Unstoppable

When everyone heard that the man dominating the arena before them was Wang Ritain, the one who dared to challenge the Xuanyuan Family's Ancestor.

Previously, many had harbored doubts, believing the rumors of Wang Ritain defeating Three Shattered Realms powerhouses while in a lower realm were merely exaggerated propaganda by major powers to promote a martial prodigy. After all, in their understanding, challenging higher realms was difficult enough, let alone killing experts far above one's own cultivation. However, witnessing Wang Ritain's terrifying strength firsthand, they realized the rumors weren't just true; his power far surpassed them. The Three Shattered Realms powerhouses who stepped forward to challenge him couldn't even withstand a single strike from Wang Ritain, falling one after another in pools of blood. Such might was enough to strike fear into anyone's heart.

"This... this is really that unknown Wang Ritain? His strength is too terrifying!" a young martial artist exclaimed, his voice trembling with shock.

"Yeah, I thought it was all exaggeration before, but I didn't expect it to be true!" an elder beside him said, stroking his beard with emotion. His eyes held both shock and a hint of reverence.

As the crowd buzzed with discussion, a man in fine brocade clothing, wearing golden silk gloves, slowly walked onto the stage. His gaze was sharp, fixed intently on Wang Ritain, his eyes radiating a powerful fighting spirit. This man was a true Profound Finger Peak expert, unlike the so-called half-step Heavenly Phenomenon realm cultivators before him; he was a genuine Three Shattered Realms powerhouse. A potent aura emanated from him, causing the very air around him to tremble just by his presence.

"Wang Ritain, today, I will face you!" the Profound Finger Peak expert declared coldly, his voice filled with confidence and arrogance. He raised his hand slightly, palm facing forward, and slowly unleashed a palm strike towards Wang Ritain. This strike appeared casual but contained terrifying power. Wherever the palm force went, the air seemed to tear, emitting a "hissing" sound. Seeing this, the surrounding people quickly retreated, fearing they would be caught in the palm's force. The might of this strike was such that if Xuanyuan Jingxuan were present, he would likely only be able to hold on for a few dozen moves at best.

Wang Ritain looked at the incoming palm strike without a trace of fear in his eyes. He let out a cold snort, raised his own hand, and met the opponent's palm with one of his own. Instantly, a powerful force surged from his palm, colliding with the opponent's palm energy in mid-air. With a deafening "boom," like a thunderclap on a clear day, a massive shockwave expanded outwards from the point of impact. The surrounding onlookers were thrown to the ground by the blast, in disarray. The Profound Finger Peak expert, however, was sent flying back like a kite with a broken string. His upper garment instantly shredded, and a clear palm print appeared on his chest, a shocking sight.

"This... how is this possible?" the Profound Finger Peak expert exclaimed, his eyes wide with disbelief. He could never have imagined that his own Profound Finger Peak strength would be so easily defeated by Wang Ritain.

Seizing the advantage, Wang Ritain let out a roar and charged at the Profound Finger Peak expert, brandishing his long saber. The saber light flashed, like a black dragon, descending upon the opponent with world-destroying momentum. The Profound Finger Peak expert tried to dodge, but found his body seemingly bound by an invisible force, unable to move. He could only watch helplessly as the saber light descended, his heart filled with despair.

With a "swish," the saber light cut through, and the Profound Finger Peak expert's body was instantly riddled with wounds, blood gushing out like a spring. His body swayed a few times before finally kneeling on the ground. He looked up at Wang Ritain, his eyes filled with terror and helplessness. "I... I lost," he managed to say, his voice laced with unwillingness. He knew deep down that even if he fought again, he would have no chance of changing the outcome. Wang Ritain's strength was far superior to his. Wang Ritain had clearly held back with that last saber strike, otherwise, he would have already lost his life.

The spectators, witnessing this scene, were all awestruck by the demonic power of Wang Ritain's saber strike. Their bodies trembled slightly, and a chill ran down their spines. "Perhaps only a Heavenly Phenomenon level expert can subdue Wang Ritain," a seasoned martial artist said with a grim expression. His eyes were filled with worry and helplessness. At this moment, everyone finally understood why the Xuanyuan Family's Ancestor would personally descend the mountain to deal with Wang Ritain. Wang Ritain's strength was simply too terrifying; it had already threatened the entire Xuanyuan Family's status.

After dispatching his opponent, Wang Ritain slowly returned to the center of the arena. He sheathed his long saber and scanned his surroundings, a hint of disdain in his eyes. "Come at me, all of you. I, Wang Ritain, accept all challenges!" His voice was not loud, but it resonated like a great bell throughout Martial Emperor City. This declaration was undoubtedly a great mockery of everyone in Martial Emperor City.

"This Wang Ritain is too arrogant!"

"Yeah, even though his strength is immense, he can't insult the martial artists of Martial Emperor City like this!"

The crowd exclaimed in anger, their eyes blazing with fury. The martial artists of Martial Emperor City had always been proud, and they could not tolerate Wang Ritain's insolent words. While they had to admit Wang Ritain's formidable strength, their pride would not allow them to swallow this insult.

Wang Ritain observed their angry expressions, a smugness growing within him. He acted so high-profile precisely to make a name for himself across the land. He knew that in this martial world where strength reigned supreme, only by causing a significant stir could he gain unimaginable prestige. Martial Emperor City was undoubtedly an excellent stage. With experts aplenty here, if he could stir up a storm, his name would surely spread throughout the entire martial world. He even harbored a greater ambition: to challenge Wang Xianzhi. Wang Xianzhi had held the title of number one in the Liyang Martial World for sixty years, and in the hearts of martial artists, he was an insurmountable mountain. Wang Ritain believed that defeating Wang Xianzhi would cause his prestige to skyrocket to terrifying heights.

"What? Scared now?" Wang Ritain taunted again, his eyes filled with amusement.

"Wang Ritain, stop your arrogance! Today, we will show you that Martial Emperor City is not a place for you to run wild!" a Grandmaster-level martial artist roared, pointing his long sword at Wang Ritain, his eyes filled with killing intent.

"Yes, attack him together, kill him!" the crowd responded in unison, a wave of righteous indignation surging.

Grandmasters, Great Grandmasters, and even Three Shattered Realms experts stepped forward. The entire Martial Emperor City was instantly enveloped in a terrifying pressure. More than a dozen Great Grandmasters from prominent factions exchanged glances and attacked simultaneously. They unleashed their unique skills, pure true qi and sharp techniques surging towards Wang Ritain like a torrential tide. Such an assault would have instantly obliterated an ordinary Vajra Realm expert.

Wang Ritain let out a hearty laugh as he faced the onslaught. Unfazed, he flicked his finger using Three Points Return to Origin Qi. Instantly, a powerful surge of energy shot from his fingertip, tearing through the true qi of the dozen Great Grandmasters like lightning. The Great Grandmasters felt an overwhelming force hit them. Before they could even react, they were slammed to the ground, utterly defeated.

"This... Wang Ritain's strength is terrifyingly immense!"

"Indeed, his strength has surpassed our imagination!"

The crowd was even more shocked by this sight. However, their anger had reached its peak, and they no longer cared about fear. More people stepped forward, launching their attacks on Wang Ritain. There were even instances of Profound Finger and Vajra Realm experts joining forces. The martial artists of Martial Emperor City rushed towards Wang Ritain.

Wang Ritain remained unfazed by the collective assault. He stood on the stage like a demon god, accepting the challenges from everyone. In a single day, he had fought three hundred and eighty-seven battles.