Chapter 171 Sweeping Across All Directions, Unrivaled

Yan Chu's voice rolled out, echoing between heaven and earth.

Such confidence made the many Jianghu people watching involuntarily feel their hearts stirred for him.

The faces of Zhao Jiyao and Su Zhirou turned deathly pale in an instant.

At this moment, they were only deeply worried about Yan Chu.

"What a Blade Demon Yan Chu! You are truly the number one Prodigy of this era!"

The Little Martial God Zhou Xi's gaze was burning; he wanted to see how Yan Chu planned to wrap this up.

"Yan Chu!"

Tong Zhiyuan's expression changed; he hadn't expected Yan Chu to actually dare say such things.

"Hmph!"

Meng Feixing was so angered by Yan Chu that he laughed. Did he think that just because he could take one punch, he could fight four people alone?

"Come, come, come! Take another punch from me!"

Meng Feixing's Aura rose infinitely, and the sky became turbulent. From deep within the distant mountains, he suddenly drew nine strands of Earth Qi, fusing them into his fist.

Nine-Nine Returning to One!

Boom!

This punch was truly earth-shattering, even stronger than the previous one. The air in front emitted a violent explosion as it ferociously descended toward Yan Chu.

"Retreat quickly!"

Tong Zhiyuan shouted urgently; even he felt deeply alarmed by this punch.

Even Meng Feixing could absolutely not use a fist light of such power consecutively.

Yan Chu turned a deaf ear to Tong Zhiyuan's warning.

He took a sudden step forward, treading in mid-air.

Where this foot landed, huge footprints appeared on the Yang River, causing the river water to collapse downward.

"Since you are known as the Northern Land Divine Fist, I will crush you with fist techniques!"

Arrogant!

Meng Feixing's eyes turned cold, and his fist light intensified by three points.

No one had ever dared to boast about surpassing him in fist techniques; Yan Chu was the first!

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Just as the fist light was about to approach within ten zhang of Yan Chu, it suddenly slowed down.

A large amount of frigid Qi permeated Yan Chu's body, freezing the surrounding space with astonishing cold, as if an isolated peak stood proudly above the river.

Heavenly Frost Fist, Proud Snow and Lingering Frost!

This was the strongest move of the Heavenly Frost Fist.

Only after Yan Chu's Three Points Returning to Origin Qi broke through to the ninth level did he master this final move.

With one punch, the fist light descended like clouds pressing down, with the frost river reflecting, and everything ahead seemed to be frozen.

Visible to the naked eye, the fist light gathered from the nine strands of Earth Qi exploded, froze, and decomposed.

"What!?!"

Meng Feixing cried out in alarm; his punch, executed with ten percent of his power, had been destroyed by Yan Chu as easily as crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood.

Not good!

Seeing the brilliant fist light coming in a grand manner, he hurriedly withdrew and retreated wildly.

At the same time, countless fist beams were smashed out with a rumble, shaking a radius of over ten miles.

The fist lights clashed and eroded each other, leaving everyone shocked.

Yan Chu could actually suppress Meng Feixing in fist techniques?

"Not good!"

"Meng Feixing is no match for Yan Chu!"

Southern Sky Sword Elder's eyes narrowed, and he attacked simultaneously.

Clang!

The sword light whistled, extremely domineering.

Countless biting Sword Qi enveloped Yan Chu, exuding a terrifying, unstoppable killing intent.

"Scram!"

Yan Chu joined his palms into a blade, his hand seemingly transforming into a true divine saber, slashing out a hundred-zhang saber light.

Six Arts of Arrogant Cold, A Glimpse of Startling Cold!

This slash was immensely domineering, its Aura seemingly even surpassing Southern Sky Sword Elder's Hegemon Sword Art.

"The Realm of No-Saber?!"

Southern Sky Sword Elder was greatly alarmed.

His gaunt body instantly retreated nearly a thousand zhang, avoiding the edge of the saber light.

Rumbling!

The Yang River was slashed open by this saber, leaving a hundred-zhang-long gash, and the river water poured in frantically.

"Rotting Demon Claw!"

Just as Yan Chu finished his slash, a huge shadow suddenly appeared in the sky.

A hundred-zhang-large vulture descended from the sky, a giant claw exuding a thick, rotten stench grasping toward his crown.

Looking closely, how could that be a vulture?

It was clearly a bald-headed old man!

His divine will had transformed into a vulture, deceiving everyone's perception.

But this could not deceive Yan Chu!

Seeking death!

Yan Chu coldly snorted, his boundless True Origin condensing on his index finger, and he pointed it out.

