said,
"You didn't mention your background, so don't blame us."
Silence fell over this part of the battlefield.
Only the clash between Su Wen and the Young Lord continued to echo.
Su Wen, in mid-fight, couldn't help but look at the sword cultivators with a strange expression.
Su Wen finally wiped the sweat from his face and steadied his breathing.
Lu Tang looked at him coldly and sneered.
"Oh? You managed to survive… but don't think your luck will last."
He drew his Grade 2 spear, its shaft wrapped in dark, impure evil qi, while a Grade 1 spear intent surged around it. With a shout, he charged straight toward Su Wen.
Su Wen did not move.
He only stared back with cold, dark eyes.
Then he calmly circulated the Heavenly Body Fist Technique and assumed a fist stance. Grade 2 Fist Intent wrapped around his knuckles as dense spiritual qi converged into his fists, humming with power.
The two closed the distance in an instant.
Spear and fist collided.
Boom!
A violent shockwave erupted outward.
Lu Tang grunted as blood leaked from the corner of his mouth and he staggered back several steps. His eyes widened in disbelief. Su Wen had not even used his full strength, yet the force had travelled from the spear into his arm… from his arm into his entire body.
'These dark cultivators may advance quickly… but they are hollow and the price they pay is too much,' Su Wen thought calmly.
Without hesitation, he activated the Celestial Void Steps.
His figure blurred.
In the same breath, he combined it with the Heavenly Body Fist Technique and rushed straight toward Lu Tang.
His fist descended like a falling star, carrying overwhelming force.
Lu Tang, still reeling from the previous clash, barely managed to raise both arms to block.
Crack!
Su Wen's fist smashed into his guard. Bones cracked audibly as Lu Tang was sent flying backward into the rubble. Stones and dust exploded as he slammed into the ground with a pained groan. His spear slipped from his grasp and skidded away.
Struggling to rise, his arms numb and body covered in injuries, Lu Tang spat out blood and roared,
"Y-You bastard…! I am the Young Lord of Moon City! How dare you touch me?! My father will kill you!"
Before he could finish-
Su Wen's feet blurred again.
In one smooth motion, he swept low and kicked Lu Tang on the left side of his face.
Crack!
Facial bones shattered as Lu Tang flew like a broken kite.
Su Wen followed instantly.
This time, his kick landed mercilessly in Lu Tang's crotch.
A shrill, miserable scream tore from his throat.
"A-AAh!!… Y-You-!"
Su Wen showed no mercy.
His fist struck Lu Tang's dantian, shattering his cultivation and cutting off his internal energy. Lu Tang's body convulsed as all strength drained away.
Next came crushing blows to his shoulders, joints snapping. Then his legs, bones breaking under merciless strikes.
Finally, Su Wen rained punches onto the left side of his already ruined face until it became a bloody, mangled mess, completely unrecognizable.
Lu Tang collapsed, utterly defeated.
Su Wen stood over the Young Broken Lord, his shadow stretching across the blood-soaked ground like the blade of fate itself.
Lu Tang lay on his back, trembling, desperately trying to crawl away.
"Father!!… Father!!… Father, save me!!"
He looked around in panic, searching for Lu Yang.
Su Wen walked toward him slowly and said calmly,
"Looking for your father? Don't worry… I'll take you to him."
He grabbed Lu Tang by the neck and forced his head to turn in a certain direction.
With his bloodied right eye… the left one already destroyed… Lu Tang saw what Su Wen wanted him to see.
His body froze.
He began trembling violently, mumbling incoherently.
Su Wen leaned close and whispered into his ear, his eyes dark and cold.
"Do you know who that Young Master K really is…?"
A slow, chilling laugh escaped his lips.
"She is my precious wife."
Then his voice turned even colder.
"My lovely wife… Du Yue."
"You searched for her everywhere… and now she's right there."
His lips curved slightly.
"And you dared to harm my wife… did you ever think this day would come?"
He glanced toward the sky again and muttered with a hint of jealousy,
"Look at her… that aura, that presence… she's like a protagonist stepped straight out of a novel."
Lu Tang shuddered violently, terror flooding deeper than any wound.
Su Wen let the silence linger.
Each heartbeat felt like a drum of doom.
"Ending you here would be easy… too merciful," he said softly. "There are girls in that basement. Innocents you have tormented. They will decide your fate."
His gaze sharpened like a blade.
"Their justice is worth far more than any punishment I could give."
Lu Tang's pupils shrank violently, fear consuming what little will he had left.