Fierce Blast from the Sky

"It's that lowborn!" Zhang Quan shouted in disbelief.

The light rain had long stopped, and the moonlight cast down, allowing everyone to clearly see Yan Nu's face.

He was bare-chested, barefoot, wearing only a pair of blood-stained, tattered trousers.

The wounds on his body had already healed, but countless scars crisscrossed them, their color different from the surrounding skin.

His long black hair was simply tied up with a grass rope, looped around several times and pulled high.

Not sure if it was out of shame, Yan Nu also wore a grass ring around his chest, which did cover some of his exposed skin.

Zhang Quan stared intently at the surge of energy erupting from beneath Yan Nu's feet: "Is this... leg wind?"

"How can he be so strong? What did that monster teach him?"

Below Three Essences Body Tempering, True Qi couldn't be projected externally. Relying solely on True Qi to transform into force, to stir the air into such terrifying shockwaves... wouldn't that consume forty years of cultivation like self-destruction?

Who would actually do that? Use up all their True Qi in one go just to leap into the air? Even if someone did, they couldn't possibly unleash so many consecutive bursts.

Therefore, Yan Nu definitely wouldn't be using it like that; he must have some incredible amplification technique.

Zhang Quan's thoughts were basically the same as Huang Banyun's, but Mr. Feng's expression was grave: "Be careful! His True Qi is outrageously abundant!"

"What?" Zhang Quan was stunned.

Immediately after, a massive wave of energy descended from the sky. It was Yan Nu, who, towards the stunned crowd, heavily punched down.

"Whoosh!"

Zhang Quan countered with a sword qi, which cut through the punch like a boat breaking through waves. He even had surplus power, aiming directly for Yan Nu.

Energy was just energy; it couldn't compare to True Qi directly solidifying and taking form.

No matter how great the explosive force, it was merely a gust of wind.

"Hmph!" Zhang Quan circulated his protective True Qi, directly resisting the gust of wind. His body only swayed slightly.

Facing the sword qi, Yan Nu couldn't dodge in time, so he simply swept his spear horizontally!

"Bang!"

A sound like metal striking stone exploded in mid-air! The sword qi dissipated with a roar!

Although the sword qi's quality crushed him, and he couldn't block it with just his fist wind, his forty years of cultivation poured into the Mysterious Iron Spear were not to be trifled with.

Yan Nu blocked the sword qi, and his forward momentum was incidentally halted. He rolled and fell, about to crash into the ground, when he slammed one palm down onto the air below!

With a "bang," his entire body seemed to hit an invisible air wall, momentarily suspending him. He even stomped on the air, performing a second jump and flipping backward.

However, lacking fundamental skills, he couldn't land steadily. Ripples of energy emanated from his sides as he subtly adjusted his balance. His body tensed like a sculpture, wobbling like a roly-poly toy three times before finally stabilizing.

"Great Emperor White Jade Scripture!" Mr. Feng's brow furrowed.

He possessed an extremely keen sense of qi. From a distance, he could tell that Yan Nu wasn't amplified by some secret technique, but rather his internal True Qi flowed like a mighty river.

His acupoints were filled with energy, and the Xuanji and Huagai acupoints, in particular, had vortexes of energy like the eye of a storm.

"Is this kid from the Mount Tai Immortal Sect? Aren't you looking for death by chasing him? I knew something was going to happen!"

Mr. Feng's tone was filled with extreme caution. This was a renowned sect.

It was by no means comparable to places like Zhongnan Mountains, Mount Cangwu, or Jiuhua Mountain. Although these blessed lands gathered many cultivators, they were merely branches of a lineage.

For a place to establish a sect in this world and be called an Immortal Sect, it must have produced at least one True Immortal!

However, Mr. Feng's caution was completely meaningless.

Zhang Quan said coldly, "Mr. Feng, the Mount Tai Immortal Sect was destroyed by the Demonic Path forty years ago! As for the Great Emperor White Jade Scripture, my Zhang Family has a fragmented copy! This brat is just a lowborn. I don't know what methods the Water Demon used! He became so powerful in just a few days?"

"Ah? The Mount Tai Immortal Sect is gone?" Mr. Feng was astonished.

He had been imprisoned for fifty years and hadn't expected that not only had the world fallen into chaos with countless rising stars, but the cultivation world had also undergone such a terrifying upheaval.

Without a doubt, this was a time of great contention!

"Then how does this kid have so much True Qi?" Mr. Feng's eyes were vacant.

If he were from the Mount Tai Immortal Sect, having an outrageous amount of True Qi would be plausible. Each sect had profound foundations, which were ultimately just built up with resources.

But since he was a lowborn, and his strengthening only happened in the past few days, that was truly bizarre.

Zhang Quan raised an eyebrow: "A lot? How much could it be?"

Mr. Feng's tone was serious: "A hundred times yours!"

