Chapter 813

"Hah! This old bastard is done for..."

As Liu Jingyi's fist technique faltered, Fenghuo Liancheng was the first to sense it.

Instantly, he swung his great knife, slashing toward Liu Jingyi's opening.

Qi Zhenjun and Cheng Tianting immediately joined in from the sides, ensuring Liu Jingyi could not retreat to defend himself.

Perhaps in the Wu Lin of Jiuzhou, Qi Zhenjun and Cheng Tianting were barely more than minnows, unknown to all.

But in this land beyond the pale, within the Great Qing,

Qi Zhenjun wielded the Wind-Thunder Sword, Cheng Tianting held a Judge's Pen—both names echoed throughout the Great Qing.

Added to which, both had entered the Peerless realm, making them among the very top figures in the Great Qing.

Now, taking advantage of Liu Jingyi's disordered fist technique, they joined forces to restrain him from the flanks—plunging Liu Jingyi into grave peril.

Even though the Seven-Star Tiger-Fist was extraordinarily wondrous, at this moment, everyone—including Liu Jingyi himself—felt he was about to lose.

Just then, a voice sounded beside Liu Jingyi's ear,

"Focus your spirit, guard the void; let the fists trace the Seven Stars!"

This brief phrase, a line from the core doctrine of the Seven-Star Tiger-Fist, inexplicably restored Liu Jingyi's composure from his earlier panic.

For some reason, upon hearing these words, Liu Jingyi immediately gathered his true qi and let out another clear, tiger-like roar.

A titanic air wave surged from his mouth, vast and overwhelming, rolling toward Qi Zhenjun and the other two.

Even though Qi Zhenjun and the other two were among the top experts in the Great Qing,

they were all shaken, their techniques slowing by half a beat from the sudden air wave.

It was precisely that half-beat delay that allowed Liu Jingyi to launch both fists in the posture of a lunging tiger, striking with full force.

"Good! Still able to resist? Old Cheng, don't hold back!"

Qi Zhenjun's brows lifted slightly; he swung his five-foot sword and unleashed the ultimate technique of the Wind-Thunder Sword.

Cheng Tianting said nothing, immediately deploying all he had ever learned—his Judge's Pen darted unpredictably.

It didn't just cover Liu Jingyi's vital points in front; even his crown, sides, and rear acupoints seemed enveloped by the Judge's Pen.

Fenghuo Liancheng dared not slacken either, unleashing his Earth-Rank knife technique in an unbroken stream.

With these three masters combining forces, few in the Great Qing could possibly withstand them.

Yet Liu Jingyi, in some sense, no longer belonged among the martial artists of the Great Qing.

As he struck forward, the clear, cloudless sky to the north suddenly lit up with seven starlights.

Then, an unnamed force descended from the starlight, flowing into Liu Jingyi's fist tip.

Empowered by this unnamed force, Liu Jingyi's punch became unstoppable.

Before the three masters' techniques could land, they felt an invisible force shatter them all.

"No good..."

Qi Zhenjun reacted fastest; now he abandoned all offense, instead reversing his sword and retreating rapidly.

Cheng Tianting's reaction was no slower than Qi Zhenjun's, but his Judge's Pen had already become entangled in the fist's momentum.

Yet Cheng Tianting knew: if he didn't abandon the Judge's Pen now, his own life would be in danger.

Helplessly, Cheng Tianting gritted his teeth and hurled away the Judge's Pen, fleeing at full speed from Liu Jingyi's fist.

With their retreat, Fenghuo Liancheng was left alone to face this terrifying punch.

Fenghuo Liancheng had fully expected that with three masters combining forces and unleashing their ultimate techniques, while Liu Jingyi's fist technique was in disarray, he would surely be captured.

Who could have imagined the situation would shift so drastically in an instant?

Qi Zhenjun and Cheng Tianting didn't even give a warning—they simply withdrew.

"You two are truly the worst allies..."

Facing this terrifying punch, Fenghuo Liancheng couldn't help but mutter, nearly in tears.

But before he finished speaking, the violent fist wave shattered his Earth-Rank knife technique and snapped his great knife.

Then the fist wave struck him without mercy, all of it landing on his body.

