Jin Wei Shows His Might-Living for Just One Breath!

Outside Qingyang Mountain.

Though the party numbered only a few dozen, it carried the momentum of a thousand-man battle formation, surging like a torrent. At its easternmost edge, a fire dragon seemed to roar, kindling crimson flames!

Close behind came a savage sharpness that pierced the void like a golden spear. This was the Golden Spear Clan!

The Wandering Cloud Tribe and Inkstone Mountain Tribe marched alongside them, their equally savage momentum swelling like a tide, wave after wave washing toward Qingyang Mountain!

At their head, the four elders' beards and hair whipped wildly. Their surging presences merged, gathering one after another into a charging front wave, drawing upon the might belonging to the four great tribes that guarded territories spanning ten thousand li, and pressing down upon Qingyang!

This was an intangible momentum. Even in Qingyang Mountain three li away, some tribespeople could faintly sense its oppressive force. Though formless, it bore down upon their hearts and souls!

"Hmph!"

In an instant, a streak of light howled out of the mountain range, tearing apart the four great tribes' linked momentum. Powerful blood Qi streaked across the void like a sun before landing upon the bronze battle platform outside the mountain!

"Halt!"

In that instant, a forceful roar, brimming with confidence, pierced heaven and earth, rushing toward the direction from which the four great tribes charged.

With a cold snort, Grand Elder Qingyang Rong manifested a giant hand and slapped down a surge of savage blood Qi.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

This force swept through more than a li, utterly shattering the remnants of the four tribes' savage onslaught. The elders leading the four great tribes involuntarily shuddered, letting out muffled grunts!

The Spirit Seizing Realm!

A trace of anger flashed through the four grand elders' eyes, but they could do nothing. The grand elders of all five great tribes had originally been at the peak of Divine Repository, yet this old Qingyang bastard alone had somehow encountered an opportunity and taken another step forward in his declining years!

This was not merely an increase in strength, but an extension of lifespan. Which of them did not fear death?

Such was the might of Spirit Seizing, directly scattering the combined momentum of all four!

"You have come as guests to our Qingyang Tribe. Why make such a grand commotion?"

"Old Qingyang ghost, I never thought you would truly take that step." Jin Li, the Golden Spear Clan's grand elder, spoke. The anger in his eyes was the fiercest. The Golden Spear Clan had been trapped deep within the wild forest these past days; he hardly needed to think to know it was Qingyang's doing.

"Little Brother Jin Li, I trust you've been well!"

"Enough nonsense! Old Qingyang ghost, since you've already built the bronze battle platform and know why our four tribes have come, spare us the chatter!" the Inkstone Mountain Tribe's grand elder shouted.

"Old Qingyang ghost, have your tribesmen hurry up and prepare some food. Once the matches are over, we can sample Qingyang Mountain's wild game."

"Indeed, old Qingyang ghost. Perhaps by the time the youngsters finish competing, the beast meat from the mountain will be freshly cooked!"

"Hmph, I fear you won't be getting into Qingyang Mountain today!" Qingyang Rong snorted coldly.

"Old Qingyang ghost, why don't we see the other youths of your Qingyang Tribe? Did they realize they were no match for our four tribes' youths and give up without a fight, building this platform especially for the youths of our four tribes to exchange martial skills?"

Only then did the people of the four great tribes notice that no other Qingyang Tribe warriors stood before them. There was not even much activity within the Qingyang Mountain Range.

Looking into the distance, they saw the Qingyang Clan's people going about their own affairs on Qingyang Mountain, seemingly paying little attention to their arrival.

They also saw a figure sitting cross-legged in the center of the bronze battle platform behind Qingyang Rong.

"Old Qingyang ghost, surely you don't intend to have that little brat behind you fight the young geniuses of our four clans!"

"I'm the one fighting for Qingyang."

Hearing someone speak, Jin Wei rose, scratched his head with an honest, simple air, then looked toward the four tribes' warriors before speaking in a deep, muffled voice.

In fact, Jin Wei had been sitting cross-legged on the battle platform since the previous night. Before entering seclusion, Qingyang Huan had instructed him to fight in his place. For the favor of giving him the method to open his Divine Repository alone, Jin Wei had agreed without hesitation.

"Dark brat, I'll fight you!"

Among the Golden Spear Clan, a youth held two golden crescent-shaped weapons, one in each hand, with guards in their centers. The twin crescents shielded his front, combining offense and defense.

"Excellent, the twin crescent spears-the Golden Spear Clan's inherited weapon art! Little Brother Jin, it seems your Golden Spear Tribe has a worthy successor!"

Seeing the youth leap onto the battle platform, the Inkstone Mountain Tribe's grand elder chuckled.

"Haha, Yang'er's spear techniques still have their shortcomings. He'll need your discerning eye, Brother Yan!" The Golden Spear Clan's grand elder waved a hand as he replied.

