Overlord of the Wilderness

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”Ah...”

Humans are made of flesh and blood. The pain of having a rib forcefully torn out was simply indescribable. Even for a great master like Fu Qingyun, at the Peak of Martial Arts Ninth Layer, he could not stop himself from screaming in agony.

But the moment his scream escaped his lips, Zhaang Ye launched another fatal attack. With a gentle press of his palm, the short staff imbued with Death Qi and Dragon Elephant Power instantly transformed into a streak of black light, shooting toward Fu Qingyun’s back!

BANG!

Fu Qingyun struggled to raise a hand to block it. The staff slammed into him, causing him to spurt blood wildly as his entire body was sent flying like a meteor. However, Fu Qingyun was truly formidable. Despite having a rib torn out and being viciously struck by the staff, he still wasn’t dead. As his body flew over a hundred feet away, he was heard shouting with all his might, ”Seven Blood Generals, kill!”

After sending Fu Qingyun flying, Zhaang Ye had intended to press his advantage and finish him off in one fell swoop. But after Fu Qingyun shouted his command, the seven red-robed men on the perimeter suddenly made their move!

SWISH!

The seven red-robed men swung the Cold Iron Halberds in their hands. The seven weapons transformed into seven dazzling white lights that tore through the void, slashing straight for Zhaang Ye!

Each of these seven red-robed men possessed the strength of the Late-stage Martial Arts Ninth Layer, and they all cultivated the exact same Cultivation Technique. What was even more terrifying was that when they struck, their seven Cold Iron Halberds formed a profound Array. From the very first move, it sealed off all of Zhaang Ye’s escape routes, making it impossible for him to dodge.

’Danger!’

Zhaang Ye’s heart skipped a beat. He had just unleashed his Dragon Elephant Power to send Fu Qingyun flying, and more than half of it was already depleted. Furthermore, during his clash with Fu Qingyun, a portion of the man’s Death Qi had invaded his body. Even with his incredibly potent Dragon Elephant Power, he couldn’t absorb all of the Death Qi right away.

This was, without a doubt, Zhaang Ye’s most vulnerable moment. Suddenly facing an attack from seven masters of the Late-stage Martial Arts Ninth Layer, he was teetering on the brink of life and death!

He had no time to draw his Long Whip. He dodged abruptly, evading four of the Cold Iron Halberds, then shot his palm out at lightning speed to strike the remaining three.

BOOM!

The Dragon Elephant Power in Zhaang Ye’s body surged forth, mixed with all of his True Qi. Combined with his supremely tyrannical Physical Power, a single slap from him forcefully knocked away the three Cold Iron Halberds, each weighing hundreds of pounds!

To knock away three incredibly sharp and heavy Cold Iron Halberds with nothing but a bare palm—this was a feat not even a master at the Peak of Martial Arts Ninth Layer could accomplish!

The seven red-robed men were survivors of countless slaughters; their hearts were as hard as iron. They wouldn’t spare a glance even if the heavens were to collapse. Seeing their first attack fail, the seven shouted in unison and swung their Cold Iron Halberds once more, launching another assault!

Knocking away the three Cold Iron Halberds was equivalent to clashing head-on with three Late-stage Martial Arts Ninth Layer masters, leaving the qi in Zhaang Ye’s body in turmoil. To make matters worse, the Death Qi that had previously invaded him took this opportunity to rapidly spread toward his vital organs. A faint black aura instantly veiled his body.

Zhaang Ye desperately wanted to regulate his breathing and expel the Death Qi. But at that very moment, the seven red-robed men attacked again!

The seven red-robed men formed a profound Array. Working in concert, their attack not only locked down an area hundreds of feet wide but was also terrifyingly powerful. Their combined might was even more formidable than Fu Qingyun’s!

BOOM!

With no way to dodge and nowhere to hide, Zhaang Ye had no choice but to meet them head-on again. The clash was too much; he could no longer suppress the roiling qi and blood in his body and spat out a mouthful of blood.

SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH SWOOSH!

Expressionless, the seven red-robed men executed their Halberd Technique, unleashing a torrential storm of attacks on Zhaang Ye. They were utterly cold, showing no trace of emotion, like seven lifeless statues. They knew only one thing: to relentlessly swing the Cold Iron Halberds in their hands and attack Zhaang Ye!

PUH! PUH! PUH! PUH!

Zhaang Ye blocked four consecutive attacks, spitting out a mouthful of blood with each one. He thought frantically, ’The Seven Blood Generals’ attacks are powerful, but if I had a saber, I wouldn’t be in such a sorry state. After I get out of this, I have to find a way to forge a new, suitable weapon!’

Just then, Fu Qingyun, who had been sent flying by the short staff, actually managed to fly back.

Fu Qingyun’s body was covered in bloody gashes. A large wound gaped open beneath his ribs, faintly revealing the muscle and sinew within. His flight speed was as slow as a snail’s; he was clearly suffering from grievous injuries.

As he drew near the battlefield, Fu Qingyun stared at Zhaang Ye with a venomous gaze and sneered, ”Zhaang Ye, you’re dead! You are so dead! These seven are the Seven Blood Generals, cultivated by my master at great cost and effort.

