Chapter 89

Han Li turned to glance at Master Wang, seeing Wang Juechu’s expression dark as he conferred with three strangers beside him, their faces bearing signs of age and hardship, seemingly troubled by the dwarf’s golden glow. WM.com

The Golden Light Immortal let out another eerie laugh, threw his head back, nostrils flaring upward, then boasted loudly: “I stand here motionless—attack me as you please. If anyone can break my Diamond Unbreakable Art, I may spare your miserable lives.” He laughed again, arrogant and mocking.

The Golden Light Immortal’s words enraged the Qixuan Sect disciples, who had previously harbored some fear of the golden barrier; immediately, several powerful cultivators surged forward to charge the dwarf, but Master Wang halted them.

Wang Juechu waved his hand, recalling the guardian still on the field, then whispered a few words to the burly man among the three beside him. The man nodded, stepped forward with solemn dignity, and walked slowly, step by step, until he stood before the dwarf.

The dwarf looked at the bearded man before him, a venomous glint flashing in his eyes.

He had been mocked since childhood due to his stunted frame, and thus harbored deep hatred for tall, imposing men—this very man fell squarely within his target range. He was already considering how cruelly he would torture him.

This bare-chested man was one of Wang Juechu’s three uncles. Though his thick beard made him seem a brute, he was in fact past sixty years old. As a once-renowned warrior of Qixuan Sect who had slain countless enemies, he would never rashly strike against this strange golden barrier.

He carefully studied the golden radiance, then glanced at the Golden Light Immortal within it. He grinned, suddenly extending two fingers to tap lightly against the barrier—*clang!*—a clear, resonant sound rang out.

This insolent act enraged the Golden Light Immortal. He hissed coldly: “You brute! Do you want me to send you straight to reincarnation?”

The man showed no reaction. Instead, he stepped sideways, appearing beside the dwarf, then kicked off and reappeared behind him.

Thus, the bearded man began circling the Golden Light Immortal, his strides widening, his pace quickening—within moments, his figure blurred into an indistinct whirl, impossible to track.

The Golden Light Immortal grew dizzy from the relentless circling, his fury mounting. Without thinking, he reached into his robe, as if retrieving something.

The bearded man, still circling, had seen the movement clearly.

He suddenly opened his mouth and let out a long, thunderous roar—part dragon’s bellow, part tiger’s howl—deep, resonant, and enduring, shaking the ears of everyone on Sunset Peak, making nearby tree leaves tremble faintly.

The roar stunned the Golden Light Immortal, paralyzing his limbs; his hand, already inside his robe, froze and could not withdraw.

Suddenly, sharp, crisp pops erupted from the man’s body—joint cracks, loud and rapid, growing faster until they surged like a storm, drowning out the roar in an instant.

As the man circled back to the dwarf’s front, he halted abruptly—the roar and joint pops ceased simultaneously.

Only then did those dazed by the noise realize: the man’s body had swelled by more than a full circumference. His chest and arms bulged with muscles, gleaming black as forged iron. Now, beside the dwarf, he appeared like a giant.

Given this momentary respite, the Golden Light Immortal finally pulled a long, black wooden box from his robe. It bore a talisman sealed across its surface, as if imprisoning its contents.

Before the dwarf could tear off the talisman, the giant-like man extended a palm-sized hand and smashed it hard against the golden barrier—*crack!*—the golden glow rippled and warped, causing the dwarf to stagger violently, unable to steady himself to remove the seal.

The Golden Light Immortal was startled—he knew the true power of his golden barrier. For this man to deform it required immense strength. His earlier contempt vanished completely; his fingers tore at the talisman with renewed urgency.

*Rip!*—the talisman finally came free.

The Golden Light Immortal’s face had just broken into a smile when *bang! bang!*—repeated impacts hammered against the barrier. His body shook uncontrollably until he lost balance and collapsed onto the ground.

He realized then: the man was attacking the barrier with fists and feet in a furious, relentless storm. The golden shield bent and bulged like dough under his blows, warping and deforming—its golden light seemed ready to shatter at any moment.

Seeing this, the Golden Light Immortal’s face turned ashen. He abandoned all pretense of divine dignity, frantically fumbling through incantations and hand seals. But in his panic, he made error after error—no effect. The black box remained untouched.

Jia Tianlong, watching from behind, was stunned.

He was both speechless at the Golden Light Immortal’s stupidity and awed by the prowess of Wang Juechu’s uncle. He had personally tested the golden barrier’s strength—it was truly impenetrable, impervious to blades, fire, and water, as solid as diamond. Yet now, this man was pounding it into trembling, malleable distortion.

This was unbelievable—this man’s martial skill was unfathomably profound!

Thinking of the other two similar experts still waiting across from him, Jia Tianlong felt a flicker of regret for having rashly agreed to this duel. Only now did he understand why the other side had so confidently demanded a fight to the death. With three such monsters as backing, he himself would have begged for bloodshed.

As he considered this, Jia Tianlong glanced at the dwarf now on the defensive. He wondered whether he should send someone to aid this famed Immortal—lest the man die without even unleashing his signature flying sword technique, foolishly and senselessly.

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