The Day Had Finally Come for You!

"Gentlemen, demons now surround Taiping City. I intend to establish the Taiping Martial Alliance, founded on my Feng family's Xifeng Army, to protect the peace of this land and wipe out the demons and spirits together!"

Feng Wuque swept his gaze over the crowd and spoke in a ringing voice. "The events at Chishui Village are still fresh in our minds. My Feng family has already appealed to the Heavenly Mandate. Our ancestral creed is to safeguard the peace of the people beneath heaven. Now, it is time to draw our swords!"

"Join the Taiping Martial Alliance and submit to a unified command. Only then can peace be restored to this land!"

"Which of you shares this resolve?"

"The Taiping Martial Alliance..." Madam Shen's eyes narrowed as she murmured, "So this is the kind of tactic they're using... It seems your Feng family is scheming for more than peace in this corner of the world..."

Suddenly, Madam Shen glanced at the Demon Sealer beside her.

His deep-set eyes were like a vast ocean, bottomless and impossible to read, yet they reflected every scene unfolding before them.

It was as if he had already foreseen it all.

The battle began.

Feng Wuque became the center of attention on the platform.

"Aunt Yun, does Feng Wuque mean that whoever wins gets to be the boss of the Taiping Martial Alliance?" Shen Qingchan asked.

"..." Madam Shen.

"You can understand it that way," Madam Shen said. "Once you join, you have to submit to a unified command. In other words, you fall under his authority. If you don't join, they won't lift a finger no matter what happens."

"Then we can just leave. We don't have to join."

"If we don't join..." Madam Shen glanced around. "We'll be isolated in Taiping City, without help and unable to take a single step. Do you understand?"

Shen Qingchan got it.

The battles on the platform continued one after another.

"That Chi Haolong seems to be holding back..." Shen Qingchan frowned.

"Have you fought him before?"

"No, but I can vaguely tell."

Madam Shen thought, Just as I thought.

After watching five matches in a row, Shen Qingchan gave a small shake of her head.

"Only that last one, Chen Tianshang, put up a decent fight against Feng Wuque with his Wind-Breaking Spear... The others all seemed to hold back to some extent..."

"I don't know their secret martial arts, but..."

"Could you beat them?"

"If I fought all five in a row, probably. But that Feng Wuque..." Shen Qingchan shook her head. "They wouldn't hold back against me, so I'd be far more worn out than Feng Wuque. If I had to fight him last, the outcome would be hard to call."

By now, Feng Wuque had finished his battles. The guests around them wore all kinds of expressions: wariness, shock, unease. Those who had still been wavering now hurried to join the Taiping Martial Alliance.

At last, silence fell over the crowd.

Feng Wuque's gaze landed on the Shen household's group. He was about to speak.

"I'll go." The Demon Sealer stepped forward, his voice hoarse and low.

Without hesitation, he strode onto the platform.

Madam Shen froze.

His back was so resolute, without the slightest hesitation.

"No wonder he can be Young Hero Mu's sworn brother..." Though Shen Qingchan disliked the Demon Sealer, even she couldn't help saying that.

"..." Madam Shen.

The Demon Sealer walked to the center of the platform.

"Demon Sealer Mu Xinghe. I know..." Feng Wuque narrowed his eyes.

Before he could finish, the Demon Sealer cut him off.

"Cut the crap."

Feng Wuque's voice caught.

"How do you wish to challenge me?"

"However you like."

Feng Wuque frowned slightly.

"To become the head of the Taiping Martial Alliance, I fought five Third Grade experts in a row. If you—"

"You mean fight them? All at once, or one by one?" The Demon Sealer turned to face the five men below. His voice boomed like spring thunder, shaking the four directions.

"..." Feng Wuque.

Something's wrong with this man. Feng Wuque's eyelid twitched.

Something was off.

The five Third Grade experts below all wore different expressions.

All at once?

What a boast!

The guests around them were shaken, staring in astonishment at the mysterious Demon Sealer.

"Is this guy too arrogant?" Shen Qingchan muttered. She glanced at Aunt Yun beside her, only to find her staring at the Demon Sealer on the platform, her eyes shining brightly.

Shen Qingchan was taken aback. She rarely saw Aunt Yun look so serious.

There was a light in those eyes she had never seen before.

On the platform.

Feng Wuque swept his gaze around and said coolly, "Then let's follow the rules. Gentlemen, please."

Below the platform.

"Then I'll go first." Huan Lei of the Martial Guard Office, dressed in the flying-bird uniform of the Martial Guards, slowly walked onto the platform.

He looked to be in his early forties, with an ordinary face, a hooked nose, and sunken eye sockets. Just looking at him inspired an inexplicable trace of fear. He wore a pair of silver-thread gloves. Who knew how much blood those gloves had soaked up?

Huan Lei walked onto the platform with his hands behind his back.

