Chapter 136

137. Chapter 137: A Martial Artist's Fury?

At this moment, at the other end of Sanyang City.

This was the location of the Han Zhao Wuguan.

At this moment, Han Jin, the resident expert of the Han Zhao Wuguan, had already received some important news. For example, Zhao Ge of the Zhao Zhao Wuguan had reappeared at the city gate, killed a Blood Cultivation martial artist of the Jin family, and then ridden into the city, his whereabouts currently unknown. Another example was that a powerful top disciple had emerged from the Zhao Zhao Wuguan and was currently storming the Jin Zhao Wuguan. According to the latest news, Jin Jin Da Dao, the resident expert of the Jin Zhao Wuguan, was already dead.

The opponent was very strong, suspected to be a Meridian Cultivation expert. According to normal logic, he was likely already engaged in battle with the Jin Zhao Wuguan's master, Jin Jin Zhihuan.

Perhaps the outcome had already been decided, but the news had not yet arrived.

If Jin Jin Zhihuan had won, then everything was fine; at least the Han family would not need to lose disciples to face an attack from an expert. But if he had lost... then the problem was serious.

"Damn it! Didn't Zhao Ge get hit by Master's Heart-Destroying Palm, and with his soul damaged, wasn't he already at the end of his rope? How is it that after a few days, not only is he not dead, but he has killed his way back into Sanyang City, stirred up a storm, and found some top disciple from who knows where..."

Han Jin slammed his chair and stood up, pacing back and forth in the main hall in anxiety.

On the eighteen chairs in the hall, over a dozen peak Blood Cultivation martial artists sat in silence, rubbing their palms, all feeling immense pressure in their hearts.

Even Jin Jin Da Dao had been killed; that top disciple of the Zhao Zhao Wuguan was definitely a Meridian Cultivation expert.

If he also defeated that "Wind-Listening Blade," then the Han family was truly in danger.

"Han Jin, calm down! As a resident expert, how can you be so unstable? A small matter makes you this panicked; how can you take charge of our Han Zhao Wuguan in the future?"

At this moment, on the main seat, a burly man of about fifty with a thick beard shouted in a deep voice.

His name was Han Han Tianbao, a Meridian Cultivation expert and the master of the Han Zhao Wuguan.

Han Jin stopped his pace, then lowered his head in apology: "Master is right to scold me. Disciple was suddenly faced with such a great change and couldn't help but be a bit flustered. I ask for Master's punishment."

"I don't blame you. Who is 'Wind-Listening Blade' Jin Zhihuan? A top-tier expert famous in Sanyang City. Even if he is over sixty and his blood and energy have begun to decline, that mouthful of heart-blood is still there. If he forces that breath of blood to restore his strength to its peak, who in this Xingzhou land would not avoid his edge? Even I would not dare to fight him head-on," Han Tianbao's gaze sank slightly.

"If that top disciple who emerged from the Zhao Zhao Wuguan truly has the strength to kill Jin Jin Zhihuan with his own hands, the Han Zhao Wuguan is indeed facing an unprecedented crisis. That old dog Zhao Ge is truly lucky; he was clearly about to be finished, yet he managed to turn things around and pull out such a figure."

Speaking of this, Han Han Tianbao felt a bit helpless, but then he snorted coldly: "However, you don't need to be too panicked. Even if old dog Zhao Ge is not dead, he is nothing to fear. He is injured and won't recover so quickly. Even if he can still fight, at most he has only sixty or seventy percent of his previous strength. If he dares to appear before me, I can kill him with one palm. As for that top disciple of the Zhao Zhao Wuguan, if he wants to take my school, he must first get past the 'Wind-Listening Blade'."

"Master is right. Zhao Ge is nothing to fear, and the outcome between the Zhao Zhao Wuguan's top disciple and Jin Jin Zhihuan is not yet decided. For us to boost the enemy's morale and destroy our own prestige now is unwise. Besides, Master is also a long-famous Meridian Cultivation expert, with your blood and energy still at their peak, not yet in decline. If the enemy dares to come, it will be death for them," a Blood Cultivation martial artist immediately stood up and shouted.

Upon hearing this, Han Jin nodded in agreement. He could not think of everything in the worst light; he had to think of the positive side to stabilize the hearts of the people.

