Have You Forgotten Us?

Hiss.

The Eight-Zhang Serpent Spear tore through the air with a vicious gale, stabbing fiercely toward Chen Nanxing.

Chen Nanxing watched the Eight-Zhang Serpent Spear thrusting in to kill him. The corner of his lips lifted, and a smile spread across his face.

He stepped diagonally aside, twisting his body to narrowly evade the Eight-Zhang Serpent Spear. He raised a clenched fist, his inner qi surging like a flood, his fist force like a collapsing mountain, vast and violent as it smashed toward Gao Sheng's chest.

Gao Sheng's expression did not change.

These people had dared to storm Blackwind Stronghold; they were certainly no ordinary people.

With a twist of his wrist, the Eight-Zhang Serpent Spear, which had been thrust straight ahead, suddenly turned and swept sideways, smashing toward Chen Nanxing's shoulder.

Chen Nanxing's gaze flashed like lightning. His left arm shot up, and he struck out with a horizontal palm, hitting the Eight-Zhang Serpent Spear.

A mighty force instantly surged forth, crashing against the Eight-Zhang Serpent Spear and knocking it aside. The force it produced affected Gao Sheng as well, making his body tremble slightly. For a moment, he was unable to evade Chen Nanxing's fist.

Bang.

The punch landed squarely.

The force poured out like a vast lake bursting through its dam, sending Gao Sheng staggering backward again and again.

Gao Sheng forcibly steadied himself. His throat sweetened, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His face turned pale in an instant, and when he looked at Chen Nanxing again, a trace of gravity appeared in his eyes.

The three chiefs of Blackwind Stronghold were all Innate Realm martial artists. The strongest was the First Chief, Xiahou Cheng, an Innate Perfection expert. The Second Chief, Gao Sheng, and the Third Chief, Lü Yang, were considerably weaker, only at Innate Minor Achievement.

Chen Nanxing came from the Chen Clan of Jing Prefecture City.

The Chen Clan was not one of the Great Yin Dynasty's foremost aristocratic houses, but it still held a certain status within Jing Prefecture City. Chen Nanxing possessed some talent in martial arts and had entered the Greater Xiantian level at a young age.

The Chen Clan had deep foundations and high-level martial arts.

Gao Sheng was no match for Chen Nanxing.

"Nothing more than this." Chen Nanxing glanced at Gao Sheng, then looked toward the First Chief, Xiahou Cheng, and smiled. "First Chief, now it's your turn."

"Hmph."

With a face dark as storm clouds, Xiahou Cheng snorted coldly. He slapped the armrest and rose abruptly to his feet. His two-meter-tall, broad-shouldered, bear-backed body was like heavy black clouds bearing down upon a city.

He took a step forward.

His massive body shot out like a cannonball, reaching Chen Nanxing in the blink of an eye. He raised a broad, thick palm and brought it down with the fierce power of a bear.

Chen Nanxing's pupils suddenly contracted. That mountain-like body bore down on him, making even his breathing turn labored.

He thought of Zhao Zhi standing to the side.

He thought of Zhou Jin watching from behind.

Chen Nanxing gritted his teeth. His inner qi roared through him as he swiftly raised his arm and threw a straight punch.

Bang.

Fist and palm collided.

Chen Nanxing immediately felt as though a towering mountain were crushing down upon him. The bones in his arm faintly cracked apart. That terrifying force swatted him away as though he were a fly, sending him flying seven or eight meters and carving a long trail across the ground before slamming him into the shattered threshold.

Pfft.

He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Xiahou Cheng took another step. With speed wholly unsuited to his size, he flashed before Chen Nanxing and abruptly reached down with his rough palm.

Just then.

Pan Hu made his move.

He appeared at Xiahou Cheng's side at incredible speed, striking fiercely toward Xiahou Cheng's arm with a palm.

Xiahou Cheng's gaze flashed like lightning as it swept over him.

It seemed he had long known that Pan Hu would strike at this moment. The hand reaching for Chen Nanxing shifted swiftly, and his rough palm swept out like a door panel, colliding heavily with Pan Hu's palm.

Pan Hu's expression changed at once.

He wanted to raise his inner qi again, but it was already too late.