”Each of the Seven Blood Generals has a Cultivation at the Late-stage Martial Arts Ninth Layer. When they join forces, their combat prowess far exceeds that of a master at the Peak of Martial Arts Ninth Layer. Even I wouldn’t be able to break out if I were caught in their Array. You’re trapped in their Array and invaded by Death Qi. No matter how incredible your abilities are, death is inevitable!”

Zhaang Ye sneered but said nothing, using his palms like blades to fend off their attacks again and again. In this life-or-death moment, his true power was on full display. His palms moved at wonderfully profound angles, neutralizing the Seven Blood Generals’ attacks one by one. As powerful as their combined assault was, they were momentarily unable to kill him.

Fu Qingyun was inwardly shocked as he watched Zhaang Ye’s display of power. Still, he already considered Zhaang Ye a dead man. With a savage grin, he chanted, *”Blood Generals slaughter the mortal world, a river of blood flows from the Underworld.”* Then he commanded, ”Seven Blood Generals, hear my order! Unleash the combined Combat Skill—First Strike of the Blood River!”

The moment Fu Qingyun’s voice fell, the seven red-robed men, who had been focused solely on attacking, abruptly changed their movements. The Cold Iron Halberds in their hands instantly merged into a crimson river, surging toward Zhaang Ye, filled with boundless killing intent and an infinite chill!

RUMBLE—

As the river surged, it drew in the surrounding Heaven and Earth Essence Qi, which rushed toward Zhaang Ye along with the torrent. The river was a ghastly, bloody crimson, as if the legendary river of blood from the Underworld had suddenly manifested in the mortal realm to engulf him!

’Danger! Utter danger!!’

The moment the river of blood appeared, an extreme sense of danger washed over Zhaang Ye. In that instant between life and death, his Spiritual Power condensed to an indescribable degree, his senses became exceptionally sharp, his mind grew unprecedentedly clear and empty, and his gaze turned utterly cold and detached!

”Slash!”

Zhaang Ye let out a low cry. His hands suddenly chopped outward as he unleashed a Combat Skill of utmost profundity.

This Combat Skill was like a sunbeam suddenly piercing through clouds—appearing abruptly, yet seemingly everywhere at once. It carried a Realm that was profound beyond measure. Before it, even the momentum of the murderous river of blood faltered!

BOOM! BOOM!

Zhaang Ye’s palms slashed down upon the river of blood, one after the other. A tremendous boom echoed in all directions, causing the Fierce Beasts for hundreds of miles around to tremble in terror!

Fu Qingyun, who was standing outside the Array, was blasted back thousands of feet by the boundless True Qi. By the time he flew back, he discovered that Zhaang Ye had actually broken the Seven Blood Generals’ ”First Strike of the Blood River”!

Recalling the Saber Technique Zhaang Ye had just displayed, Fu Qingyun realized he couldn’t comprehend it at all. He was completely unable to discern the grade of the technique. He was aghast, his eyes locked on Zhaang Ye. He simply couldn’t believe that Zhaang Ye had shattered the ”First Strike of the Blood River” with just one move!

Fu Qingyun suppressed the horror in his heart and shouted once more, *”Blood Generals slaughter the mortal world, a river of blood flows from the Underworld.”* He then commanded, ”Seven Blood Generals, hear my order! Unleash the combined Combat Skill—Second Strike of the Blood River! Slay the enemy before you!”

RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE—

As Fu Qingyun’s voice fell, the seven Cold Iron Halberds combined once more, forming another enormous river. This one was even larger, more terrifying, and more agile than the last!

After executing that Combat Skill, Zhaang Ye entered a wondrous state. The Heaven and Earth Essence Qi slowly began to gather around him. His mind was free of surprise and fear, filled only with a serene emptiness. When he saw the Seven Blood Generals’ attack coming again, Zhaang Ye slashed out with his palms once more.

This slash seemed both infinitely complex and supremely simple. Though they were just two flesh-and-blood palms, they looked like two sabers that had flown from thousands of miles away, a truly miraculous sight!

BOOM!

The attack unleashed by the Seven Blood Generals was shattered once more—forcefully broken by Zhaang Ye’s two bare hands!

’Huh? How is this happening?’ Fu Qingyun couldn’t fathom how Zhaang Ye could repeatedly shatter the Seven Blood Generals’ attacks with nothing but his bare hands. These were great masters of the Late-stage Martial Arts Ninth Layer, wielding terrifyingly deadly Cold Iron Halberds!

Seven great masters of the Late-stage Martial Arts Ninth Layer, wielding deadly weapons and executing a combined Combat Skill, were still unable to defeat Zhaang Ye. How could Fu Qingyun possibly accept this?!

’This is bad! That brat Zhaang Ye seems to have entered a state of epiphany! If I let him continue, his combat power will only become more terrifying. I must interrupt him immediately!’ After all, Fu Qingyun was a master at the Peak of Martial Arts Ninth Layer. His shock quickly gave way to a realization of Zhaang Ye’s state. He roared at the Seven Blood Generals, *”Blood Generals slaughter the mortal world, a river of blood flows from the Underworld.* Seven Blood Generals, hear my order! Unleash the combined Combat Skill—Third Strike of the Blood River!” (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote with Recommendation Tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)