"Wait for news. If there is truly a battle, I will let them know the power of the Heart-Destroying Palm. You don't need to worry," Han Han Tianbao said with a calm expression, slowly closing his eyes again.

He needed to conserve his energy to deal with the battle that could erupt at any moment.

The people in the hall saw this and also patiently waited.

About a moment later.

A Marrow Cultivation disciple, looking nervous, ran hurriedly toward the main hall.

"The scout is back."

Han Jin strode forward and, without waiting for the disciple to speak, immediately asked: "What is the situation at the Jin Zhao Wuguan? Have the Zhao Zhao Wuguan's top disciple and Jin Jin Zhihuan decided the outcome? Who won?"

The disciple's face was anxious as he immediately replied: "Reporting to Senior Brother, the... the Jin Zhao Wuguan has lost. 'Wind-Listening Blade' Jin Jin Zhihuan was killed by the Zhao Zhao Wuguan's top disciple in the front courtyard of the school."

"What?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Han Jin's eyes widened; the thing he feared most had finally happened.

The "Wind-Listening Blade" had actually lost.

"How is this possible? Jin Jin Zhihuan is a long-famous expert; how could he be defeated by a nobody?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! That is a Meridian Cultivation expert! Once he brings out his heart-blood, he immediately returns to his peak. Who in Sanyang City can kill him?"

"Was Jin Jin Zhihuan truly killed? Are you sure the news is correct?"

For a moment, the Blood Cultivation martial artists in the hall were shocked and stood up upon hearing this news. They spoke over each other, unable to believe that the Zhao Zhao Wuguan's top disciple had truly succeeded in taking the school. Was this martial artist who appeared from nowhere really that terrifying?

"Yes, the news is true. The Jin Zhao Wuguan is in chaos now. Those Jin family blade-men are acting like madmen, killing anyone they see, wanting to take twenty heads to present to the Zhao Zhao Wuguan's top disciple in exchange for a way to live," the disciple said again: "Seeing the chaos, I didn't dare to stay long and ran back immediately to deliver the news."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's illusions were shattered.

The Jin Zhao Wuguan was truly finished.

Finished completely and utterly.

However, after a brief silence, everyone looked at Han Han Tianbao on the main seat.

With the Jin family gone, it was their turn next.

Han Han Tianbao remained with his eyes closed, unmoved. He was not one of these young brats; Han Han Tianbao had roamed the world his whole life and had seen every kind of storm. Even with a major event like the taking of a school, he remained as steady as Mount Tai.

"Master, what should we do next?" Han Jin could not hold back and stepped forward, asking anxiously.

After a moment, Han Tianbao slowly opened his eyes and said coldly: "Naturally, we will have a fight with that top disciple of the Zhao Martial Arts School. After I kill him, we will take over the Jin Martial Arts School as well. By then, our Han Martial Arts School will be the sole power in Sanyang City. I know what you are worried about; you are just afraid that I will lose to that guy."

"But I can tell you, I will not lose. That guy fought Jin Jin Zhihuan first and his strength is depleted. If he dares to come now, he will surely die here. You go, open the gates of our Han Zhao Wuguan. If anyone comes, no need to block them; let them in, so that no one says our Han family is afraid of death, keeping the gates closed and not daring to fight. Hmph."

"Yes, Master."

A Blood Cultivation martial artist immediately walked out of the hall and ordered the disciples to open the gates of the Han Zhao Wuguan.

Once the gates were opened, the momentum was established, and everyone felt as if they had taken a reassurance pill, regaining some confidence.

After all, their master, Han Han Tianbao, was also a famous expert. Now that he was conserving his energy and waiting for the enemy, how could he not win?

Thinking of this, everyone sat back down and began to wait quietly.

As expected.

After waiting for another moment.

Outside the gates of the Han Zhao Wuguan, a crisp sound of horse hooves was heard. A black steed carrying a young man in a flying-fish suit, tall and robust, with an extraordinary aura, galloped toward them. This man seemed to view the heroes of the world as nothing; even in front of the Han Zhao Wuguan, he dared to gallop and raise his horse's hooves, not putting this school in his eyes at all.

Behind this person followed a woman; she must be a follower, not worth much attention.

"He's here."

Han Han Tianbao stood up abruptly, then with his thick hands behind his back, he stood up his burly body and walked with long strides to the entrance of the main hall.