Boom!

The space above seemed to have been exploded by this point!

Three-Point Divine Finger, Returning to Origin Strike!

Bang!

"Ah!!!"

A burst sound mixed with a scream.

Ji Guiying clutched his severed hand and retreated wildly, astonished beyond words.

All of this takes a long time to tell, but it actually happened in the blink of an eye.

The three great experts attacked Yan Chu simultaneously, but were all forcefully repelled by him.

It left the watching Jianghu people confused, yet their blood boiled, and they were inexplicably excited.

"Great Hero Yan is too strong!!!"

"Even the elder Southern Sky Sword Elder is no match for him!!"

"Good!"

Tong Zhiyuan's Judge's Pen pointed out repeatedly, forcing Zheng Wan to retreat.

Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but cheer aloud.

Yan Chu was indeed arrogant.

But he had the capital to be arrogant!

This strength to sweep across everything was unexpected by everyone.

"Attack together!!"

Southern Sky Sword Elder came again, controlling his sword.

Although he couldn't understand why Yan Chu, at such a young age, had reached such a level in the Dao of the saber.

But now it was four against one; the advantage was with him!

If he couldn't kill Yan Chu today, it would only be harder in the future.

Boom!

As Southern Sky Sword Elder's voice fell, Meng Feixing attacked again, filled with hatred.

This time, he drew nine even thicker strands of Heaven and Earth Qi, condensing them into an extremely brilliant, pitch-black fist beam.

Ji Guiying, having had his palm exploded by Yan Chu's finger, was burning with rage.

Screech!

Hearing his screech, another Rotting Demon Claw tore through the air, and the air was filled with a fishy, rotten stench.

Zheng Wan was blocked by Tong Zhiyuan, yet she still split into several black shadows, each ethereal and hard to track, indistinguishable between real and fake, sealing off all of Yan Chu's retreat paths.

The four great experts attacked simultaneously, causing the heavens and earth on both banks of the Yang River to change.

The terrifying pressure rolled the thick clouds, and everyone and every beast within a radius of over ten miles felt as if a great disaster was imminent, their hearts heavy.

Swish!

The azure nether saber appeared in Yan Chu's hand.

The saber blade trembled incessantly, urgently wanting to drink blood.

He had reforged this blade by incorporating a large number of famous sabers, famous swords, and precious treasures, and it had now reached the level of a semi-divine weapon.

To a certain extent, it was in perfect harmony with Yan Chu.

"Sweeping Across a Thousand Armies!!!"

Yan Chu roared, and the snow-bright Saber Qi filled the entire heaven and earth, slashing down with force.

Boom!

The killing moves of the four Supreme Grandmasters were all completely extinguished under this one slash.

Countless saber lights, Sword Qi, fist beams, and claw forces exploded, completely severing the hundred-zhang Yang River.

Forming a lake with a radius of several hundred zhang, the river water was in constant turmoil.

"Ah!!!"

Ji Guiying screamed and retreated wildly again,

"Isn't it 'Sweeping Across a Thousand Armies'? Why is it 'Forcefully Slashing Mount Hua'?!!"

His other hand had also been severed by Yan Chu.

The Saber Qi was still lingering incessantly at the wound, causing unbearable pain.

Southern Sky Sword Elder and Meng Feixing did not fare any better; a huge saber mark appeared on both of their chests.

Saber Intent permeated, and Saber Qi ravaged.

If it weren't for the fact that they were both Supreme Grandmasters with powerful physiques and vigorous vitality, they would have been slashed in two by Yan Chu with this one strike.

Yan Chu held the azure nether saber in his hand, blood dripping from the blade edge.

The impact of this scene on everyone was too great.

The four experts attacked simultaneously, yet were broken by Yan Chu with a single slash.

Truly sweeping across all directions, unrivaled!

"Yan Chu! You—"

Meng Feixing endured the pain, unable to speak for a long time.

Yan Chu's smile was cold as he spoke:

"I just said, I would crush you with fist techniques!"

"Now I will give you a quick end!"

A flash of anger appeared in Meng Feixing's eyes,

"Do you think you have me cornered?"

"My fist technique still has one last move!"

Boom!

Before his voice had even fallen, Yan Chu had already punched out.

It was still the Heavenly Frost Fist from before.

Proud Snow and Lingering Frost! Its power was three points stronger, and even some Jianghu people over ten miles away could feel the frost and wind hitting their faces.

In front of this fist light, Meng Feixing discovered that he was unable to move; his body and mind were both frozen simultaneously.