Who Dares Fight Me?!

"Good!"

"Brother Zhang is amazing!"

"Excellent! Brother Zhang has slain the three swordsmen of Peach Mountain. From this day forward, we should call them the Twelve Swordsmen, not the Twelve Cowards!"

Seeing Zhang Yang act so fiercely, killing three of the Twelve Swordsmen in succession.

Even the Loose Immortal immortals and demons from the south, who had initially been observing with indifference, were suddenly filled with renewed vigor and broke their silence, cheering loudly.

The strength of the Peach Mountain Swordsman has always been evident to all.

Before everyone's eyes, Zhang Yang killed three people in succession, all with near-effortless swift kills. Even though 'Daoist Guangyuan' has not yet shown up, it is enough to secure Zhang Yang a top-tier position.

The rumors and gossip vanished instantly.

There was no trace of any strange looks.

All the True Immortal cheered for Zhang Yang.

However, some people still have doubts.

The Void Patriarch was short and childlike, with his brows slightly furrowed. "Although Zhang Yang's strength is not weak, he is only Four-Tribulation True Immortal after all. How could he have such strength?"

It wasn't just him.

Many top experts on the South Bank were shocked to see Zhang Yang kill three One-Calamity True Immortal, and at the same time, they also had doubts in their hearts.

"Nothing special."

"Could there be some hidden mystery?"

"Perhaps Zhang Yang has some hidden tricks in that Golden Ring."

Upon seeing this, a hint of solemnity appeared in everyone's eyes.

However, Zhang Yang's killing of three of the Twelve Swordsmen of Peach Mountain is truly an exciting thing.

"Fan Peng 'Rising Sun Sword'".

"'Jade Sword' Mo Junshan".

"'Azure Sun Sword' Chen Sigu".

On the other hand, the north bank was rather silent, with low morale.

In this very first battle, three True Immortal have already perished, and all of them were renowned One-Calamity True Immortal.

Even though there are four factions.

Even among a group of righteous Loose Immortal.

At this moment, I couldn't help but feel heavy-hearted, as if a shadow had fallen over my heart.

Yu Zhenzi's face turned pale, and he remained silent.

His gaze swept across the Peach Mountain Formation, passing over Lan Chao 'Gentleman Sword' who ranked second among the Twelve Swordsmen.

Lan Chao's expression tightened, and he quickly lowered his head.

The righteous Loose Immortal around them also shook their heads.

"Lan Chao won't do."

Although Lan Chao ranked second among the Twelve Swordsmen, his strength was only slightly greater than that of Chen Sigu, Mo Junshan, and Fan Peng. The latter three were almost instantly killed by Zhang Yang, and Lan Chao was probably no better off.

In this situation, sending Lan Chao to the front lines would be tantamount to sending him to his death.

Yu Zhenzi clearly understood this principle, and his gaze did not linger on Lan Chao for long.

However, apart from Lan Chao, with Nangong Pojun, Great Victory Patriarch, and Gongsun Xun captured and missing, the only remaining top experts in Peach Mountain are Yu Zhenzi and the Peach Mountain Three Elders.

In terms of both reputation and cultivation, none of the four were on par with Zhang Yang.

Even if you win the match, it's not a glorious victory.

The group of Loose Immortal fell silent, not daring to attract Yu Zhenzi's attention, and unwilling to go on the field to their deaths.

However, the four factions are ultimately of the same ilk.

"Amitabha Buddha!"

After an awkward silence, a man emerged from the Great Mount Sumeru Formation in the Snow Ridge, clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddhist prayer, and said in a deep voice, "Let this old monk experience the high skill of Benefactor Zhang."

Upon seeing him, everyone immediately recognized him—

"Master Golden Lamp"

"Master, have mercy! With Master Golden Lamp's intervention, Zhang Yang's life is over!"

The four sects and all the righteous Loose Immortal were immediately taken aback when they saw this master. You must know that there are many powerful people below the Four Great Divine Monks of Snow Ridge, but this 'Master Golden Lamp' is definitely among the top.

Not only is Buddhism profound.

His Divine Ability powers and combat strength are by no means inferior to those of Peach Mountain Thunder Sword Immortal and Wine Sword Immortal. His cultivation level is comparable to that of a Sixth Tribulation True Immortal, and his combat strength is even slightly higher.

