180: Chapter 18 Unbelievable

"If we're fighting, then fight! Stop wasting words!"

Chen Zilong let out a cold snort. Lightning flashed at his feet as he pushed the 'Three Thousand Thunder Movements' movement technique to its limit, his figure instantly blurring.

In the next moment, he appeared right in front of Tian Yin, who had just steadied himself!

"Second punch!"

Another simple, unadorned heavy punch, carrying the roar of wind and thunder, shot straight for Tian Yin's face!

The air compressed and exploded where the fist passed!

Tian Yin hastily crossed his arms to block while simultaneously activating his protective spiritual light.

"Boom!"

The fist smashed into his crossed arms with a dull thud of bone and flesh.

Tian Yin grunted again, intense pain shooting through his arms as his protective spiritual light shattered upon impact.

The force sent him sliding backward over ten zhang, his feet plowing two deep grooves into the rock before he barely managed to halt his retreat.

A sweet taste rose in his throat—another mouthful of blood surged up, which he forcefully swallowed down.

This was too humiliating!

Too disgraceful!

He, a dignified Nascent Soul Cultivator and Elder of the Xuan Yin Sect, was being pummeled one punch after another without any chance to fight back by a mere junior at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, in a manner almost like a street brawl!

The key was that his proud Xuan Yin True Fire and spells seemed drastically less effective against his opponent, while the power behind those fists was absurdly immense!

"It's not over yet!"

Chen Zilong, seizing the advantage, pressed on relentlessly. His figure closed in like a shadow.

This time, he didn't use his fist. Instead, he twisted his waist and hips, unleashing a powerful whip kick that whistled through the air, viciously sweeping toward Tian Yin's temple!

Tian Yin finally snapped out of his initial shock and humiliation. After all, he was a Nascent Soul Cultivator with rich combat experience.

He abruptly ducked, narrowly avoiding the lethal whip kick.

Simultaneously, his right hand formed a claw, black light flickering at his fingertips with a sharpness that seemed to tear space itself, as he viciously clawed toward Chen Zilong's midsection!

If this strike connected, it would be enough to disembowel him!

Chen Zilong seemed to have anticipated it. As his whip kick missed, he used the momentum to spin his body, his left elbow striking like a hammer, accurately slamming into Tian Yin's incoming wrist!

"Thud!"

Elbow and wrist collided, producing a metallic clang.

Tian Yin's wrist went numb, his attack thwarted.

Chen Zilong, however, used the force of the collision to create some distance again, then opened his mouth and spat!

"Startling Thunder!"

"Boom—!"

A bolt of condensed, azure-blue lightning, as thick as a bowl's mouth, shot from his mouth at extreme speed. Carrying the majestic, purifying might of heavenly wrath, it struck straight at Tian Yin's chest!

Tian Yin's face changed dramatically. This thunder technique, supremely yang and unyielding, was the natural bane of his Xuan Yin cultivation method!

He hastily summoned a black bone shield to block in front of him.

"Crack!"

The bone shield held for only a moment before the lightning bolt covered it in cracks, its spiritual light dimming as it was sent flying away.

The residual thunder force slammed fiercely into Tian Yin's protective aura. It left his entire body numb, his qi and blood churning. His hair stood on end, smoking faintly, and his Taoist robe was scorched black. Utterly disheveled, he was blasted backward once more.

In just a few breaths, the exchanges were swift and fierce.

Chen Zilong employed fists, legs, and thunder techniques in a seamless, storm-like onslaught—simple, brutal, and effective!

Meanwhile, Tian Yin, this Nascent Soul Cultivator, was suppressed from start to finish. Aside from blocking and taking hits, he had hardly managed to mount a decent counterattack!

Everyone watching from above and below the cliff was stunned.

Wang Tianba looked up, mouth agape, his giant hammer nearly slipping from his grip.

He had thought that with Elder Tian Yin making a move, capturing Chen Zilong would be as easy as picking something up. He had even started planning how to torture the young man later.

But this scene before him...

Elder Tian Yin was getting beaten up?

Spitting blood from Chen Zilong's punches?

Zhou Yi, Zhou Xiao, Su Ling, and all the members of the Zhou Family were dumbfounded, their minds blank.

They knew Chen Zilong was strong, capable of crippling Wang Bufan with one punch, but...

But this was a Nascent Soul Cultivator!

Chen Zilong was actually...

Suppressing a Nascent Soul Cultivator?

