Chapter 92

As a loyal fan of Tianpeng, he seemed unable to hold back once again, and now his heart was filled with both urgency and anger.

This Peng brother clearly possesses unmatched combat power, so why does he keep yielding to this so-called Erlang Shen at every turn?

How stifling.

How could a figure like Peng brother, who stands tall and firm between heaven and earth, possibly submit to anyone beneath him?

Tianpeng's current mood is exactly the same as Xiong Jing's—both urgent and angry.

This foolish fellow believes whatever he's told; if he keeps talking like this, I estimate that by next year, everyone present will be offering incense to themselves.

Just as he was about to speak and explain, Yang Jian suddenly stood up and walked toward the outside.

"Come, let's fight."

Yang Jian left a faint remark behind, then stepped outside; in his view, fighting in the small shop of his benefactor Chen the shopkeeper was an extremely reckless act.

Originally, he had intended to go to the Heavenly Court to reason with Tianpeng over the matter of the Six Saints of Mei Mountain, but now he only wishes to use the three-pronged, two-edged blade in his hand to reason a little.

"Peng brother, don't be timid—kill him! Prove your strength to everyone; you can do it!"

Clearly, the sword was drawn and the bow was taut, yet Xiong Jing continued to speak carelessly, as if he had no heart or lungs.

Tianpeng nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood—damn it!

He had seemed quite sharp just moments ago, so why is he acting so foolish now? His stubbornness knows no end.

"Self-inflicted harm cannot be survived, Tianpeng—I hope you can hold on a little longer. Da Ye will wait for you to recover from your injuries, and then we'll go treasure hunting together." Xiaotianquan's eyes held a hint of gloating at others' misfortune.

Since we cannot stop it, let's just treat it as watching a show.

For a moment, the Ox Demon King and others all cast Tianpeng a look of helpless sympathy.

Tianpeng hurriedly turned his gaze toward Chen Nuo.

"It's fine—just be more careful in your next life."

Chen Nuo spread his hands.

Upon hearing this, Tianpeng's body swayed violently, on the verge of collapsing, his eyes hollow as he walked toward the door, resembling a valiant warrior who departs and never returns.

"Do you need me to hold back? I can limit myself to the strength of a Taiyi Golden Immortal." Yang Jian looked at the dazed Tianpeng before him and spoke coldly.

Hearing this, Tianpeng's eyes lit up, and he opened his mouth to say: "Okay..."

"Pah! Don't act all holy here—do you really think, with Peng brother's strength, you need to hold back? No, it should be Peng brother holding back for you!"

Xiong Jing, who had followed the spectators out, wore a face full of indignation and exclaimed excitedly: "This is nothing short of a joke!"

A chill flashed in Yang Jian's eyes: "Then you've offended me."

Tianpeng:...

Holy shit, do you really have to screw me over like this!

The three-pronged, two-edged blade in hand, divine edge pointing straight ahead.

Tianpeng had no choice but to block with all his might using the Nine-Tooth Rake; as the War God of the Heavenly Court, Yang Jian's swordsmanship had long reached a state of divine perfection, with few able to match it.

Let alone the fact that he is still a Taiyi Golden Immortal, and Tianpeng's martial arts remain ordinary and unremarkable.

From the very first exchange, Tianpeng fell into a disadvantage, dodging left and right, in a most embarrassing state.

"Now you've seen Tianpeng's true face, haven't you? He's just a half-baked amateur, and you've been blown away by his boasts." Xiaotianquan glanced sideways, speaking kindly.

Xiaotianquan believes that if he lets this fool keep sleeping, there will be no chance left for treasure hunting in the future.

But how could the Black Bear Spirit, who has been completely brainwashed by Tianpeng, possibly listen to such words?

This is his life role model, the guiding light on his path forward—how could he tolerate others slandering him?

He let out a cold snort and said: "What do you know? Peng brother fundamentally looks down on fighting Erlang Shen; otherwise, why wouldn't he retaliate? Or perhaps this is Peng brother's tactic—feigning weakness to lure the enemy, then striking with a killing blow. How could a little black dog like you possibly understand?"