As for Zhang Yang...

Rumors say he was merely Four-Tribulation True Immortal!

With Master Golden Lamp's intervention, the immortals immediately felt reassured.

"Then I'll have to trouble Master Golden Lamp!"

Yu Zhenzi was overjoyed to see someone come to his rescue.

Master Golden Lamp nodded slightly, a faint smile on his face, and took a step forward, landing lightly on Dragon Spring.

"Good!"

"As expected of Master Golden Lamp."

"What a magnificent master!"

Seeing the masterly demeanor of the Master Golden Lamp, all the immortals cheered and offered their encouragement.

Dragon Spring.

Zhang Yang dared not be careless when he saw the 'Master Golden Lamp'.

Although he had just killed three swordsmen from Peach Mountain, each of them possessed the Bandit Cultivator.

But he always felt something was off.

Zhang Yang considered himself to be quite strong, but to say that he could instantly kill the three swordsmen, who were also 'Ten Tribulations' True Immortal, was just boasting.

But when he scanned the area with his Divine Sense, he saw that the three people had clearly perished, both their physical bodies and their souls.

Everything else may be fake, but the spirit and vital energy cannot be faked.

Furthermore, the Law Artifact on the three of them are all genuine treasures or near-treasures.

Even if Peach Mountain is wealthy and powerful, it wouldn't stoop to using the lives of three True Immortal at the 'Ten Tribulations' level, along with one Supreme Treasure and two Quasi-Supreme Treasures, to set a trap and deceive him.

Thinking to myself.

Then the 'Master Golden Lamp' came up.

Not daring to be distracted, he took out his Law Artifact and went up to meet them.

Bang bang bang!

Clang clang clang!

Not long after.

He raised his Golden Ring and smashed the Golden Body to pieces.

Master Golden Lamp —

Die!

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

"This--"

"How is this possible?!"

The immortals on the north bank were completely silent; the earlier cheers had long since vanished.

That's Master Golden Lamp!

Among the righteous sects and the four factions, he was a figure whose fame resounded throughout the land, even surpassing the Twelve Swordsmen of Peach Mountain.

He once traveled the world, subduing demons and monsters, and had many demons and monsters at the level of Nine Difficulties and Ten Tribulations under his command.

He died at Zhang Yang's hands after only a few rounds?!

Incredible!

Unbelievable!

Everyone held their breath.

Zhang Yang stood proudly atop Dragon Spring, his face expressionless, as if killing 'Master Golden Lamp' was entirely within his expectations.

"..."

"There's a ghost!"

Zhang Yang remained expressionless, but his heart was in his throat.

Something unusual must be going on!

He knows his own abilities better than anyone else.

It's somewhat possible to kill Chen Sigu and his two companions, but to say that they could kill 'Master Golden Lamp' within three moves is nothing short of a pipe dream.

But right now.

The golden Golden Body of Master Golden Lamp shattered right before him; his flesh turned to dust without the slightest deviation. And then, his soul shattered—

"The Golden Body is genuine."

"The physical body is also real."

"There's also the aura of divine soul—"

"Real."

"It's all true."

Zhang Yang felt even more puzzled.

Ever since he killed the second True Immortal, he had felt something was off. Now that even Master Golden Lamp had died at his hands, Zhang Yang felt even more uneasy.

Take a closer look.

A sudden Radiance flashed through Zhang Yang's mind—

"Bamboo leaves!"

"It's bamboo leaves!"

Zhang Yang's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly thought of something strange, "When the four people died, a piece of Green Bamboo leaf was also turned into dust."

The bamboo leaves were smashed to pieces by the Golden Ring.

No one but him could discover it.

Normal people wouldn't pay attention to these details.

But Zhang Yang, suspicious as he was, paid attention to every detail and was able to discover it.

"Bamboo leaves".

"Bamboo leaves".

"Could it be—"

Zhang Yang pondered for a moment, and a possibility came to mind.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang paused, his ears twitching slightly. Then, all the doubt and surprise vanished, replaced by a slight twitch of his eyebrows. If Lin Feng and Lin Ye were here, they would have seen that Zhang Yang was suppressing his shock, elation, and astonishment.

