Golden Thunder Eight Blades

"Whoa..."

Su Yang lay sprawled on the ground, blood spilling from his mouth.

"Second Brother!" Su Yun shrieked and rushed over to help him up.

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

"There's a saying in the military: all is fair in war." Sikong Jing stepped forward slowly and said, "But I didn't use my full strength in that punch just now, so it doesn't count as an ambush. Otherwise, you'd already be dead."

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

But he was telling the truth. Even against Su Zhengtao, who was in the Dark Realm, Sikong Jing was confident he could kill him with one strike. Su Yang was nothing by comparison. If he'd really ambushed him, a hundred Su Yangs wouldn't have been enough to kill him.

"An ambush is an ambush! And you still have the nerve to boast? Second Brother, break all four of his limbs! I still want to tear his mouth apart!" Su Yun jabbed an angry finger at Sikong Jing, refusing to believe him.

Behind Sikong Jing, Su Zhenglong also came back to his senses and gave a bitter smile.

He didn't believe Sikong Jing either. If it hadn't been an ambush, Sikong Jing, at the fourth level of the Bright Realm, couldn't possibly have hit Su Yang.

Mei Xiaofang also scolded him in displeasure. "If you have time to brag, why don't you press your advantage?"

She'd also realized Sikong Jing had ambushed him just now. What good was boasting now?

Boom!

Su Yang abruptly roused the true qi throughout his body and took a starting stance. His voice was chilling and sinister. "I've decided to slowly twist off all four of your limbs and make you suffer endlessly. Take this... Falling Peak Fist!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Su Yang lunged forward.

True qi from the eighth level of the Bright Realm gathered around his fist as he punched toward Sikong Jing.

By comparison, Sikong Jing's true qi was as insignificant as a grain of sand.

Su Yuexi's heart leaped into her throat again, and she clenched her little fists tight. She could already picture Sikong Jing being sent flying and spitting blood.

Yet the next moment, an unbelievable sight unfolded.

Sikong Jing impassively reached out and caught Su Yang's fist, stopping it dead.

"With qi this weak, you've got the nerve to call yourself an eighth-level Bright Realm cultivator? Pathetic."

After speaking, Sikong Jing drove his knee into Su Yang's abdomen.

Su Yang's eyes bulged, blood vessels bursting across them, and he went flying once more before crashing to the ground!

Su Yuexi and the other two, who'd been worried for him, stared wide-eyed. How had he won again?

Sikong Jing turned back to Mei Xiaofang and said, "Mother-in-law, I wasn't bragging just now."

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

The next second, his pupils contracted. "Watch your back! Don't let your guard down!"

At his warning, a blade's wind rose behind Sikong Jing, accompanied by Su Yang's enraged roar.

"Criminal, you've made me angry! I didn't want to use my full strength, but now I'll grind your bones to dust!"

Furious and humiliated, Su Yang was still the second young master of the Su Clan, one of the four great lineages of Yunye City, and a famous figure in the city. If anyone outside saw this, they'd laugh themselves to death.

They'd say that Second Young Master Su Yang had been beaten black and blue by a sickly criminal who was only at the fourth level of the Bright Realm.

He had to turn things around at once.

A long blade was already in Su Yang's hand. He swung it horizontally at Sikong Jing's back, certain of his victory!

But how keen were Sikong Jing's senses?

During the Seven Kingdoms' Rebellion, he'd once been ambushed by seven experts from the seven kingdoms, each at the peak of the Transcendent Realm, and still managed to counterattack and cut them down.

Even though he was cultivating anew now, his instincts... remained!

So just as the blade's wind bore down on him, Sikong Jing reached out to grab the blade.

Su Zhenglong's expression changed in alarm. "Don't catch it with your bare hands! That's the Su Clan's Golden Thunder Eight Blades, a Profound Grade Low Tier combat technique!"

The martial arts and cultivation techniques of this world were divided into four grades: Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow.

Yellow Grade was the weakest, Heaven Grade the strongest, and each grade had three tiers: low, middle, and high.

In a remote backwater like Yunye City, even a Profound Grade Low Tier combat technique was considered a rare, high-level art.

Sikong Jing was actually trying to catch the blade with his hand. Did he want to lose it?

But Sikong Jing ignored Su Zhenglong. He thrust out his hand without hesitation and caught the mighty blade.

Smack!

Sikong Jing's other hand shot out, and he slapped Su Yang hard across the face.

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

He spun in midair before landing, and his long blade fell into Sikong Jing's hand. Sikong Jing turned its edge and pressed it against Su Yang's neck. "You wanted to cripple my arms and legs?"

His voice was calm, but it rang through the crowd like a thunderclap!

Su Zhenglong's mouth fell open. Su Yuexi couldn't help covering her little mouth beneath her veil, while Mei Xiaofang stared in astonishment.

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