"Ha?" Zhang Quan gaped, suspecting he had misheard.

"Impossible! A hundred times? Just a few days ago he was a lowborn!"

The Martial Artists present felt their worldview being shattered.

"Hehehe..." Shen Leling emerged from a stream of water beside Yan Nu.

"Yan Nu'er! I was prepared to stall until dawn waiting for you to finish your seclusion! I didn't expect you to complete your Body Tempering so quickly. It wasn't a waste of my effort explaining things to you."

Shen Leling showed a look of relief and satisfaction. Yan Nu's speed in Body Tempering far exceeded his expectations.

Yan Nu was also very happy: "Yeah, I succeeded on the first try! Then I tested its power, and the recoil actually sent me flying..."

"I thought, hey, forces are mutual, can't I use this to fly?"

Shen Leling exclaimed in surprise, her eyes shining: "You, you succeeded on your first try? Good, good, good! A prodigy! My prodigy!"

While she was healing, she carefully explained Body Tempering a few times and then sent Yan Nu to the back mountain to practice on his own, instructing him not to return until he had mastered Primordial Body Tempering.

Inwardly, she was very worried that Yan Nu would misunderstand and fail repeatedly at Body Tempering.

If she couldn't hold out then, she would have no choice but to flee with Yan Nu in a sorry state.

Fortunately, Yan Nu didn't disappoint her. He succeeded on his first try? His martial arts comprehension was also top-notch?

Not only that, but Yan Nu even had time to practice and discover such a explosive movement technique on his own!

"Hehehe..." Shen Leling leaned against Yan Nu's side, looking at the enemies playfully: "I said you were here to die, and you are indeed here to die!"

As she spoke, she patted Yan Nu's shoulder: "I'll handle this one ghost and one person. You take care of the other trash first!"

The four martial artists, excluding Zhang Quan, were also masters of Three Essences Body Tempering. However, their combat strength was slightly weaker than Zhang Quan's. To be called trash, they couldn't help but feel enraged.

"Tch! Having a lot of True Qi means you can do whatever you want!"

One martial artist made the first move, stepping forward and drawing his sword with lightning speed. A scorching Sword Qi surged towards them.

"A martial artist's strength is never determined by the amount of True Qi... Damn it!"

Yan Nu's feet stomped, kicking up dust, and he shot forward as if he had been thrown.

In mid-air, there was another explosion. The air behind him roared, creating a gust of wind that propelled him forward in a second acceleration!

At the same time, he swung his arm, and the Mysterious Iron Spear whistled down, smashing the Sword Qi with a roar.

The martial artist stared in horror as the spear lunged towards him, desperately dodging to the side.

However, Yan Nu was too fast, and the Mysterious Iron Spear was long. As he swung it down, he slightly altered its direction, sweeping it diagonally!

"Pfft!"

The martial artist's movement technique was already fast, but his arm was still grazed. Flesh and blood burst out on the spot, and he couldn't hold his sword, which was flung away.

The immense force even sent him tumbling twenty feet away!

Yan Nu, still propelled by inertia, leaped through the air. Seeing that he was about to crash into a tree, he quickly threw a punch, finally stopping his momentum.

The wind from his punch roared, shaking the tree so violently that fallen leaves rained down.

Everyone present was stunned. They had never fought someone whose every move was like a self-detonation. They had thought they could win with exquisite techniques, but once they actually fought... they realized how terrifying it was.

What techniques were bullshit? Every move he made had immense power, and he wasn't slow either. He simply overpowered them with brute force!

"You guys..." Fallen leaves fluttered all over Yan Nu. He turned around, a kind smile on his face.

"If you want to leave, leave quickly. If you want to stay, lie down... Come at me if you don't fear death!"

He said it sincerely, but others were infuriated.

"Damn it, this lowborn..." The remaining three martial artists looked solemn. Although they were annoyed, they didn't dare to confront Yan Nu head-on again.

They dispersed instantly, attacking from all angles simultaneously!

Seeing this, Yan Nu didn't say a word. He locked onto one target and charged!

The shockwaves behind him roared, making him look like a meteor crashing down, pouncing on one person and hammering them!

"Bang!"

The man's movement technique was superb. As he dodged and pulled away, he suddenly ducked to avoid the spear's horizontal sweep.

The corner of his mouth curled slightly. He turned and slashed his sword upwards diagonally.

At this point, the two had already passed each other. Since Yan Nu had charged straight forward, the man's sword almost grazed Yan Nu's back as it slashed diagonally.

Yan Nu's entire body moved with inertia. A large gravel rock stood in front of him, and he was bound to rebound and slow down, just like before.

That moment of stiffness would surely kill him.

However, something unexpected happened. Yan Nu didn't slow down at all. With a roar, he crashed into the rock, sending powder flying.

