Chapter 418: An All-Around Indiscriminate Crush from a Yuan Court Realm

Xu Xiaoshou landed on Platform One and roared, "Who dares to challenge me?"

"Qu Ming!"

The man named Qu Ming was overwhelmed by the inexplicably surging aura from Xu Xiaoshou.

This was supposed to be a fight, yet on this guy, he saw the vibe of a nouveau riche?

"Whether you're Qu Ming by name or nature, if you dare to challenge me, Xu Xiaoshou, are you prepared to die?" Xu Xiaoshou asked.

Qu Ming's eyebrows twitched wildly. This guy was so cringey!

But that punchable aura was really hard to ignore.

He wanted to say more, but unexpectedly, Xu Xiaoshou turned to the referee on the platform beside him and waved his hand.

"No need to activate the barrier. It'll only take a few breaths—there's no point in opening and closing it."

"You all here are strong and sturdy folks; you won't be done in by a bit of spillover from my fight."

The referee was stunned for a moment, thinking it made sense.

This platform wasn't some Tian Sang Ling Gong competition stage anymore.

On Sheng Shen Continent, stepping onto a platform like this basically meant signing your life away.

Life and death are fated; success and failure are up to heaven.

As a referee, his only role was to ensure the spectators weren't harmed.

But the spectators here might be even stronger than those on the platform.

"With him saying that, my presence does seem a bit redundant…"

"But is that really okay?"

The referee looked toward Fu Xing.

Fu Xing had no idea what mischief Xu Xiaoshou was up to, but whether the barrier was up or not didn't matter much, so he nodded.

"Fine."

Qu Ming, however, was seething with rage.

Even though he knew getting impulsive before a fight was bad, who could stay calm right now?

"Xu Xiaoshou, you're so arrogant…"

"Can you smell it?" Xu Xiaoshou cut him off.

"I…"

Qu Ming was taken aback.

"Bei Dong Zhi, 1."

Temporarily choosing to strategically ignore it, Qu Ming continued on his own, "In just a few breaths, you can take me down?" He scoffed dismissively.

He was, after all, at mid-Shang Ling Jing, nearly at the peak of Xian Tian level.

Not to mention anything else, just draining spiritual energy could wear out this mid-Yuan Ting Jing guy in front of him.

A few breaths?

Xu Xiaoshou thought about it seriously and nodded in confirmation, "Actually, a few breaths is an exaggeration."

Qu Ming snorted.

Little did he know, Xu Xiaoshou meant the time was too long.

Even at Shang Ling Jing peak, without using his Zong Shi body, Xu Xiaoshou wouldn't take him seriously.

"Begin!"

The referee waved his hand and stepped back with his arms crossed, not even bothering with the barrier.

Qu Ming immediately erupted with spiritual energy, kicked off the ground, and shot forward.

"Fire."

As he flew through the air with a sharp shout, dark black flames rose from his body.

Like the nameless karmic fire of a scorched hell, those black flames made one's spirit sting just by looking at them.

"Hei Ming Yan!"

Instantly, someone in the crowd shouted out the name.

Everyone here was basically a genius from the major counties, so they were all too familiar with each other's techniques.

But some were still clueless.

"Hei Ming Yan—what kind of flame is that? Is it famous?"

"You bet!"

"Qu Ming is the most famous genius of the Qu family in Tian Xu City, with pure fire-based Xian Tian attributes, plus the Qu family's full support and a hefty investment in Hei Ming Yan…"

"This is a fire seed derived from the Hei Ming Tree, incredibly valuable. Apart from the legendary Cang Qiong Tree, it fears no other natural flames."

"Honestly, I haven't even seen a fire-based Lian Ling Shi who could still show off under Hei Ming Yan."

"Xu Xiaoshou is done for."

"Not just his body—his spirit will be sent to hell, suffering unimaginable torment!"

Xu Xiaoshou listened to the crowd's chatter and watched Qu Ming's cold smile as he approached, bursting into laughter.

"What a frog in a well, so full of yourself."

He slowly raised a finger and wagged it gently.

"One punch."

Then, clenching his fist, he faced Qu Ming's charging figure and threw a punch straight at him.

A loud explosion ripped through the void, and the surging shockwave was like lightning suddenly ignited, dazzling everyone's eyes.

Right after, black flames sprayed everywhere, mixed with blood.

Below the platform, everyone was stunned.

"Where's the person?"

In just that flash of shockwave, in the blink of an eye, the person was gone?

"Where did Qu Ming go?"

As if responding to the question, from far beyond the banquet hall, there came a sudden thud of a heavy object hitting the ground.

"Ah!"

That piercing sound of breaking bones and the shrill scream were crystal clear in everyone's numb spiritual senses.

No one moved, but their spiritual senses had already seen Qu Ming's right arm shattered, his chest caved in.

After a scream, his spiritual energy scattered like air leaking from a balloon.

