Chapter 48: Mu Lingche’s Strength, Spiritual Snake Swordsmanship

Chapter 48: Chapter 48: Mu Lingche’s Strength, Spiritual Snake Swordsmanship

"He’s off drinking, gambling, and whoring again. Ignore him," Jia Chenglong said with a casual wave of his hand. "This batch of goods must be guarded closely. We ship it out of the city first thing tomorrow morning and load it at the docks!"

"Rest assured, Boss. Everything has been arranged," the Escort Master replied. "If anything goes wrong, you can have my head!"

"Good." Jia Chenglong patted his capable subordinate on the shoulder and continued outside, preparing to head home.

"Boss..." Another subordinate hurried over. "We just received word! Second Master was beaten up while drinking at Jixiang Hall. He’s severely injured!"

"What? Someone actually dared to injure my brother? They’re courting death!" Jia Chenglong flared up with instant rage.

Beating Jia Kaihu was a direct slap to his own face. It meant they didn’t take him seriously at all. This was absolutely unforgivable!

"Let’s go. I want to see exactly who has the audacity to pull a stunt like this!"

"No need to look. Your granddaddy is right here." A young man suddenly appeared on top of the wall, carrying a large object in his hand.

SWISH.

Mu Lingche tossed the object in his hand into the courtyard.

"Kaihu!" Jia Chenglong’s eyes went wide as he rushed forward to catch him.

WHOOSH.

Mu Lingche leapt into the air, throwing a punch at Jia Chenglong. His body moved like a giant roc, and his fist descended from the sky with a surging, powerful aura.

SWISH.

Jia Chenglong caught Jia Kaihu and simultaneously threw a punch upward to meet Mu Lingche’s strike. "A mere Eighth Grade dares to make an enemy of me?"

BANG.

Gang Qi exploded, sending shockwaves of power shooting in all directions. The astral winds swept out for several meters.

WHOOSH.

Mu Lingche flipped in the air and landed back on the ground.

STOMP.

Jia Chenglong unexpectedly took a step back as well, his expression shifting involuntarily. "Who are you? Where did you come from?"

For someone so young to possess such strength, his background was definitely not simple. How could his younger brother have provoked such a person?

"Someone like you isn’t worthy of knowing my name." Mu Lingche scoffed. True Gang circulated within his body, continuously nourishing his right hand, which had gone numb from the impact.

"Heh. Since you don’t want to talk, don’t blame me for beating you to death!" Jia Chenglong sneered. He reached out and grasped the air, causing the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi to gather and condense in his palm, causing his power to skyrocket. "Die!"

The Seventh Grade was known as Primordial Chaos. Its greatest characteristic was the ability to absorb, refine, and utilize the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, making its combat power incalculably higher than that of the Eighth Grade.

For an Eighth Grade to battle a Seventh Grade above their level was an almost impossible feat.

Furthermore, Jia Chenglong wasn’t just a newly advanced Seventh Grade; he was already at the Mid-Tier Seventh Grade. The power of this strike was enough to split mountains and crack the earth.

"You?" Mu Lingche scoffed, immediately dodging out of the way.

When at a disadvantage, he would absolutely not clash head-on like a fool!

WHOOSH.

Chen Qiang appeared. "Let me handle this."

He slashed downward with his saber, and a burst of Sword Gang erupted. It was a full ten feet long, sharp and terrifying.

"You..." Jia Chenglong’s eyes widened.

Why had another Seventh Grade appeared, and with such condensed aura? He instantly felt a bad premonition.

BANG.

The two forces collided. The resulting astral winds were ten times more terrifying than before, sweeping across a radius of over a dozen meters.

"Who exactly are you people?"

SWISH SWISH SWISH.

Four more figures appeared on the walls in four different directions.

"The people here to take you down!"

"Just surrender without a fight!" Lu Yuan said coldly.

"Fuck! Kill them!" Jia Chenglong’s expression changed, realizing the situation was dire.

He quickly threw a punch to deflect Chen Qiang’s Sword Gang, while his other hand made a grasping motion, pulling a Great Cutting Saber into his grip.

WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH.

In the courtyard, all the remaining personnel of the Longyun Escort Agency emerged.

There were actually a full thirty or forty of them. At least half of them were Ninth Grade, and there were also three Eighth-Grade Martial Artists. Their strength was nothing to scoff at.

"Kill!" Liu Zhi leapt down first, charging into the crowd.

SLASH SLASH.

He swung his long saber, easily taking out two men. Then, like a wolf among sheep, he hacked down three or four more in the blink of an eye.

"Hehe." Jianng Hongfei leapt down and went straight for an Eighth-Grade Martial Artist.

BANG BANG.

The Jianng Family’s Superior Flood Dragon Fist integrated offense and defense perfectly, allowing him to easily suppress his opponent.