Then, he scraped against the gravel, turned, and used his spear to disperse the Sword Qi.

With another bang, he propelled himself up. This time, he didn't have time to swing his spear and collided with the enemy head-on.

"Pfft!" The man spat out a mouthful of blood, his face ashen. He flew back ten feet and rolled another ten feet on the ground, unable to get up.

Yan Nu showed no signs of stopping, instantly charging towards the remaining two.

The remaining two martial artists unleashed consecutive Sword Qi attacks, blocking Yan Nu's dodging angles.

Yan Nu didn't understand techniques; his fighting was purely instinctive.

He couldn't even see the crisscrossing Sword Qi, let alone dodge it. He simply stomped his foot and leaped into the sky.

While dodging all the Sword Qi, Yan Nu accelerated the air again, using the recoil force not only to stop his descent but also to jump several feet higher in mid-air!

Hovering for a moment, he repeated his trick, leaping sideways in a three-stage jump, flying several dozen feet.

He repeated this, four stages! Five stages! Leaping left and right, soaring through the air, he didn't come down!

The crowd's Sword Qi could only travel thirty feet, and Yan Nu was jumping so high that they couldn't hit him. They could only look up in despair.

But once their moves stopped, Yan Nu directly swooped down, swinging his iron spear in a wild flurry.

"How are we supposed to fight this!"

"He can fly!"

They had never encountered such a troublesome enemy, and for a moment, they were thrown into disarray, struggling to escape.

Shen Leling, seeing this, was overjoyed. Originally, Yan Nu lacked finesse in his moves, possessing strength but not agility, let alone the ability to pursue.

The big yellow dog from before, while unable to defeat Yan Nu, could easily escape him.

But now, with this self-created fighting style akin to 'Fierce Blast from the Sky,' Yan Nu had actually compensated for his lack of mobility!

Originally, these martial artists could have used their Qinggong to evade and counter with Sword Qi, delaying for a long time.

But Yan Nu would often use his 'forty years of cultivation' to accelerate, sweeping his iron spear, and anything it touched would be met with death or severe injury! Who could withstand that?

As Yan Nu rampaged, Mr. Feng, who was fighting Shen Leling in the distance, glanced over. Seeing the shattered rocks on the ground, his expression was one of surprise and uncertainty. Truly worthy of the Great Emperor White Jade Scripture, he thought.

"Mr. Feng, quickly bring your Corpse Soldiers over!" Zhang Quan urged anxiously, his face grim.

He hadn't wanted any elite forces to be lost in this battle, which was why he had killed dozens of elders from nearby villages to allow Mr. Feng to refine powerful Corpse Soldiers to be used as expendables.

However, Yan Nu's strength was completely outside his calculations.

He was killing too fast! In just two exchanges, the top martial artists cultivated by his family were now one dead and one crippled, with two more on the verge of death. How could he not be anxious?

"Zhang Quan, let's go! It's not worth it." Mr. Feng analyzed the situation briefly and decisively decided to retreat.

Even with fifty first-rate Corpse Soldiers, what good would that do? It would only delay things for a moment.

Moreover, without the Corpse Soldiers to engage, the vast number of Vine Armor Soldiers could surround them, and that would be troublesome.

He judged that the martial artists present, combined, were no match for Yan Nu, unless he personally intervened.

But although Mr. Feng had a move that could kill Yan Nu, the Water Nymph of Laoshan was not to be trifled with either.

Since it was not feasible, it was better to retreat for now and make long-term plans.

"No matter how strong he is, he's still a Mortal. Use your magic to harm him! Drain him!" Zhang Quan was somewhat unwilling.

"Heh!" Mr. Feng rolled his eyes and pointed his long sword forward. Wisps of Ghost Fire flew out.

The Ghost Fire moved extremely fast, and its trajectory was erratic. Shen Leling casually raised a stream of water, extinguishing only half of them. The remaining half struck Yan Nu directly.

This Ghost Fire could sever life force and refine Essence Souls.

However, a surge of water vapor emanated from Yan Nu, and a faint green pattern appeared on his chest. With a few sizzling sounds, the Ghost Fire was extinguished before it could even display its power!

"There!" Mr. Feng said, not surprised in the least. "This demoness gave him a third of her Life Source Spring to forge a protective charm. Ordinary harmful spells will be dispelled!"

"Unless you give me the Vitality Restoration Pill!"

As Mr. Feng spoke, he formed a hand seal.

Instantly, all the Corpse Soldiers in the distance abandoned the Vine Armor Soldiers and surged towards Yan Nu as if driven mad.

They moved like phantoms, shrouded in black mist, their eyes glowing green.

Yan Nu showed no fear of this, even feeling a sense of excitement!

"Another group of suicidal fools... Huh?"

Yan Nu's excitement suddenly froze, and he stared in astonishment at one of the Corpse Soldiers. "Village Chief?"