Golden Thunder Eight Blades

"Wah..."

Su Yang sprawled on the ground in a sorry state, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Second Brother!" Su Yun let out a sharp shriek, rushing over to support Su Yang.

Su Yang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a savage motion, shoved Su Yun aside, and stood up. He roared at Sikong Jing, "You criminal, you sickly ghost, how dare you ambush me?"

"In the military, we say that all is fair in war." Sikong Jing took a step forward and said slowly, "However, I didn't use my full strength in that punch just now, so it hardly counts as an ambush. Otherwise, you would already be dead."

His tone was flat yet incredibly arrogant, as if he were the one at the eighth level of the Bright Realm.

But it was the truth. Even when facing Su Zhengtao of the Dark Realm, Sikong Jing was certain he could kill him in a single strike, let alone a minor figure like Su Yang. If he truly wanted to ambush him, a hundred Su Yangs wouldn't be enough to kill.

"An ambush is an ambush, and you still dare to spout such nonsense! Second Brother, break his limbs quickly; I want to tear his mouth apart!" Su Yun didn't believe a word of Sikong Jing's claim and pointed at him in fury.

At the same time, Su Zhenglong, standing behind Sikong Jing, snapped back to reality and gave a bitter smile.

He also didn't believe what Sikong Jing said. If it hadn't been an ambush, Sikong Jing's fourth level of the Bright Realm could never have landed a hit on Su Yang.

Mei Xiaofang also shouted in dissatisfaction, "If you have time to brag, why aren't you pressing your advantage?"

She had also realized that Sikong Jing had merely ambushed him; what was the point of talking big now?

BOOM!

Suddenly, Su Yang channeled his true energy throughout his body and assumed a starting stance. With a sinister and terrifying expression, he said, "I've decided to slowly twist off your limbs and make you suffer endlessly. Take this... Falling Peak Fist."

As he finished speaking, Su Yang exploded into an attack.

The true energy of the eighth level of the Bright Realm gathered in his fist as he slammed it toward Sikong Jing.

Compared to this, Sikong Jing's true energy was as insignificant as a grain of sand.

Su Yuexi's heart tightened once more, her small fists clenched tightly. She could already foresee Sikong Jing being sent flying and vomiting blood.

However, in the next instant, an incredible scene unfolded.

Sikong Jing reached out his hand with an indifferent expression and gripped Su Yang's fist, preventing it from advancing even an inch.

"You have the nerve to call this the eighth level of the Bright Realm with such pathetic true energy? It's too weak."

After saying this, Sikong Jing threw a knee strike, slamming it hard into Su Yang's lower abdomen.

Su Yang's eyes bulged, bloodshot veins appearing as he was sent flying backward once again, crashing to the ground!

The three worried onlookers, including Su Yuexi, widened their eyes. How had he won again?

Sikong Jing then turned back to Mei Xiaofang and said, "Mother-in-law, what I said just now was not a boast."

Su Zhenglong's face was filled with shock. Could his son-in-law really be this formidable?

The next second, his pupils constricted. "Watch out behind you, don't be distracted!"

Following his warning, a blade-wind rose behind Sikong Jing, accompanied by Su Yang's furious voice.

"Criminal, you have angered me! I didn't want to use my full strength, but now I will grind your bones to dust!"

Su Yang was beside himself with rage. He was, after all, the Second Young Master of the Su family, one of the four great families of Yunye City, and he was well-known throughout the city. If this scene were seen by outsiders, he would be laughed to death.

They would say that the Second Young Master Su had been beaten black and blue by a sickly, criminal weakling at only the fourth level of the Bright Realm.

He had to reverse this situation immediately.

At this moment, he was already gripping a long blade, slashing horizontally at Sikong Jing's back. It was a strike he was certain would land!

But how sharp were Sikong Jing's senses?

During the Seven Kingdoms Rebellion, he had faced ambushes from seven experts at the peak of the Transcendent Realm and had still managed to counterattack and cut all seven down at his feet.

Even though he was currently re-cultivating, his instincts... remained!

So, just as the blade-wind arrived, Sikong Jing reached out to grab the blade.

Seeing this, Su Zhenglong's expression turned horrified. "Don't block it head-on! That is the Su family's Golden Thunder Eight Blades, a low-grade Profound-tier martial skill."

In this world, martial arts and techniques were divided into four grades: "Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow."

Among them, the Yellow grade was the weakest and the Heaven grade the strongest, with each grade further divided into high, middle, and low tiers.

A low-grade Profound-tier skill was already considered a rare and advanced technique in a remote place like Yunye City.

Was Sikong Jing actually trying to catch the blade with his bare hand? Did he not want his hand anymore?

However, Sikong Jing did not listen to Su Zhenglong; he reached out and firmly grasped the immensely powerful blade.

"You bastard! Are you incapable of understanding human speech?" Mei Xiaofang screamed instinctively.

Su Yuexi's expression was frantic. As a daughter of the Su family, how could she not know how powerful the Golden Thunder Eight Blades were?

Her husband was about to lose his hand.

Hm?

In the next instant, the eyes of everyone present froze.

They saw that Sikong Jing's hand had not been severed by the blade; instead, he was gripping the blade's edge, which was fully coated in true energy, with a vice-like hold.

Snap!

Sikong Jing then pulled out his other hand and struck Su Yang hard across the face.

With a wail, Su Yang went flying for the third time.

He spun in mid-air before crashing to the ground, his long saber landing in Sikong Jing's hand. Sikong Jing immediately turned the blade and pressed it against Su Yang's neck, asking, "You wanted to cripple my limbs?"

His voice was calm, yet it struck the entire room like a thunderclap!

Su Zhenglong's mouth hung wide open, Su Yuexi couldn't help but cover her small mouth beneath her veil, and Mei Xiaofang's face was etched with astonishment.

All three of them felt as if they were dreaming; had Sikong Jing just... won?