Chapter 100

"Didn't expect this, Brother Xu, Clan Head Ding, Clan Head Lin!" Elder Ji Yuanzhen Yuanzhen stood three zhang away, sneering with a playful look on his face, though his gaze subconsciously glanced at the corpse of Gong Gong Zhonghou lying on the ground.

At this moment, Ding Ding Banghong spat out another mouthful of blood.

"We truly didn't expect this; it seems all our families have been schemed against by you! You killed Xu Xu Zhicheng and the others, right? It's laughable that I thought it was the Ding family who did it," Xu Xu Zhiyuan said in a deep voice, his internal blood and force quietly circulating, slowly recovering.

"Brother Xu, you think too highly of me. I am not as cold-blooded as you, sacrificing the lives of so many clansmen and old friends just to scheme against you!

On the contrary, you are the ones who are too cruel and heartless. If you had even slightly considered old feelings and spared our Ji family, how could you have ended up in this state?" Elder Ji Yuanzhen Yuanzhen said.

"That's true. But since it wasn't you, what is the meaning of Brother Yuanzhen's appearance this time? Could it be that you want to take advantage of our four-family battle to be the fisherman who reaps the rewards? Or perhaps you saw that I was severely injured and Ding Ding Bangcheng and the others were unable to fight, and thought you could take the opportunity to kill us for revenge?" As Xu Xu Zhiyuan said this, he suddenly revealed a ferocious grin, and the sharp sword in his hand was slowly raised, its sword light flickering.

"Believe it or not, even if I am severely injured, I can still kill another eighth-rank Great Wu Shi!"

Upon hearing this, Elder Ji Yuanzhen Yuanzhen subconsciously took several steps back.

Xia Daoming and Liang Liang Jingtang followed him back.

"Haha!" Xu Xu Zhiyuan laughed wildly upon seeing this, raising his sword and stepping forward.

Seeing this, Elder Ji Yuanzhen Yuanzhen finally seemed to feel humiliated.

"Kill!"

Elder Ji Yuanzhen Yuanzhen let out a loud shout, his entire body's blood and force surging, drawing his blade and charging at Xu Xu Zhiyuan.

He, who was originally thin and elegant, now looked like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, his momentum incomparably ferocious.

"A centipede dies but never falls; Daoming, wouldn't this be a bit risky? Perhaps you should..." Liang Liang Jingtang's heart skipped a beat upon seeing this, and he whispered to Xia Daoming beside him.

"The old master is advanced in age after all, and there isn't much time left for him to explore the Grandmaster realm. This battle might provide him with inspiration and help," Xia Daoming interrupted, his gaze fixed on Xu Xu Zhiyuan as sharp as a sword.

"Eighth-rank, and his blood and force are actually this abundant!" Xu Xu Zhiyuan's expression changed slightly, and then he suddenly tapped his toes on the ground, his entire body actually retreating rapidly toward the Xu family's direction.

Xu Xu Zhiyuan was actually at the end of his rope; he had originally bullied Elder Ji Yuanzhen Yuanzhen for his advanced age, thinking he could still manage to repel or even kill him.

As it turned out, he hadn't expected the surging blood and force Elder Ji Yuanzhen Yuanzhen erupted with to be almost on par with Xu Xu Shixiong's. How could he dare to fight again? He decisively chose to run back to his base first.

"Damn! How shameless!" Xia Daoming was stunned upon seeing this, and then he stomped his foot hard on the ground.

"Boom!"

The bluestone-paved street surface shattered one after another, gravel flew everywhere, a large pit was left on the ground, and even several houses by the street were shaken to collapse. Amidst the flying dust, Xia Daoming had already shot out like a cannonball.

"Damn, there's no need to be this exaggerated!" Watching the massive momentum caused by Xia Daoming and seeing him catch up to Xu Xu Zhiyuan in the blink of an eye, even though Master Yuchi Xiao and the others already knew he was a freak, they were still stunned into speechlessness.

Xu Xu Zhiyuan felt a powerful momentum sweeping over him from behind; he looked back and saw that the young man who had just been standing behind Elder Ji Yuanzhen Yuanzhen was already behind him.

"This..." Xu Xu Zhiyuan's hair stood on end; without thinking, he swung his sword at Xia Daoming.

The sword light was dazzling, shooting out like lightning.

