Wrathful Vajra

Wang Lang waved his sleeve again to signal, and six Bone Forging Realm martial artists rushed forward in unison.

Like hungry wolves, they attacked Xia Qi'an from all directions simultaneously.

Their movements were swift and fierce, all of them skilled practitioners of the Bone Forging Realm.

Xia Qi'an was surrounded, but he stood as steady as a mountain.

"Whoosh" "Whoosh"

Suddenly, two bone-piercing nails shot out like lightning, aiming straight for Xia Qi'an's eyes.

One of these six was a master of hidden weapons, and these bone-piercing nails were his doing.

Xia Qi'an raised his hand to block in front of his eyes.

With two "clink" sounds, the bone-piercing nails struck his hand, spinning and bouncing off.

However, these six had clearly planned meticulously before taking the stage; their encirclement was like a watertight net, leaving no room to maneuver.

Just as Xia Qi'an was distracted by blocking the hidden weapons, the others' attacks rained down like a storm.

A large hammer, like a phantom, silently smashed into Xia Qi'an's back.

"Thud..."

Caught off guard, Xia Qi'an stumbled.

But it wasn't over yet; another person swung a saber, striking Xia Qi'an's neck.

The others also targeted Xia Qi'an's vital points.

They were trying to find any fatal weaknesses on his body.

Under the multi-pronged assault, Xia Qi'an was suppressed to the point of kneeling on one knee, his hands desperately supporting his body.

"Thud..."

"Clink"

"Clang"

"Clang"

The six swung their weapons, hacking and hammering at Xia Qi'an.

The six felt as if they were attacking a Vajra statue.

This kind of impact, on a human martial artist, was simply unbelievable.

The six cooperated seamlessly, like hungry tigers pouncing, giving Xia Qi'an no chance to breathe.

They continuously attacked Xia Qi'an's vital points, trying to find any flaws.

However, their plans were destined to fail.

Because the Golden Body Technique Xia Qi'an cultivated was like an impenetrable wall, with no weaknesses whatsoever.

Aided by his Crimson Pupils, every time he circulated his energy, his Blood Essence flowed through his body like a mighty river, perfect and flawless.

Even a most basic cultivation method could achieve its maximum effect in Xia Qi'an's hands.

For this reason, the effect of the Golden Body Technique, a cultivation method not highly regarded among martial artists, displayed by Xia Qi'an far surpassed everyone's expectations.

"Put more effort into it... you're not even strong enough to hit... and you call yourself a master...?"

Just as the six thought he had no strength left to fight back, Xia Qi'an gritted his teeth and roared.

Seeing this, the faces of the six changed drastically, and they all retreated in panic.

"Heavens... what kind of monster is this..."

"Six Bone Forging Realm martial artists working together can't even handle him..."

"Can an Iron Body technique be cultivated to such an inhuman level?"

The crowd below was stunned, exclaiming in amazement as if they had witnessed something incredible.

Xia Qi'an, having been caught off guard and subjected to a barrage of attacks, was suppressed and unable to get up.

Now that the six had retreated in shock, he finally had a moment to catch his breath and slowly stood up again.

"Roar..."

Xia Qi'an let out a fierce roar and unleashed the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track. His figure seemed to split into three, moving like a phantom.

He turned and attacked the burly dark-skinned man wielding two large hammers.

This man possessed astonishing strength and had been the most aggressive in attacking Xia Qi'an.

Xia Qi'an was a grudge-holder; he never forgot a slight.

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

"So fast..."

The dark-faced man was startled, seeing Xia Qi'an's two fists grow larger in his pupils like shooting stars.

In a flash of lightning, the burly man raised his bronze hammer and swung.

Following that, Xia Qi'an's fists slammed into the two bronze hammers.

"Clang..."

The burly man let out a strange cry, his two bronze hammers flying out of his hands, leaving his center completely open.

After breaking through the burly man's guard with his fists, he surged forward and tackled the man to the ground.

Caught completely off guard, the burly man was pinned beneath Xia Qi'an. This crude fighting style was akin to a street brawl.

The burly man's eyes became bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth, glaring as he desperately tried to choke Xia Qi'an.

However, Xia Qi'an's face contorted into a terrifying grimace, unfazed.

With a flick of his hands, he pushed the burly man's arms away.

Immediately after, his fist transformed into a palm. A Fire Cloud Palm struck the man's chest.

"Bang..."

After the palm strike, the burly man spat out a mouthful of blood, rolled his eyes, and completely fainted.

Having dealt with the burly man, Xia Qi'an descended into a state of frenzy.

He got up and charged at the remaining few.

He only regretted that he couldn't kill them outright; otherwise, he would have crushed their heads right there on the stage.

After another fierce battle.

Only Wang Lang remained on the stage besides Xia Qi'an.

Xia Qi'an grabbed two people by their heads, one in each hand, like dead dogs, and dragged them off the stage.

Then, he turned and slowly walked towards Wang Lang.

Previously, when the six men had attacked Xia Qi'an, Wang Lang had watched from the sidelines with cold indifference.

Now, only he and Xia Qi'an were left on the stage.

Xia Qi'an's strength far exceeded Wang Lang's imagination. Wang Lang took a deep breath, his face full of flattery, and said, "Lord Xia truly deserves to be the Hound Guard Steward; it is well-earned!"

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

With that, Wang Lang stood tall, his face unreadable, and walked off the stage.

Seeing this, Xia Qi'an couldn't help but scratch his head, utterly bewildered.

He truly couldn't believe that this man's face was thicker than the city walls!

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

"Since you've stepped onto this stage... wouldn't it be a laughingstock if we didn't fight?" Xia Qi'an's voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, sending shivers down one's spine.

Wang Lang turned, his expression turning extremely grim. He gritted his teeth and said, "Xia Qi'an... I admit I am no match for you."

"And I've already thrown all pretense of dignity aside, so don't push me too far..."

However, Wang Lang's trembling hands betrayed the fear within him.

Seeing this, a cold smile crept onto Xia Qi'an's lips, his tone filled with disdain. "I see your martial arts realm is not low. What, you don't even have the courage to attack me?"

"I won't make it difficult for you... take one punch from me, and I'll let you go."

With that, Xia Qi'an struck suddenly.

Wang Lang, naturally, wouldn't just wait to die and fought back with all his might.

But unfortunately, after only a few exchanges, Wang Lang was defeated.

Xia Qi'an grabbed him by the hair on his head, like pulling a radish, and held him up.

Xia Qi'an exerted slight force with his arm, making Wang Lang lift his head to meet his gaze.

Looking at Wang Lang, whose feet dangled in the air and who was barely breathing, he coldly asked, "Can I, Xia Qi'an, be this steward?"

"Yes... yes... Lord Xia, spare me!" Wang Lang, his mouth full of blood and his face swollen like a pig's head, mumbled incoherently.

"Ahhh..."

With a soul-wrenching scream, Wang Lang was violently thrown into the ruins, joining Wei Wudao.

Wang Lang hadn't made a move earlier, leading Xia Qi'an to believe he was a hidden master.

It had made him constantly on edge, dividing his attention to guard against him.

But he never expected Wang Lang to be a paper tiger, all brawn and no brain.

After dealing with Wang Lang, Xia Qi'an surveyed the crowd below, his voice booming like a bell, "I, Xia Qi'an, want to be this steward... does anyone else object?"

The Hound Guards below were too terrified to even breathe, their heads bowed, not daring to meet Xia Qi'an's gaze.