"Jin Yang of the Golden Spear Clan! Dark brat, state your-"

Jin Yang brandished his twin crescent spears, brimming with fighting spirit as he shouted at Jin Wei. Before he could finish, however, his words were stopped at his lips, and a fist grew larger in his eyes.

Boom!

In his haste, he swung his twin spears to block the fist, only to feel his entire body flying backward.

Boom!

Jin Yang was knocked straight off the battle platform and crashed to the ground. Churning blood Qi surged within him, and blood welled uncontrollably from his mouth.

"Cough... cough... you..."

He stared fixedly at Jin Wei on the battle platform, unable to speak.

By now, the Qingyang Clan's young warriors had gathered around the platform. Some of them shuddered instinctively upon seeing Jin Wei send Jin Yang flying with a single punch. At that moment, they recalled the scene when they had charged into Jin Wei's stone courtyard yesterday.

What a miserable beating that had been!

More than a dozen of them had been knocked down by Jin Wei's fists, utterly unable to resist. Now, seeing Jin Yang enjoying the same treatment, their eyes could not help gleaming with excitement.

"I refuse to accept this! He ambushed me!"

Supported by his clansmen, Jin Yang shouted loudly, anger in his eyes.

"This must be the sort of person Brother Huan said would only live for one breath after meeting a savage beast."

At that moment, a snot-nosed child of the Qingyang Tribe tilted his face up to look at the furious Jin Yang, snuffling constantly through his nose.

Though his voice was quiet, it instantly darkened the Golden Spear Clan's grand elder's face. He wanted nothing more than to beat that snot-nosed child's bottom black and blue. Did the Qingyang Clan cultivate its wickedness from childhood?

Truly wicked!

Pfft!

The next moment, Jin Yang, who had just been helped up, spat out another mouthful of blood, his chest heaving.

"What skill is there in an ambush!"

Another furious shout came from the Golden Spear Clan, and another youth stepped onto the battle platform.

"Crescent Moon Slash!"

Having learned from Jin Yang's lesson, this Golden Spear youth sent the golden crescent spear in his hand straight toward Jin Wei.

Yet Jin Wei still threw a single punch, without the slightest flourish, simply crashing it into the golden crescent spear.

Boom!

With a thunderous crash, before anyone could react, the Golden Spear Clan's youth flew sideways. Jin Yang, who had been complaining about an ambush just moments before, promptly shut his mouth.

Even his older clansman had been knocked off the battle platform by a single head-on blow. His older clansman had already advanced to the Divine Treasure Realm. Though he had only advanced a few days ago and had yet to stabilize his realm, Divine Repository was still Divine Repository. He had transcended the most fundamental Body Casting, yet even he was no match for that dark brat on the platform.

Naturally, the four great tribes' elders now saw it too. The dark brat on the platform had already advanced to the Divine Treasure Realm. Though he had not displayed the wondrous abilities of the Divine Treasure Realm, he had clearly advanced only recently as well.

"Qingyang has hidden this deep!"

The Inkstone Mountain grand elder spoke rather coldly. A youth in the Qingyang Tribe had advanced to the Divine Treasure Realm, yet Inkstone Mountain had not noticed at all. Clearly, Qingyang had been waiting for their arrival.

"Haha, an unaccomplished little brat of ours can only be taught within our own tribe. If we made him known throughout the Great Wilderness, only for him to fail to live up to his reputation, wouldn't that be a tremendous disgrace?" Grand Elder Qingyang Rong replied with a hearty laugh.

But as his words fell, the Golden Spear Clan's grand elder's face darkened further.

"Don't get arrogant! The Fire Dragon Tribe will fight you!"

Immediately afterward, a streak of fiery light charged onto the battle platform.

Meanwhile, three li away, two figures stood atop a hundred-zhang peak on the outermost edge of Qingyang Mountain.

"Dad, I have a good eye, don't I?"

Qingyang Huan watched the matches on the distant platform with delight, showing no intention of going down to fight, as though the four great tribes had not come to challenge Qingyang at all.

"That dark brat is indeed good. After this contest, we can take him into the tribe."

"Dad, you're even stealing your son's people! I'm the one who brought Jin Wei back," Qingyang Huan could not help shouting. He casually waved the Stone Spear in his hand, setting off explosive cracks in the air.

"Even you belong to Qingyang, brat. Why make so much fuss?"

While Qingyang Huan spoke with his father, Jin Wei had already fought five people in succession on the battle platform below, knocking every one of them outside the platform.

Of the four great tribes that had come this time, the Wandering Cloud Tribe had only Yun Caiyue left, its two youths having been abducted back to Qingyang Mountain by Qingyang Huan. The Inkstone Mountain Tribe had two, the Golden Spear Clan had two, and the Fire Dragon Tribe had two.

Yet now, Jin Wei alone had swept through most of the four great tribes' fighters. Qingyang Huan could even tell that Jin Wei had used his Golden Ape Three Fists only once, with two more uses still untouched!