Crimson Fire Vajra Body!

Just as he spoke, a muffled laugh came from the pile of rubble over there.

"Hmph hmph hmph..."

Immediately after, the rubble blasted apart as a figure slowly walked out from within.

It was Li Xian.

At this moment, aside from a bit of dust clinging to his clothes, he was completely unharmed everywhere else.

"How can this be?" Zhang Yangming said with a rather astonished expression.

To have taken a blow that was nearly his full-strength strike, and yet appear completely fine?

This kid's strength was beyond imagination!

Seeing Li Xian emerge, Guan Wangsheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, while Cao Xiong gave a slight nod.

"It seems this battle isn't over yet."

"It seems you do have some strength, as the rumors say—not just an empty reputation."

After the initial surprise, Zhang Yangming calmed down, looking at Li Xian and speaking with a cold laugh.

Li Xian brushed the dust off his clothes and said nonchalantly, "Your strength isn't bad either—stronger than I imagined."

"Good. Only someone like you is worthy of me going all out!"

His tone was excited.

"Arrogant nonsense!"

Zhang Yangming extended a finger and said disdainfully, "With my next move, I'll finish you!"

"Wind Thunder! Flash!"

With a sharp crack, Zhang Yangming's figure turned into a bolt of lightning, vanishing from where he stood.

"It's the Wind Thunder Art—Zhang Yangming actually mastered Wind Thunder Flash!"

"It's over. There's no way Li Xian can block this one."

"Looks like the victor is decided!"

"Hahaha, this fist of mine has twenty years of power behind it—what are you going to block it with?!"

Amid wild laughter, Zhang Yangming's figure moved like lightning, reaching Li Xian's side in an instant.

His fist, crackling with leaping sparks of electricity, hurtled toward Li Xian's head.

Facing this punch, everyone present—including Cao Xiong—believed Li Xian would die under that blow.

And yet...

With a crisp sound, a palm glowing faintly crimson-gold steadily caught Zhang Yangming's devastating Wind Thunder Flash.

"This..."

"How is that possible?!"

"What happened? Who stepped in?"

Even Cao Xiong looked stunned, clearly not expecting this outcome.

"Hmph hmph hmph..."

Li Xian let out a low laugh.

"Do you think you're the only Mid-fourth Grade here?"

As he spoke, the skin of his body slowly turned crimson-gold, and faint crimson-gold flames began to wreathe around him.

"That's..."

"Could it be...?"

"No mistake—that's the Crimson Fire Vajra Body from the sixth layer of the Crimson Sun Nine Songs. He's also Mid-fourth Grade! He has Bronze Skin Iron Bones too!"

"Whoa..."

Countless exclamations of awe rang out.

Cao Xiong shot up from his chair with a shout.

"Quick, tell them to stop! Don't you dare harm my Steward Li—no, my Hall Master Li!"

It was no wonder he lost his composure like this. A Martialist under twenty years old at the Mid-fourth Grade was as rare as a phoenix feather or qilin horn, even across the entire Dagan Dynasty.

With a prodigy like this in his grasp, he could even lead the Cao Gang out of Qingzhou, rising from a mid-to-upper-tier gang to a first-rate sect renowned throughout the Dagan Dynasty.

How could Cao Xiong possibly let such a genius slip away?

However, his worry for Li Xian was unnecessary.

At this moment, the person he should be worried about was Zhang Yangming.

When Li Xian fully unleashed his strength, the aura and pressure he exuded even made Zhang Yangming involuntarily shiver slightly.

Li Xian twisted his neck, feeling the surging power boiling within his body, and nearly let out a comfortable groan.

"Since I mastered the sixth layer of Crimson Sun Nine Songs, you're the first to force me to go all out."

His eyes cold and calm, he stared at Zhang Yangming, speaking with a gentle expression.

Zhang Yangming looked at him in terror, stammering, "Impossible, how can this be..."

He couldn't help but be horrified—the strength this young man displayed was too terrifying. Just standing before him made him tremble all over.

How could he, in such a state, have any strength left to resist?

Li Xian extended a finger and said with a light laugh, "One move, and you're done!"

He returned those very words to Zhang Yangming.

He set up his fist stance and threw a punch!

"Tiger Cannon!"

This time, a roar that could tear eardrums resounded throughout Tiger Leaping Gorge.

Zhang Yangming clutched his head and let out a heart-wrenching scream.

"I surrender!"

"Stop!"

Someone shouted from afar, and from the corner of his eye, Li Xian saw a figure rushing toward him at great speed.

A flash of ruthlessness passed through his eyes.

Coming to say stop now?

Too late!

A crisp crack rang out.

Li Xian's punch landed, directly exploding Zhang Yangming's head.

Red and white splattered everywhere.

Thus ended a generation's Deputy Gang Leader of the Cao Gang.

Silence fell over the entire Tiger Leaping Gorge.

Even Cao Xiong stood dumbfounded, staring at the distant scene, clearly shocked by the outcome.

He had actually killed Zhang Yangming!

This young man, not yet twenty, was a Bronze Skin Iron Bones Mid-fourth Grade Martialist, and in a head-on duel, he had killed the long-renowned Deputy Gang Leader of the Cao Gang, Zhang Yangming, in a single move.

It was nothing short of a fairy tale.

"Am I dreaming? Can someone pinch me?"

"Ah, that hurts—okay, okay, I know I'm not dreaming."

"Has the world changed? How can such a young lad achieve the Mid-fourth Grade Martialist Realm?"

"When I was his age, I was still thinking about which pleasure boat to spend the night on."

"Sigh, I'm old. This is now the era of the young."

"Steward Li... you..."

Guan Wangsheng came to the battlefield, looking at Zhang Yangming's bloody corpse. Remembering the years they had worked together and how it had ended like this, a sense of sorrow for the fallen welled up in his heart.

Li Xian grinned at Guan Wangsheng. "Sorry, you were too far away just now. What did you say? I didn't catch it!"

His smile was chilling, sending a shiver down Guan Wangsheng's spine.

Why is he hostile toward me?

Then it dawned on him—it must have been because he had spoken out to stop Li Xian from killing Zhang Yangming, which had caused a misunderstanding.

"Steward Li, you misunderstand. I have no intention of opposing you!" Guan Wangsheng quickly explained.

He had to explain—this young man was too fierce. As a fellow Mid-fourth Grade Martialist, he had killed Zhang Yangming with one punch. Guan Wangsheng's old bones didn't know how many punches they could take. Opposing him would be unwise; it was better to clear things up.

"Oh, is that so?"

Li Xian smiled slightly. Seeing that the other's demeanor didn't seem fake, he believed him somewhat, then withdrew his Crimson Fire Vajra Body.

Feeling the invisible pressure and killing intent dissipate, Guan Wangsheng let out a long sigh of relief.

This Li Xian, so young with such terrifying strength—if given more time to grow, what heights would he reach?

Guan Wangsheng felt a chill in his heart and silently vowed that in the future, whenever he encountered Li Xian, he would take a detour.