Xia Daoming raised the arm wearing the arm shield and blocked it with a light wave.

"Clang!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

The arm shield was unscathed.

Not only that, but Xia Daoming's body continued to charge forward.

Xu Xu Zhiyuan was truly terrified upon seeing this.

He was a Martial Arts Grandmaster; even if he was at the end of his rope, this sword strike, swung to save his life, was still incredibly powerful.

An ordinary eighth-rank Great Wu Shi would at least be obstructed and stopped, if not repelled.

As it turned out, the opponent had blocked it easily and hadn't been affected at all.

"Escape!"

Xu Xu Zhiyuan had only one thought.

But just as this thought arose in Xu Xu Zhiyuan's mind, an incomparably sharp murderous intent had already pierced through his body.

The spear tip, flashing with a dark, cold light, magnified rapidly in his pupils.

A heaven-shaking spear strike, extremely fast, with spear light blocking all his paths of evasion; he could only retreat.

But Xu Xu Zhiyuan knew very well that his speed of retreat could absolutely not compare to this lightning-fast spear strike.

A life-and-death moment.

Years of bitter cultivation in martial arts allowed Xu Xu Zhiyuan's mind to instantly enter a state of incomparable ethereal calmness.

"Roar!"

A tiger's roar erupted suddenly.

The remaining internal force erupted within Xu Xu Zhiyuan's body at this moment like a mountain torrent.

Even his skin began to seep blood.

Following the trajectory of the Profound Dragon Spear's thrust, Xu Xu Zhiyuan's giant sword struck out like lightning.

The sword light surged, actually spraying out over a zhang in length.

The spear tip first struck the dazzling, thick, and long sword light.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

As the spear tip struck the sword light, the collision of the two powerful forces emitted a low, explosive sound.

The sword light shattered one after another, and points of starlight scattered like gorgeous fireworks blooming.

The spear tip entered like a hot knife through butter.

Due to the collision and friction of the massive force, the spear tip glowed with a dark red light, as if the iron had been burned red, emitting a scorching aura.

Xu Xu Zhiyuan retreated continuously, his legs sliding across the ground, causing the earth to crack as if it had been plowed.

"Clang!"

The spear tip broke through the sword light and finally struck solidly against the tip of the sword, emitting a crisp sound of metal clashing.

Xu Xu Zhiyuan's body felt as if it had been electrocuted; the giant sword flew out of his hand, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and he fell backward onto the ground.

A point of cold light flashed.

The spear tip was already pressed against Xu Xu Zhiyuan's throat.

The world was deathly silent.

In the restaurant, everyone was almost petrified.

In the minds of everyone, Martial Arts Grandmasters had once been so high and mighty.

Even knowing he had expended a huge amount of energy, even someone as strong as Elder Ji Yuanzhen Yuanzhen felt fearful.

But now, Xia Daoming had knocked his giant sword down with just a single spear strike.

The spear tip was pressed against his throat; as long as the long spear in his hand was pushed forward lightly, a generation of Grandmasters would vanish into thin air.

Ding Ding Bangcheng and the others found it difficult to breathe, their feelings indescribably complex.

They had thought that after destroying the Xu Clan, Li Cheng would be theirs.

But now they realized how naive they had been.

"Who exactly are you?" Xu Xu Zhiyuan asked with a heart full of bitterness.

"A personal disciple of Liang Liang Jingtang from the Hidden Dragon Martial Arts Hall," Xia Daoming replied.

"Liang Liang Jingtang's personal disciple!"

The gazes of Xu Xu Zhiyuan, Ding Ding Bangcheng, and the others all turned toward Liang Liang Jingtang.

Liang Liang Jingtang stood with his hands behind his back, chest puffed out, his internal force surging, his silver hair and sleeves fluttering in the wind, looking indescribably majestic and dashing.

"And also the husband of my granddaughter, Ji Ji Wenyue!" Elder Ji Yuanzhen Yuanzhen held his large blade, stepped forward with long strides, and looked down at Xu Xu Zhiyuan from above.

Xia Daoming was slightly startled.

How did I not know that Ji Ji Wenyue and I had already bowed in marriage?

"So everything was because of his appearance!" Xu Xu Zhiyuan was filled with bitterness.

As he spoke, Xu Xu Zhiyuan's gaze fell back onto Xia Daoming.