Each punch shattered one or even several of Fenghuo Liancheng's bones.

Some punches even burned his internal organs to ash.

After enduring the full wave of punches, Fenghuo Liancheng flew out like a ragged sack, then sailed beyond the estate and crashed heavily into the desert.

With Fenghuo Liancheng blasted away, Liu Jingyi's punch wave gradually subsided.

Far away, Qi Zhenjun and Cheng Tianting both turned ashen-faced, staring at Liu Jingyi, too stunned to speak.

Duogeduo sat atop his prancing horse, sweat drenching his forehead.

He never imagined that even with Qi Zhenjun, Cheng Tianting, and Fenghuo Liancheng—three top masters—they still couldn't overcome Liu Jingyi.

Qi Zhenjun and Cheng Tianting had been driven back; Fenghuo Liancheng's fate was now unknown!

When had Liu Jingyi become this powerful?

Or was this fist technique, originating from the Qinglong Society, simply too terrifying?

At this moment, other evil cultivators—Mu Lang, Xin Longzi, even the martial village's people—stood frozen, mouths agape.

Liu Jingyi's punch had surpassed the Grandmaster realm.

It far exceeded the power any martial artist in the Great Qing could possibly wield!

After all, martial artists drawing upon heavenly qi was normal—but what force had Liu Jingyi just summoned?

Starlight force?

"Huh!"

Liu Jingyi exhaled a breath of stale air, looked around at the stunned silence, then raised his head toward Duogeduo and said,

"You must be Prince of the Blood Duogeduo, yes?"

Speak of Wang, not of ba—civilize you, me, and everyone!

The phrase suddenly popped into Duogeduo's head. Looking at the fierce Liu Jingyi, he could only wipe the cold sweat from his brow.

"It is precisely this…this prince, this one…"

The force of that punch truly shocked Duogeduo.

So much so that his attitude changed several times, and in the end he even referred to himself as "this one."

"Fine! What crime has my Wu Zhuang committed that you insist on wiping us out completely?"

Liu Jingyi raised both fists and demanded furiously.

The moment he raised his fists, those evil-cult practitioners—including Qi Zhenjun, Cheng Tianting—even Duogeduo and Nalan Xiuji all felt their hearts pound wildly.

"N-no, no, no, it's all a misunderstanding…"

At this point, how would Duogeduo dare bring up the Wu Prohibition Order again.

After all, the premise of the Wu Prohibition Order was that the Qing court could control martial artists, even crush them outright.

But in the current situation, the three great masters—Qi Zhenjun, Cheng Tianting, and Fenghuo Liancheng—couldn't restrain Liu Jingyi.

Instead, Fenghuo Liancheng was struck by Liu Jingyi's punch and his life or death was unknown, while Qi Zhenjun and Cheng Tianting were even more terrified.

Bringing up the Wu Prohibition Order now—did Duogeduo want to face Liu Jingyi's iron fist himself?

"A misunderstanding…"

Liu Jingyi swept his gaze around. The battle had briefly paused, and countless people from the manor lay dead nearby.

There were ordinary villagers, manor servants with a bit of Wu Gong, and plenty of Heaven and Earth Society brothers as well.

"It really is a misunderstanding!"

Nalan Xiuji saw Duogeduo's nervousness and hurriedly stepped forward to explain, pointing at Gua Ge Luo and the group of evil-cult practitioners led by him as he spoke.

"I am the General of Lanzhou. At my garrison, I heard that evil-cult practitioners were bringing disaster to the Wu Lin.

Therefore I raised a great army and came to investigate.

I never expected that despite hurrying all the way, Guizhuang still suffered this calamity.

The court will compensate Wu Zhuang for today's matter."

These words essentially pushed all the blame directly onto Fenghuo Liancheng, the Twelve General Guards, and the evil-cult army.

Putting everything else aside, when Duogeduo had entered the manor earlier, he had been swaggering about.

To drive the tiger to devour the wolf, he had publicly promised that anyone who beheaded a tenth-level member of Wu Zhuang could enter the Banner registers.

Now Nalan Xiuji spoke this way—not only was he telling barefaced lies, he was truly utterly shameless!