With a soft "hiss," there was no other sound.

"Bei Dong Zhi, 1122."

At that moment, a burst of hidden force exploded, blasting his unguarded body into pieces of flesh and blood.

The spraying blood mist was like a leaking pipe, spurting out pitifully.

"Holy shit, one punch and he's down?"

"Bei Dong Zhi, 666."

Once they truly saw Qu Ming's fate, everyone erupted.

When did a Shang Ling Jing expert become unable to withstand a single punch from a Yuan Ting Jing?

Forget Yuan Ting Jing—even if a Zong Shi came, could they take someone down with such a clean punch without any fuss?

What the hell is this? Cheating?

Even cheating couldn't be this over-the-top!

Xu Xiaoshou calmly dusted off his hands and looked at the Hei Ming Yan lingering around him, which wouldn't dissipate. He leaned in and sniffed.

"Hiss!"

The pain didn't torment his spirit much; the flames were forcibly converted into energy by the "Breathing Method" and absorbed into his Qi Sea.

"Burp."

With "Yuan Qi Full" activated, the tiny bit of spiritual energy he'd used was replenished, leaving Xu Xiaoshou at peak condition.

Everyone fell silent.

"Hei Ming Yan got swallowed?"

"Oh my god, this guy was playing possum. What the hell happened just now—how did he vanish with one punch?"

"Bei Dong Zhi, 1323."

It had to be said, plenty of people were completely baffled.

Xu Xiaoshou didn't bother explaining. He turned his head toward the guy who had just spoken.

"What do you mean playing possum… Can you talk properly? Are you a tiger?"

"Are you even worthy?"

"If you're worthy, come up and try?"

"Bei Dong Zhi, 863."

Everyone felt a itch in their hearts. This kid was so obnoxious; they all wanted to jump up and beat him.

But Qu Ming's miserable state was still fresh in their minds.

That was Shang Ling Jing!

And with Hei Ming Yan, how could he be gone in one punch?

The inexplicable result hadn't even been explained, so who dared to go up?

Watching the silent crowd below, Xu Xiaoshou grinned.

He had held back; that guy probably wouldn't die.

But he had put in all the effort needed.

A wheel battle? Even if Xu Xiaoshou was crazy, he couldn't rely on "Yuan Qi Full" to take down hundreds here.

That was impossible.

So, some necessary intimidation was essential.

Besides, this kind of overbearing one-punch finish was the most shocking, leaving people unable to snap out of it.

The info panel was still flooding with updates.

These weren't ending in one go.

Instead, the longer Xu Xiaoshou stood on the platform, the more attention he drew, bound to stir up more emotions.

Tonight's wave of "leeks" was definitely worth harvesting.

"Bei Dong Zhi, 86432."

Over eighty thousand…

Already over eighty thousand…

Xu Xiaoshou happily lifted his eyes, knowing this was just the beginning.

Everything was far from over.

"You."

He turned his head to look at another platform.

"Number Two, are you ready?"

The guy Xu Xiaoshou called Number Two had a face that had turned purple.

He was holding back his breath, unable to recover for a long time.

Any thoughts of making a grand entrance had been shattered by Xu Xiaoshou's punch.

What the hell kind of monster is this!

Why is there someone like this?

Isn't he Yuan Ting Jing?

I thought my Ju Wu Jing could at least shine a bit at the start and impress everyone.

Why is this Yuan Ting Jing guy's power more terrifying than a Zong Shi's?

"Are you an innate physical body?" he asked.

"Does it matter?"

Xu Xiaoshou smiled faintly, "If you choose to back down just because your opponent suddenly shows an ability you don't understand…"

"How will you fight on the Lian Ling path?"

"If you're afraid to fight people, how will you fight the Great Dao?"

"Your life might not be ruined, but demons of the heart will arise, and you'll struggle to move forward!"

The young man opposite felt his mind explode with a boom, nearly collapsing on the spot.

"Demons of the heart?"

He originally thought that as a man, you advance when you should and retreat when you should.

But with those words, he felt that if he retreated now, he'd never progress in this life.

He raised his head, his eyes filled with determination.

"Xi Yu Sheng, don't be impulsive, hold back!"

"That guy is definitely an innate physical body, possibly at the great completion stage—you can't handle it!"

People below were already advising him, but how could Xi Yu Sheng back down?

He leaped up and directly crossed onto the platform.

The moment he crossed the boundary, a hissing sound came from Xi Yu Sheng's body, and his clothes were pierced by a layer of white feathers.

Then, amid the swirling spiritual mist, those white feathers turned entirely purple-black and began dripping poison.

"Waves of Poison Feathers!"

With a shout, the purple-black poison feathers on his body shot out like endless flying daggers, straight at Xu Xiaoshou.

"Zong Shi Spirit Technique—this is the Xi family's Zong Shi Spirit Technique!"

