Wrathful Vajra

Wang Lang waved his sleeve again and sent out a signal. In the blink of an eye, six Bone Forging Realm martial artists charged forward together.

Like hungry wolves, they attacked Xia Qi'an from different directions all at once.

Their movements were swift and fierce. Every one of them was an expert among those in the Bone Forging Realm.

Xia Qi'an was trapped in the midst of their encirclement, yet he stood as steady as Mount Tai.

"Whoosh." "Whoosh."

In an instant, two Bone-Piercing Nails shot out like lightning, flying straight for Xia Qi'an's eyes.

One of the six was an expert in hidden weapons, and he was the one who had launched the Bone-Piercing Nails.

Xia Qi'an raised a hand to shield his eyes.

With two metallic clangs, the Bone-Piercing Nails struck the back of his hand and spun away.

However, the six men had clearly planned everything meticulously before stepping onto the platform. Their encirclement was as airtight as a heavenly net and an earthly snare.

Just as Xia Qi'an divided his attention to block the hidden weapons, the attacks of the others came one after another like a violent storm.

A huge hammer descended like a ghost, smashing silently into Xia Qi'an's back.

"Boom..."

Caught off guard, Xia Qi'an staggered from the blow.

But that was not the end. Another man swung his saber and slashed at him, striking Xia Qi'an on the neck.

The remaining men also focused their attacks on Xia Qi'an's vital points.

They tried to find a fatal weakness in him.

Under their many-sided assault, Xia Qi'an was forced down onto one knee, both hands braced hard against the ground.

"Boom..."

"Clang."

"Clang."

"Clang."

The six men raised their weapons and continually hacked and hammered at Xia Qi'an from all sides.

The six of them felt as though they were attacking a Vajra statue.

That kind of impact was simply inconceivable when inflicted on a human martial artist.

The six worked together with perfect coordination, pouncing like hungry tigers on their prey and giving Xia Qi'an no chance to catch his breath.

They continued attacking the vital points all over Xia Qi'an's body, trying to expose a flaw.

However, their wishful thinking was doomed to fail.

That was because the Golden Body Technique Xia Qi'an cultivated was like a wall of bronze and an iron fortress. It had no weaknesses at all.

With the aid of the Crimson Pupils, every time he circulated his cultivation, his qi and blood flowed through his entire body like a surging river, flawless and complete.

Even a most basic technique could display its greatest effect in Xia Qi'an's hands.

That was precisely why the Golden Body Technique, a technique poorly regarded among martial artists, had shown effects in Xia Qi'an that far surpassed everyone else's understanding.

"Put some strength into it... You can't even muster the strength to hit someone, yet you call yourselves experts...?"

Just as the six men thought he had lost the power to fight back, Xia Qi'an suddenly gritted his teeth and let out an angry roar.

At this, all six men underwent a drastic change in expression and retreated in alarm as one.

"Good heavens... What kind of monster is this...?"

"Six Bone Forging Realm martial artists joined forces, and they still couldn't do anything to him..."

"Can an Iron Body technique really be cultivated to such a nonhuman level?"

Everyone below the platform was left dumbstruck. They could not help exclaiming in astonishment, as though they had witnessed something utterly unbelievable.

Earlier, Xia Qi'an had made one careless move and then been suppressed, unable to rise under their successive attacks.

Now that the six men had been frightened back,

he finally had a chance to catch his breath and slowly stood up again.

"Roar..."

Xia Qi'an let out a furious shout and used Ghost Shadow Traceless. His figure seemed to split into three, moving like a ghost.

He turned and attacked the burly black man wielding two great hammers.

This black man possessed astonishing strength, and he had attacked Xia Qi'an the most fiercely.

Xia Qi'an had always held a grudge against anyone who struck him.

Once he recovered his senses, he remembered only that this dark-skinned brute had hammered him the hardest.

"So fast..."

The black-faced man's heart jolted as he watched Xia Qi'an's two fists swell larger in his pupils like meteors.

In the time it took sparks to fly, the black man raised the copper hammers in his hands and smashed them forward.

Xia Qi'an's twin fists slammed into the two copper hammers.

"Clang..."