"You're skilled at dealing with demons..." Huan Lei said. "But Martial Warriors aren't demons. They aren't constrained by your strange power..."

"So..."

In the next instant, he exploded into motion. His hands flowed like shifting clouds as he lunged at his opponent with a ghostly figure.

The Demon Sealer didn't move at all, not until Huan Lei had closed in.

The Entangling Silk Hand was a secret art specializing in close-range attacks. Once it ensnared an opponent, its peculiar footwork made the victim feel trapped in a spider's web, unable to break free. Then the strange, twisting Entangling Silk Force would batter them until they suffered internal injuries.

Yet just as those exquisite hands were about to land, the Demon Sealer turned slightly, evading them with the effortless grace of an antelope leaping past a hanging branch.

No footwork. No secret art.

Then the Demon Sealer casually threw a punch. Amid the ever-changing shadows of the Entangling Silk Hand, his fist struck Huan Lei's wrist in an instant.

Crack.

A crisp sound rang out.

The force of the blow shattered Huan Lei's wrist. He staggered backward, drenched in sweat in an instant, his face twisted with fear as he stared at his opponent.

"Entangling Silk Hand..." The Demon Sealer shook his head slightly. "You trained your hands, but not your wrists. No wonder you're nothing special."

"You...!" Huan Lei sucked in a breath as he looked at his trembling hand.

He couldn't believe that, in that instant, he had felt as though he'd been stripped naked and seen through.

Impossible...

The Demon Sealer hadn't even used a secret art. He'd relied entirely on combat instinct to find the opening in Huan Lei's Entangling Silk Hand...

If it had been a lucky guess, the odds would've been one in a thousand...

Could he have cultivated the Entangling Silk Hand too?

And reached an even higher level than Huan Lei?

"Just how strong is this man?" Huan Lei glanced at Feng Wuque, his eyes darkening.

The other Third Grade experts exchanged looks, just as baffled.

"Let me try!" Chi Haolong, leader of the Chishui Gang, stepped onto the platform.

He wore a sleeveless shirt, his body packed with blocky muscles. He looked to be in his early thirties. His hands were bare, without gloves, yet his palms were startlingly white, at odds with his appearance.

Like a woman's, they were exceptionally smooth and well-kept.

The stark contrast made for a striking sight, but no one dared underestimate him.

"You're a Demon Sealer, but you don't seem like one..." Chi Haolong's voice was rough, carrying a hint of boldness. "A few years ago, I was lucky enough to fight a Demon Sealer. He took one of my palm strikes and lasted half a day longer than an ordinary man before he died. Truly extraordinary."

"I hope you can last a little longer too."

The Demon Sealer said nothing. The long saber at his waist and the long sword on his back remained still.

Chi Haolong laughed heartily.

"Underestimating your opponent will end badly for you, boy!"

With that, his body rippled forward like a wave. His once snow-white palms began to shimmer with clouds of watery light.

It was poison gas.

"Take this—Mist Over the Sky!"

From a distance, Chi Haolong struck at the Demon Sealer with a palm. Waterlight rippled as mist spread and formed into a palm that slammed forward.

He was already close to releasing astral force beyond his body.

But in the next instant...

The Demon Sealer had vanished from where he stood.

"Hm?" A sense of foreboding rose in Chi Haolong's heart.

He looked up. A figure was already descending.

A punch slammed into his crown. He raised his hands in panic, but a mighty force crashed into him, draining the strength from his body. The billowing mist instantly scattered.

"Water Smoke Palm. Pathetic." The Demon Sealer sent out an utterly ordinary kick, striking Chi Haolong across the chest and abdomen and sending him flying off the platform.

"You..." Chi Haolong struggled to his feet, his gaze dark. "How do you know the Chishui Gang's Water Smoke Palm? Who are you, really?"

The other three were stunned.

No wonder Huan Lei had been taken down in a single move...

So the Demon Sealer knew their techniques. He'd practically anticipated every move they could make...

Everyone was shocked.

Feng Wuque furrowed his brow and gestured to the other two.

Next, Tie Longgang of the Iron Leg Sect and Yue Hanshan of the Nanyue Blade Sect took the platform one after the other. Both were defeated in one or two moves.

The Demon Sealer hadn't even been forced to draw his saber or sword, let alone use a secret art. They hadn't even touched the hem of his robe. He remained calm throughout, dodging every secret technique with casual swipes and kicks.

It was simply... absurd beyond belief, strange and unfathomable.

The last man, Chen Tianshang, sensibly conceded.

It was too damn strange. This Demon Sealer had no intention of humiliating himself...

And so.

A strange sense of helplessness welled up in the hearts of the men.

A terrifying pressure spread across the entire banquet.

The Demon Sealer looked at Feng Wuque.

"Your turn."

Under the Demon Sealer's demonic gaze, Feng Wuque's heart pounded again and again. Before the fight had even begun, an inexplicable trace of fear had already taken hold...