"I am a divine dog, a divine dog! Don't apply descriptions meant for ordinary dogs to me!" Xiaotianquan flared up instantly, treating kindness as if it were donkey liver and lungs.

As they argued, the situation on the field changed instantly.

Yang Jian casually exploited a defensive gap in Tianpeng's stance, and the three-pronged, two-edged blade came down directly.

He had already restrained himself too much, daring not to use wide-range spells, fearing he might destroy the trees surrounding the Chaos Residence.

Seeing Tianpeng unable to hold up, Yang Jian eased his force slightly—he merely wanted to teach him a lesson, not to take his life in a deadly feud.

But in the next moment, everyone was left stunned.

Only the sound of a bang was heard—the impact of the three-pronged, two-edged blade felt like striking metal.

Aside from Chen Nuo, who knows the truth, and Xiaotianquan, who has witnessed this several times before, everyone else was utterly dumbfounded.

How did Tianpeng suddenly change color, and moreover, withstand the blow with his fleshly body?

The Ox Demon King and others clicked their tongues in amazement; Yang Chan's eyes also showed surprise, for she had witnessed Tianpeng display this divine ability before, but who would have thought the effect would be so good—able to withstand his brother's blade head-on?

Quite interesting.

Yang Jian's eyes gained a hint of interest—looks like it won't be too boring after all.

Seeing that he had truly blocked the attack, Tianpeng couldn't help but feel proud, saying: "Go ahead and strike with full force."

Yang Jian froze—he himself didn't know how much force he had held back; where did this fellow get such confidence?

Since he truly wants to fight, then I shall grant him his wish. Thinking this, Yang Jian began to gradually increase his strength.

Twenty percent, thirty percent, forty percent!

Tianpeng did not dodge or evade, but instead began to endure with the "Dead Pig Not Fearful of Boiling Water" divine ability and the passive effect of his thick skin and tough flesh.

Under the double reduction, the effect Yang Jian could achieve was negligible.

Eighty percent!

Yang Jian refused to believe it, suddenly surging his strength—the howling blade caught Tianpeng off guard, startling him into a cold sweat all over.

But Tianpeng decided to gamble once more.

Bang!

The sound shook the ears, the invisible air wave like a fierce wind and sturdy grass, the entire forest rustling in response.

Yang Jian's eyes held surprise—this Tianpeng really can take a beating, can't he?

This fleshly body's strength is no ordinary high, at least far surpassing my own.

You must know he cultivates the Eight-Nine Mystic Arts of the Flesh, yet he doesn't possess such terror.

Receiving the message from the Divine Communication of Thick Skin and Flesh, Tianpeng was overjoyed, his heart unable to stop shouting: Awesome!

Thick Skin and Flesh is awesome!

No wonder he felt nothing just now—it turns out the Divine Communication of Thick Skin and Flesh directly reduced the force of the three-pronged two-edged blade to one-tenth.

Tianpeng lifted his neck, gesturing at Yang Jian with a hooked finger and said: "You, come over, dodge a bit—I'll write Tianpeng's name backwards!"

Such conduct, indeed carries a sense of majestic presence.

"See? I said what I said—how could Peng Ge fear?"

Xiong Jing wore a face of pride, as if the one confronting Yang Jian were him.

"With Peng Ge's composed expression, I just want to ask—who else is there!"

Yang Jian said nothing, merely nodding in his heart—since he truly can withstand it, he'll unleash his strength and strike.

Gripping the three-pronged two-edged blade, he tightened his grip further, eyes widened, and a domineering energy arose spontaneously.

The long blade was raised, then chopped down horizontally.

Tianpeng's previously smug expression froze instantly, and he felt a wave of heart palpitations.

Tianpeng knew this was the spiritual forewarning of Flower Falling Drifting Sway—it only appears when the body judges it cannot block an attack.

Without daring to hesitate further, Tianpeng followed his innate heart, his body and the clever, elusive way pressing against the blade's edge to evade.

The blade's residual force undiminished, it instantly left an extremely deep scar on the ground.

Yang Jian: "Tianpeng, you said you wouldn't dodge, didn't you?"

In front of so many people, Tianpeng's dignity felt a bit strained; his eyes darted and he said: "What do you know, this one? I'm just tired from standing—I need to stretch my muscles and bones."