The vast force transmitted through their palms washed over him like a mountain flood. Pan Hu's feet left the ground, and he flew backward, smashing a chair into pieces with a bang.

"Brother Pan!"

Seeing Pan Hu's state, Zhou Jin's pretty face turned pale.

She turned and saw Xiahou Cheng advancing with the gait of a dragon and tiger, forcing her back step by step.

Xiahou Cheng curled his lip. "A bunch of trash, yet you dare come to Blackwind Stronghold and make trouble."

"You can't touch us." Zhou Jin said tremblingly, "I... I am the young lady of the Zhou Clan of Jing Prefecture City."

"The Zhou Clan of Jing Prefecture City?"

Xiahou Cheng halted. His thick brows furrowed slightly as he sized up Zhou Jin. Then his gaze swept over Pan Hu and Chen Nanxing.

These two had only average combat strength, but their inner qi was dense and pure. It was not something ordinary Innate martial arts could cultivate. They likely had some backing.

"That's right, the Zhou Clan of Jing Prefecture City." Seeing Xiahou Cheng stop, Zhou Jin barely let out a breath of relief before continuing, "He is Pan Hu, the second young master of the Pan Clan of Jing Prefecture, and he is Chen Nanxing, the third young master of the Chen Clan of Jing Prefecture City. If you touch us, the Zhou Clan, Pan Clan, and Chen Clan will never let you go."

Xiahou Cheng was merely the First Chief of Blackwind Stronghold, an Innate Perfection martial artist. Across all of Jing Prefecture, he was nothing much.

The Zhou Clan, Pan Clan, and Chen Clan.

All three were great families of Jing Prefecture City.

With the slightest movement of a finger, any one of the three families could destroy Blackwind Stronghold hundreds or thousands of times over.

Xiahou Cheng's face darkened. A hidden gleam flickered uncertainly in his eyes as his gaze moved back and forth among Zhou Jin, Pan Hu, and Chen Nanxing.

He had already grievously injured Pan Hu and Chen Nanxing. The Pan Clan and Chen Clan would never spare him.

Xiahou Cheng did not come from a great family, but he understood just how ruthless such families could be.

These people were not particularly strong.

If he dealt with them all, no one would know.

At worst, he could kill them all and leave Blackwind Mountain.

At that thought, a fierce gleam burst from the depths of Xiahou Cheng's eyes. Step by steady, slow step, he closed in on Zhou Jin.

No matter how foolish Zhou Jin was, she understood Xiahou Cheng's intentions. She stumbled backward, her face pale as she said, "If you kill us, the Zhou Clan, Pan Clan, and Chen Clan will never let you go."

"As long as I kill all of you, who will know I did it?"

A vicious glint flashed in Xiahou Cheng's eyes.

"You?!"

Zhou Jin slumped weakly into the chair.

Just then.

A voice rang out.

"Have you forgotten us?"

Xiahou Cheng turned around. The one who had spoken was Zhao Zhi.

Zhao Zhi looked over calmly, his expression composed.

"I had planned to leave you until last. Since you insist on seeking death first, this stronghold master will not hold back."

As soon as the words fell.

Xiahou Cheng's incomparably massive body charged out, like a heavy boulder crashing toward Zhao Zhi.

Zhao Zhi silently watched Xiahou Cheng's every movement. At the instant Xiahou Cheng was about to throw his punch, Zhao Zhi lifted his foot and stomped heavily into Xiahou Cheng's chest, power erupting immediately afterward.

Crack.

Amid the sound of breaking bones, Xiahou Cheng's charging body abruptly stopped. The next instant, he flew backward at even greater speed, smashing violently into the tiger-skin chair.

The tiger-skin chair burst apart on the spot, countless fragments shooting in all directions.

Gurgle.

Xiahou Cheng opened his mouth, and vast quantities of blood continuously poured from it, dyeing a large area red in moments.

Zhao Zhi glanced indifferently at Xiahou Cheng, then swept a hand over the long saber at his waist.

The long saber flew from its sheath, spinning through the air before shooting toward Xiahou Cheng, piercing through him and pinning him to the ground.

[You killed a man who committed evil in all directions, cruel and brutal. Merit +223.]