WHOOSH.

Lu Yuan also jumped down, rushing into the group of Ninth Grade martial artists.

SLASH SLASH SLASH.

Wind-Breaking Nine Slashes!

Wind-Breaking Nine Slashes at Perfection!

In an instant, dozens of streaks of Saber Qi slashed outward, crisscrossing in all directions.

SQUELCH SQUELCH SQUELCH.

Silhouettes were sent flying, clothes tearing to reveal bloody gashes. With just a single slash, five men were hacked down.

WHOOSH.

Lu Yuan pressed deeper into their ranks, swinging his blade for another strike.

SLASH SLASH SLASH.

SQUELCH SQUELCH SQUELCH.

When he fought, he was even more frenzied than Liu Zhi. Because he possessed the Undying Body, he had no fear of injury. His killing speed was even faster.

These people were animals; they all deserved to die!

THUMP.

A Martial Artist threw a palm strike at Lu Yuan, his Gang Qi instantly shattering nearly half of the Saber Qi as he charged in close.

"Courting death!" Lu Yuan snorted coldly, fiercely chopping down with his long saber once more.

This time, he didn’t unleash a rapid flurry of slashes. Instead, he concentrated all his power to erupt in a single point. The resulting might was naturally terrifying, doubling its effectiveness.

THUMP.

The Martial Artist blocked the strike head-on with his Gang Qi. His body trembled, but his defense didn’t break in the slightest, and he closed the distance once again.

He had already achieved major mastery in Bone Tempering and had begun Bone Marrow Cleansing and Blood Exchange, making his Gang Qi even purer and stronger. He wanted to use his advantage in close-quarters combat to easily take down Lu Yuan.

"Get lost!" Lu Yuan swung his saber for another slash.

The Perfection level Wind-Breaking Nine Slashes was just as formidable in close combat; it wasn’t going to be broken that easily.

SWISH SWISH SWISH.

With a flourish of his long saber, Lu Yuan easily blocked the Martial Artist’s repeated attacks.

By now, Yu Qiuyang had also joined the fray, choosing to face off against an Eighth-Grade Martial Artist.

As such, it was two on one, and three on three. Only Liu Zhi was left dealing with over twenty people, putting him under immense pressure.

"I’ll help you!" Lu Yuan charged into the crowd, using the bodies of the mob to block that Martial Artist while throwing heavy punches himself.

SLASH SLASH SLASH.

He easily hacked down another two or three men.

"Watch out!" Liu Zhi warned, seeing the Eighth-Grade Martial Artist striking toward Lu Yuan.

"Worry about yourself." Lu Yuan’s body slipped away like a loach, easily dodging the attack. He was a specialist at group brawls.

SLASH SLASH.

He hacked down two more men. Fighting Ninth Grades was like a hot knife through butter.

"Argh!" The Martial Artist of Middle Tier Eighth Grade chased after Lu Yuan, throwing relentless attacks.

"Be careful," Lu Yuan reminded Liu Zhi as his figure flashed, continuing to weave and maneuver through the chaos. Liu Zhi’s slender frame wouldn’t be able to withstand a single punch from this Martial Artist of Middle Tier Eighth Grade.

Liu Zhi’s gaze grew resolute.

Surrounded by over a dozen people and at constant risk of clashing with the Eighth-Grade Martial Artist, he decided to no longer hold back.

SHING.

Liu Zhi stabbed his saber into the ground, then drew a Soft Sword from his waist.

SWISH SWISH SWISH.

SQUELCH SQUELCH SQUELCH.

Suddenly, Liu Zhi seemed to transform into a spiritual snake, darting back and forth amidst the encirclement of over twenty martial artists. Every time his sword flashed, at least two men were cut down. His combat power had multiplied several times over.

Spiritual Snake Swordsmanship—this was the Superior Martial Arts he truly specialized in.

"Nice," Lu Yuan couldn’t help but cheer.

BANG.

The Martial Artist of Middle Tier Eighth Grade hurled another punch straight at Lu Yuan’s head.

"Are you looking to die?" Lu Yuan suddenly spun around, switching his long saber to his other hand while a Golden Needle appeared between his fingers.

ZIP.

THWIP.

The body of the Martial Artist of Middle Tier Eighth Grade abruptly stiffened.

SLASH.

Lu Yuan’s left hand swept his long saber across, directly decapitating the man.

Then...

SLASH SLASH SLASH.

SQUELCH SQUELCH SQUELCH.

Coordinating with Liu Zhi, he rapidly injured or killed all the remaining Ninth Grade and sub-Ninth Grade martial artists.

"You all deserve to die!" Jia Chenglong was enraged. These men were his core foundation, his most loyal subordinates, and now they were being slaughtered.

"Copper Slave, come out! Kill them all!"