Chapter 175: What Level of Scum Dares to Serve Wu Xian as a Dog? (Requesting Monthly Votes)

A punch swung down, its force condensed to the extreme, carrying an utterly tyrannical will, arriving before Xuan Yuan Dapan in the blink of an eye.

Unlike the previous punch, which had used only three-tenths of his strength, this one, though claimed to be five-tenths, produced an astonishingly quiet disturbance—only an invisible force rippled, leaving not the slightest ripple in the surroundings.

Seeing this, the crowd froze in slight bewilderment, thinking Wu Xian was mocking them.

But the next instant, under the horrified gaze of Xuan Yuan Guoqi and other experts, Xuan Yuan Dapan inside the deep pit stood frozen like a statue, his face twisted in rage and panic—then, after a moment, he toppled backward, yet before his body touched the ground, he turned to ash and scattered into the air.

There was no fierce resistance, no desperate counterattack; the opponent had merely flicked out a punch as if brushing off dust—and Xuan Yuan Dapan, the patriarch who had dominated Jianzhou and Jiangdong for nearly sixty years, was instantly reduced to ash, dying with absurd ease.

"This… this…"

A bead of cold sweat rolled down Xuan Yuan Guoqi's forehead; his once-mighty body, hardened to the First Rank Golden Body realm, began to tremble slowly.

Looking up again at Wu Xian, standing suspended in midair, his eyes were filled with terror and despair—as if he were not gazing at a man, but a world-class demon wearing human skin.

Was Xuan Yuan Dapan weak?

Of course not.

As previously mentioned, though he had lost every major battle in the past, each of his opponents had been a peerless master standing at the pinnacle of the martial world.

If Xuan Yuan Dapan's cultivation had truly been mediocre, how could such figures have deigned to face him?

Especially after breaking through to the Heavenly Phenomenon realm, Xuan Yuan Dapan had devoted himself to dual cultivation of Dao, and in recent years had shown signs of synthesizing Buddhism, Confucianism, and Daoism, stepping toward the Land Immortal realm—his combat power naturally soared.

In this era, when the Sword God had vanished and Cao Guanzi and the Peach Blossom Sword Immortal had yet to rise, Xuan Yuan Dapan's combat strength ranked among the top five in the martial world.

Yet this peak martial master, before the monstrous young man before him, could not withstand even two punches—reduced to ash, scattered everywhere.

What realm was this? What martial power? Even the old monster guarding Wudicheng in the Eastern Sea might struggle to achieve this!

"Plop!" xN

At that moment, a chorus of heavy thuds rose one after another—the sound of golden knees hitting the ground.

Xuan Yuan Guoqi stared in shock: all the Xuan Yuan clan members and guest experts who had arrived, prostrated themselves en masse toward Wu Xian and his companions, bowing with flawless, resonant precision—as if they had rehearsed it countless times.

Not only did they kneel—they wept and screamed.

"We've suffered long under the old dog of Huishan! Thank heaven, today the Young Master has acted—finally, this shameless old villain has been punished!"

"To be honest, I became a guest expert of the Xuan Yuan clan under coercion—just two days ago, he slept with my wife and daughter together—utterly inhuman!"

"That's right! He slept with my wife too!"

"Me too! Xuan Yuan Dapan didn't just sleep with my wife and daughters—he even touched my eighty-year-old mother!"

"Me too!"

"Aaaah! The old Xuan Yuan dog is finally dead! Good riddance! My vengeance is finally avenged!!"

"The Young Master's killing of the old Xuan Yuan dog is no less than a rebirth to us—we vow to serve him faithfully, to the death, without hesitation!"

"We vow to die for the Young Master!!"

…

The usually silent Snowy Terrace now erupted in clamor—some fawned, others wept with gratitude, and even some Xuan Yuan clan members rushed to beg Xuan Yuan Jincheng to plead for mercy on their behalf.

All this, like a vivid display of human nature, revealed mostly its most vile aspects—Deng Tai'e beside Wu Xian sneered repeatedly with contempt.

Standing on the other side, Xuan Yuan Jincheng shook his head silently: Huishan had truly become a den of filth. Even without Wu Xian's intervention, he would have sought an opportunity one day to cleanse the accumulated snow from this terrace.

"Shut up."

After a moment, Wu Xian finally spoke—his calm voice carried the weight of heavenly decree; the chaotic scene instantly fell silent, as if every throat had been clenched shut, not a single word left to be uttered.

"Perhaps the Xuan Yuan clan deserves death—but what of you?"

"Bandits, fugitives, even infamous womanizers… Hah! The Xuan Yuan clan, to strengthen itself, spared no scum—any rotten fruit would do."

"And you, such trash, dare to think of serving Wu Xian as a dog? Go piss on a mirror and look at yourself—do you even qualify?"

Hearing Wu Xian's words, their hearts turned icy; they felt the death star above them flickering. Only Xuan Yuan Guoqi and a few First Rank martial experts, gritting their teeth against the invisible pressure, forced themselves to stand and roared.

"Brothers! This man clearly has no intention of leaving us alive—then let us fight to the death! Perhaps we still have a sliver of hope!"

"Right! No matter how powerful he is, he's still just one man! Before his qi is drained, he can't kill us all!"

"Kill!!"

As the final "Kill!" echoed, it was as if a switch had been flipped—instantly, every guest expert and Xuan Yuan clan member on the Snowy Terrace bared their weapons, eyes blazing red, activating their lightness arts and unleashing their full strength to surge toward Wu Xian in midair.

"Good! Admirable courage!"

Wu Xian grinned, slowly raised his right fist, and for the third time, swung his punch.

BOOM——————!!!!

An utterly violent qi burst forth, forming in midair a fist-shaped imprint a hundred zhang wide.

The terrifying force scraped against the air, igniting searing flames that wrapped the fist imprint in roaring fire, even warping space itself.

Facing this incomparable, terrifying power, their faces turned deathly pale; their will to resist vanished instantly, their internal qi collapsing like a dam breaking, falling from the sky like dumplings dropped into boiling water.

BOOM—BOOM—BOOM—

The fist imprint struck the Snowy Terrace, unleashing a deafening roar—its force shattered mountains and split rocks, pierced through rock and soil, plunging deep into the mountain's core, shaking the entire Huishan.

If someone looked down from above, it would seem as if a giant hand had slammed onto a sand table, the shockwaves radiating outward, stirring endless dust that spread in all directions.

Yet when a mountain wind swept through, clearing the airborne dust, the Snowy Terrace remained exactly as before—as if not a single brick or tile had been disturbed.

"I… I'm not dead?!"

A Second Rank junior master, mouth agape, snapped out of his daze, frantically patting his body—confirming he was unharmed, he burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably like a child weighing over two hundred jin.

Around him, many others wept with relief—but more still stood frozen like Xuan Yuan Dapan had, staring blankly upward, their eyes slowly dimming.

HUHUHU—

Another mountain wind blew, scattering ash—Xuan Yuan Guoqi and roughly two-thirds of the guest martial artists were carried away by the wind, dissolving swiftly into the swirling snow.

(End of Chapter)