The black man let out a strange cry. The two copper hammers flew from his hands, and his center was left wide open.

After breaking through the black-faced brute's center with two punches, Xia Qi'an followed up, rushed inside, and tackled the black man to the ground.

Caught completely unprepared, the black man found Xia Qi'an straddling him. The despicable move looked just like a street brawl.

The black-faced brute's eyes became bloodshot. He glared furiously through clenched teeth and clamped both hands tightly around Xia Qi'an's neck.

Xia Qi'an's face was savage and terrifying, but he remained unmoved.

He swept his hands aside and knocked the black man's arms away.

Immediately afterward, his fists became palms. He struck the man's chest with a Fire Cloud Palm.

"Bang..."

After that one palm strike, the black-faced brute spat out a mouthful of old blood, rolled his eyes back, and passed out completely.

After dealing with the black-faced brute, Xia Qi'an fell utterly into a frenzied state.

He rose and charged at the remaining men.

He only regretted that he could not strike to kill. Otherwise, he would have crushed the heads of everyone on the platform.

After another fierce battle,

only Xia Qi'an and Wang Lang remained on the platform.

Xia Qi'an grabbed one person with each hand, seized two men by their crowns, and dragged them along like dead dogs before tossing them off the platform.

Then he turned and slowly walked toward Wang Lang.

Earlier, when the six men had surrounded Xia Qi'an, Wang Lang had watched coldly from the sidelines.

Now, only he and Xia Qi'an remained on the platform.

Xia Qi'an's strength had far exceeded his imagination. Wang Lang drew a deep breath, his face filled with fawning flattery, and said, "Lord Xia serving as the Hound Guard executive is truly well deserved!"

"I, Wang Lang, am the first to support you!"

With that, Wang Lang raised his head and puffed out his chest, walking toward the side of the platform without changing expression.

Seeing this, Xia Qi'an scratched his head, somewhat unable to make sense of it.

He truly could not bring himself to believe that this man's skin was even thicker than a city wall!

"Wait... Did I say you could leave?"

"Since you've stepped onto this platform... If we don't exchange blows, wouldn't that make us a laughingstock?" Xia Qi'an's voice seemed to come from the depths of the Netherworld, sending chills through everyone.

Wang Lang turned around, his face becoming gloomy beyond measure. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Xia Qi'an... I admit that I'm not your match."

"And I've already thrown away all my dignity. Don't push me too far..."

However, Wang Lang's faintly trembling hands exposed the fear in his heart without mercy.

Seeing this, Xia Qi'an's lips curled into a cold, sinister smile, and his tone was filled with disdain. "I can see that your martial cultivation isn't low. What? You don't even have the courage to attack me?"

"I won't make things difficult for you... Take one punch from me, and I'll let you leave."

The moment he finished speaking, Xia Qi'an suddenly attacked.

Wang Lang naturally refused to wait for death and fought back with all his might.

Unfortunately, after only a few moves, Wang Lang was defeated.

Xia Qi'an grabbed him by the long hair atop his head and lifted him like pulling up a radish.

Xia Qi'an exerted a little force with his arm, making Wang Lang raise his head and meet his eyes.

Looking at Wang Lang, whose feet dangled in the air and whose breath was faint, Xia Qi'an asked coldly, "Am I fit to serve as this executive?"

"Y-You are... You are... Lord Xia, spare my life!" Wang Lang's mouth was full of blood and his face had swollen like a pig's head. He spoke indistinctly.

"Ah..."

As a heartrending scream rang out, Wang Lang was hurled viciously into the ruins, where he joined Wei Wudao.

Wang Lang had never made a move before, so Xia Qi'an had thought he was a master who kept his true abilities hidden.

He had been left anxious and on guard, splitting his attention to defend against him.

Who could have imagined that Wang Lang was merely a good-for-nothing with an impressive exterior but nothing within?

After dealing with Wang Lang, Xia Qi'an swept his gaze over everyone below the platform and shouted in a voice like a great bell, "I, Xia Qi'an, am going to serve as this executive... Does anyone still object?"

The Hound Guards below were so frightened that they did not even dare breathe loudly. One after another, they lowered their heads, not daring to meet Xia Qi'an's gaze.