Su Ling instinctively covered her mouth, letting out a soft gasp:

"Too... too brutal!"

Her words echoed everyone's thoughts.

What kind of magical combat was this?

This was practically a one-sided beating!

Even though the one getting beaten was an old Nascent Soul monster, watching it...

Why did it feel so satisfying?

After a few exchanges, Tian Yin was disheveled, his hair loose, his Taoist robe in tatters, bloodstains at the corners of his mouth and on his chest—not a shred of the dignity befitting an Elder of the Xuan Yin Sect remained.

He clutched his aching stomach; that last punch had almost knocked the previous day's meal out of him.

Tian Yin looked at Chen Zilong not far away, who still had steady breathing and even a trace of a mocking smile at his lips.

He then looked down at the blood he had coughed up into his palm.

An unprecedented mix of shame, fury, and dread toward Chen Zilong's bizarre power completely overwhelmed his reason.

This couldn't go on any longer!

With so many people watching, how could he, a dignified Elder of the Xuan Yin Sect and a Nascent Soul Cultivator, continue to be publicly beaten into such a state by a mere Nascent Soul junior? How would he ever show his face in the Central Region again?

He was about to bring utter disgrace to the Xuan Yin Sect!

He abruptly turned his head, looking down at Wang Tianba, who was still dumbstruck, and roared hoarsely in furious desperation:

"Wang Tianba! What the hell are you standing there gawking for?! Get up here and help me capture this brat together!!"

"After I deal with him, I'll share a copy of the cultivation techniques obtained from soul-searching with your Wang Family!"

Wang Tianba was jolted awake by the shout. Looking at the disgraced Tian Yin in the air and hearing "share a copy of the techniques," greed instantly overpowered all other thoughts.

Chen Zilong's cultivation techniques were so formidable they could suppress even a Nascent Soul Cultivator. If he could obtain them...

The Wang Family might soar to new heights, perhaps even replace the Xuan Yin Sect's position in this region!

"Don't worry, Elder! Wang is coming!"

Wang Tianba bellowed, hefting his giant hammer. The spiritual power of the Nascent Soul Great Perfection stage erupted from his body as he prepared to shoot into the sky.

"Wang Tianba! How dare you!"

Seeing this, Zhou Yi grew frantic and instinctively moved to intercept.

No matter how strong Chen Zilong was, facing both a Nascent Soul Cultivator and a Nascent Soul Great Perfection expert simultaneously would mean almost certain doom!

"Zhou Yi!"

Tian Yin sharply turned his head, his gaze venomous as a snake's, fixing Die Die on Zhou Yi. His voice was icy and piercing, "If your Zhou Family dares interfere, do you believe this old man will report to the sect today and have your entire Zhou Family exterminated?! Not a soul, not even a chicken or dog, will be left!"

The words "exterminated" struck Zhou Yi's heart like two heavy hammers.

His just-initiated step froze instantly.

He clenched his teeth so hard they creaked, his fists tightening until his fingernails dug deep into his palms, blood seeping from between his fingers.

But he dared not move further.

He could risk his life for a debt of gratitude.

But he could not gamble with the lives of the entire Zhou Family, hundreds of people!

The Xuan Yin Sect truly had both the capability and the infamous reputation to do it!

He lowered his head in agony, shoulders trembling slightly—a sign of extreme rage and utter powerlessness.

Seeing her father's state, Zhou Xiao felt as if her heart were being sliced. She looked up at that figure in the air, standing alone against powerful foes, gritted her teeth, and was about to charge forward:

"Chen..."

"Xiao'er! No!"

Su Ling and Zhou Yi simultaneously grabbed her, shaking their heads vigorously at her, their eyes filled with pleading and anguish.

They could not watch their daughter rush to her death.

Tears welled up and spilled from Zhou Xiao's eyes. Seeing the despair in her parents' eyes and that solitary back in the air, she hated her own weakness more than ever before.

"Hahaha! If you want your family exterminated, Zhou Yi, just come ahead!"

Seeing Zhou Yi retreat, Wang Tianba grew even more arrogant. With a wild laugh, he hefted his giant hammer, transforming into a streak of black light that shot skyward, charging straight at Chen Zilong!

Behind him, the Wang Family elders and guest advisors, seeing their family head join the fray, also began shouting, each displaying their own methods.

Over a dozen figures followed closely, encircling and charging toward Chen Zilong in the air!

They intended to seize this opportunity to completely eliminate this formidable threat once and for all!