Looking up, his gaze locked directly onto the extraordinary young man on horseback.

"Where is Han Han Tianbao? Get out here!"

Li Yi rode in and roared immediately, his powerful voice carrying the martial artist's energy, rippling through the surroundings and kicking up a cloud of dust, possessing a momentum that seized the initiative.

"Audacious!"

"Arrogant!"

Angry shouts echoed. Over a dozen top-tier Blood Cultivation martial artists in the hall rushed out together, instantly surrounding Li Yi and Rong Niang, who had ridden in.

"You are the top disciple of the Zhao Zhao Wuguan? Indeed young, but you are too arrogant. This is my Han Zhao Wuguan, not a place for you to run wild. Even if you are a dragon, you have to coil up here for me; otherwise, our Han Zhao Wuguan's dozen-plus Blood Cultivation martial artists will surely stain you with blood, letting you know what a martial artist's fury is!" Han Jin shouted loudly at this moment.

Even if they were losing, they couldn't lose their stance; this momentum could not be lost.

"A martial artist's fury? I already witnessed it at the Jin Zhao Wuguan. Your 'martial artist's fury' is nothing more than banging your heads against the ground; it's not worth worrying about." Li Yi sat on his horse and laughed loudly, wild and unrestrained.

"Banging heads against the ground? You dare to insult me like this?" Han Jin roared, his eyes turning red, wishing he could raise his palm and kill him.

Li Yi's smile faded, and he replied: "Insult you? In my eyes, you are all just withered bones in a grave; how is that an insult? Now get out of the way and let Han Han Tianbao come over."

"Don't think that just because you are a Meridian Cultivation expert, I am afraid of you. If our Han Zhao Wuguan's twenty-plus Blood Cultivation martial artists and over a hundred Bone and Marrow Cultivation experts swarm you, we might just be able to pull you off your horse. Once your strength is exhausted, you will be nothing but dead." Han Jin had a determination to rather be a broken jade than an intact tile.

He truly wanted to mobilize all the disciples in the school, exhaust Li Yi's strength, and win a chance for victory for his master, Han Han Tianbao.

"Exhaust me? Come, try it."

Li Yi's eyes glowed brightly, his killing intent suddenly rising. His pupils instantly transformed into vertical slits, like a hungry dragon waking up, wanting to feed on the Han family martial artists.

"Your eyes... are you human or demon?"

Stared at by these vertical pupils, Han Jin was shocked and subconsciously took a step back.

He had never seen such a person. Being stared at by such a gaze made him involuntarily recall the scene from when he was young and his martial arts were not yet mastered. At that time, he had encountered a one-horned python in the mountains; the python's eyes were just like this—cold and full of ferocity, viewing people as prey, capable of easily killing him at any moment.

He never expected that after so many years, he would one day feel this kind of terrifying gaze from a human.

Seeing that the resident expert Han Jin's momentum was suppressed, Han Han Tianbao knew he had to show his face. He stood with his hands behind his back and chest puffed out, his burly body moving like a mountain, intending to support his disciple and boost everyone's courage.

"I am the master of the Han Zhao Wuguan you are looking for, Han Han Tianbao. You are the top disciple of the Zhao Zhao Wuguan? Since you are a person of status, you should state your name and purpose, so as not to cause misunderstandings and invite laughter."

Han Han Tianbao's voice was muffled, like a lion holding back its anger, scrutinizing his opponent.

"Oh, I have to state my name? Since you are so polite, calling me 'top disciple' this and 'top disciple' that, then I will oblige." Li Yi's smile faded, then he dismounted and cupped his hands in a salute, his vertical pupils staring coldly at the man before him: "I am the top disciple of the Zhao Zhao Wuguan, Li Yi. Today I come to visit for only one thing: to beat you all to death, or be beaten to death by you all."

Silence.

Oppressive silence.

At this moment, not only the Blood Cultivation martial artists, but even Han Han Tianbao's eyes were spitting fire.

They had seen arrogant people, but never anyone this arrogant.

Right in front of everyone in the Han Zhao Wuguan, he dared to say such things.

"This top disciple's mouth is truly something else; in the future, we must never let him speak randomly..." At this moment, Rong Niang also couldn't help but subconsciously take several steps back, fearing that if the other side suddenly started fighting, she would be dragged into the energy and lose her life in the confusion.