Instantly, someone below lit up with excitement: "I didn't expect Yu Sheng to master a Zong Shi Spirit Technique at Ju Wu Jing. No wonder he dared to step onto the platform."

"No wonder he dared to challenge Xu…"

"Huh?"

The speaker's voice suddenly stalled because he noticed that under the wide-ranging poison feather assault, Xu Xiaoshou hadn't moved at all.

Yet, those poison feathers seemed to pass right through him, all embedding into the ground.

"What's going on?"

Now, not just him—everyone was confused.

"Could this guy have moved, but his speed is so fast that even I couldn't see it?"

Someone suddenly said.

As soon as that view was out, everyone was shocked.

Upon closer inspection, they found traces that Xu Xiaoshou had indeed moved.

The subtle, inertia-free ripples on his clothes, the multiple faint shadows visible only with squinted eyes—all confirmed that point.

Xu Xiaoshou hadn't just moved; he'd dodged every single poison feather without missing a beat.

"This is impossible!" someone shrieked.

"Such a wide coverage and density—does this guy know bone-shrinking techniques? How could he dodge them all?"

"Not just the speed—you guys forgetting the most terrifying part, his reaction speed?"

Everyone was completely stunned.

"Bei Dong Zhi, 1420."

"Bei Dong Zhi, 811."

"Bei Dong Zhi, 1333."

Xu Xiaoshou had thought about finishing his opponent with one punch, but the same outcome wouldn't stir up more excitement.

To make money, he had to keep things flashy!

The flashier the moves and the more unexpected, the more feedback and surprises he'd get.

The Bei Dong Zhi was steadily pushing toward the 100,000 mark.

Xu Xiaoshou felt like he was back at Hei Luo Cliff.

There was no physical pain, but the crowd's gazes were like those sword energies.

Everywhere his sight reached, Bei Dong Zhi kept generating endlessly!

"It should end now."

The poison feathers couldn't touch him at all, and Xu Xiaoshou had a thousand ways to take down Xi Yu Sheng before he even attacked, but he hadn't.

It was all for the money.

Those poison feathers that entered within a zhang of his body had long lost Xi Yu Sheng's control.

Instead, under Xu Xiaoshou's "Wan Wu Jie Jian" Zong Shi sword intent, they had become his own sword tools.

On the platform, tens of thousands of poison feathers were stuck in the ground like dense nails, pinning everyone's shaken hearts in place.

As Xu Xiaoshou spoke and lifted his gaze, that faint sword intent quietly swept over everyone's minds.

"This is…"

The younger generation, stunned into silence, hadn't noticed anything yet.

But any Jian Xiu felt something was off.

The old folks at the banquet all shot up in shock, even Hong Yi Shou Ye showing a hint of unexpected surprise in his eyes.

"This is…"

Jian Ke Gu Qing Yi's pupils shrank as he slapped the table and stood up.

"Jian Zong?"

Right after, there were two more bangs.

"Jian Zong?"

"Jian Zong?"

Gu Qing Er and Gu Qing San exchanged glances, their surprise fading into admiration as they turned back to Gu Qing Yi.

"Senior Brother, you're still the best, just a step ahead of me—impressive," Gu Qing Er said with a fist salute.

"Senior Brother, you're still the best, and Second Brother is right behind—just two steps ahead of me—I'm convinced," Gu Qing San marvelled.

Gu Qing Yi smacked each of them with a palm, sending the two fools sprawling.

He didn't get distracted; instead, he focused intently on the shocking platform.

"Bei Dong Zhi, 1420."

"Bei Dong Zhi, 996."

Xu Xiaoshou didn't disappoint. He looked at the uneasy Xi Yu Sheng and slowly raised a finger.

"One sword."

The void suddenly echoed with the sound of sword cries, piercing the entire city lord's mansion in an instant.

In that moment, the poison feathers all over the platform seemed summoned by a Zong Shi, transforming into Xu-style flying swords aimed at Xi Yu Sheng.

"Wan Jian Gui Zong, Zong Shi sword intent!"

The crowd below had completely broken down.

What the hell kind of monster is this? Innate physical body at great completion is one thing.

You muscle maniac, how could you have anything to do with the elegant demeanor of a Jian Ke—and so intimately, so naturally?!

"Stop!"

From the banquet, the Xi family head suddenly flew out.

The gap between them was too vast.

Such a prodigy shouldn't be appearing so early—shouldn't they be saved for the finale?

Why is he on the platform already…

And if the other side really is a Jian Zong, he absolutely couldn't watch his disciple die like this.

He's just a small Ju Wu Jing!

He doesn't know any better; he's not worth you, a Jian Zong master, going all out!

You're already at Yuan Ting Jing, so why…

The Xi family head, flying in mid-air, suddenly stumbled, his face showing three parts collapse and seven parts madness, nearly falling to the ground.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Yuan Ting Jing?"

"You're a Jian Zong, and you're only at Yuan Ting Jing?"