But Zhang Yang was seen.

He stands proudly atop Dragon Spring with his hands behind his back.

Gazing calmly at the immortals on the north bank, his white hair fluttering, he proclaimed in a clear voice, "Who dares to fight me?!"

"What a fine style!"

"No wonder he's called the 'White-Haired Thunder God'!"

"I never expected it to be so well hidden. The Peach Mountain Four Sects have suffered a great loss this time."

"Ha ha."

The immortals and demons on the South Bank saw Zhang Yang's arrogant and disdainful demeanor towards all living beings.

After a moment of silence, the atmosphere instantly reached its peak.

Ordinary True Immortal wouldn't care about the strangeness of it.

All they knew was that, facing the powerful Peach Mountain Four Sects, their side now had an extra top expert, which would likely shift the balance of power and was undoubtedly a huge advantage for them.

How could we not applaud?

Let's look at the South Bank again.

The atmosphere was oppressive.

Some were saddened, some were afraid.

Some people were angry.

Seeing the commotion on both sides of the river, Zhang Yang continued his tirade, laughing loudly towards the South Bank, "Peach Mountain Snow Ridge is nothing special. I, Zhang, could kill it with a flick of my wrist. Why would I need my teacher's help?!"

Qin Fan listened, feeling a surge of pride and a sense of triumph.

This is intolerable!

Within the Great Mount Sumeru Formation, the Four Great Divine Monks Vajra's Wrathful Gaze. Master Jifa, who was on par with Master Golden Lamp, leaped onto Dragon Spring and roared at Zhang Yang, "Old Devil Zhang Yang, do you dare to fight this old monk?"

Zhang Yang has not yet spoken.

Then a sneer came from behind, "Brother Zhang, you've killed four people in a row. Even a mortal butcher would need to rest for a while after killing four pigs. You old bald monk, you really know how to pick up bargains!"

Zhang Yang looked back.

Then a person stirred up a Black Wind that shot into the sky and landed on Dragon Spring.

Standing twelve feet tall and wielding a spiked club, he was none other than the top demon of the Southern Borderlands, the 'Black Mountain Patriarch'.

"So it's Brother Black Mountain."

Zhang Yang gave a slight bow to acknowledge the greeting, then waved his hand and said, "I can handle this mere legal matter. Thank you for your kindness, Brother Black Mountain."

"The four sects of True Immortal are all just pretty faces with no substance."

"This old ancestor once fought Zhang Yang to a draw."

"This bald monk Jifa is just as strong as the bald monk Jindeng. We should kill the old bald monk and bring glory to our Black Mountain!"

The Black Mountain Patriarch had his own agenda, wanting to make a name for himself and, incidentally, to seize the Law Treasure from Master Jifa.

He couldn't wait to jump out, but upon hearing Zhang Yang's words, he refused to listen and said, "Brother Zhang, don't underestimate me. Just watch as Black Mountain takes the head off that bald donkey!"

After saying that.

Before Zhang Yang could even open his mouth.

He leaped forward and engaged Master Jifa in battle.

"Even you demons shine with brilliance?!"

But it was clear that Master Jifa truly lived up to his reputation.

Cultivated by Buddhist teachings.

Physically strong.

He possesses immense strength.

In just three or five rounds, he struck out with a palm that landed on the Black Mountain Patriarch's heart, instantly killing his Primordial Spirit and scattering his Law Power.

"Ah!"

But then the Black Mountain Patriarch let out a miserable scream and died on the spot.

It revealed its true form: a black tiger that Attainment of the Dao.

The massive, black tiger corpse lay across Dragon Spring, leaving the immortals on the South Bank wide-eyed in disbelief.

They were all dumbfounded.

Those few Loose Immortal and demons who were Heart Movement to fight and make a name for themselves but were preempted by the Black Mountain Patriarch felt a chill run down their spines.

I felt a cold sweat break out on my back and was filled with lingering fear.

I felt even more lost—

Why was Zhang Yang able to kill Master Golden Lamp alive, while the Black Mountain Patriarch was instantly killed by Master Jifa?

"Amitabha Buddha."

Master Jifa ignored him, put his palms together, and put away the black tiger's corpse.

Standing atop Dragon Spring, he surveyed the crowd on the South Bank.