Urban Martial Saint

”You must be Cui Yulong!” Ao Wuchang looked over Cui Yulong and said coldly, ”I heard you had an incredible opportunity in the Western Frontier, spending two years learning from the Western Xinjiang Purple-Robed Lama and greatly improving your skills. But do you really think with just your skills and that so-called Evil Blade you can challenge me? Hmph, even if the Purple-Robed Lama were here, he might not necessarily best Mr. Ao!”

”Damn, aren’t you worried about bragging too much?” Ghost King Li Ruoyuan immediately shouted, ”You don’t see even the Purple-Robed Lama as a threat. Who do you think you are? Are you one of the Five Unmatches of the World? Hmph, if the Purple-Robed Lama were here, I’d love to see you boast like that!”

Ao Wuchang’s face turned cold as he suddenly looked at Ghost King Li Ruoyuan with icy eyes, scaring Li Ruoyuan into a shiver. Yet, Li Ruoyuan was also a vain man, and despite being intimidated, glared back angrily, refusing to show weakness.

Ye Qing and Liu Mubai stood up, joining Cui Yulong, fixing their gaze on Ao Wuchang, fearing he might attack suddenly.

No one spoke, but the atmosphere in the room instantly grew tense.

Seeing Ye Qing and Liu Mubai also stood up, Ao Wuchang chuckled coldly, ”Ignorant youngsters, do you really think the three of you can take me on, Ao Wuchang?”

Ye Qing replied calmly, ”Even if we’re no match for you, we will fight to the end!”

”Fight to the end, you say!” Ao Wuchang laughed loudly, ”In that case, I will see how much strength you really have!”

Ao Wuchang said, suddenly darting forward, heading straight for Ye Qing in front.

Seeing Ao Wuchang rise, Ye Qing had been wary and ready. So when Ao Wuchang made a move, Ye Qing immediately drew the Seven-Star Ancient Sword, its mournful hum resonating throughout. But as he was about to strike, he was shocked to realize he didn’t know what to do.

Ao Wuchang approached, not fast, not hurried, not even meaning to strike. Yet, his immense aura instinctively struck fear into hearts. Ye Qing was battle-worn, yet Ao Wuchang charging right at him left him uncertain of his action. If Ao Wuchang had attacked, he might have blocked or dodged, but with no attack to anticipate, he couldn’t aptly block or evade.

Unable to block or dodge, should he attack Ao Wuchang? Yet, watching Ao Wuchang’s approach, Ye Qing dared not strike blindly, fearing his flaws would be exploited. With Ao Wuchang’s skill, any offense would swiftly put Ye Qing at a disadvantage.

Beside them, Liu Mubai and Cui Yulong, not in Ye Qing’s position, couldn’t gauge what pressure Ao Wuchang exerted on Ye Qing. But seeing Ye Qing holding the Seven-Star Ancient Sword without acting, they sensed trouble.

Liu Mubai shouted, charging in from the side, swinging a punch towards Ao Wuchang.

Cui Yulong was even more direct; he slapped a wooden box in his chest, the Ink Pattern Black Gold Blade sprang out with a clear dragon’s roar. Cui Yulong grabbed the blade and chased from behind, aiming to slash at Ao Wuchang’s back.

Seeing Liu Mubai and Cui Yulong move, Ye Qing felt slightly more confident. Confronting Ao Wuchang’s forceful advance, he also raised the Seven-Star Ancient Sword, thrusting it towards Ao Wuchang’s chest.

Ye Qing, Liu Mubai, and Cui Yulong were considered top of the younger generation. Together, all striking at full force, the power was formidable, whoever inside would feel immense pressure, for the trio had sealed all directions.

However, Ao Wuchang showed no sign of dodging or retreating, relentlessly pushing towards Ye Qing. With his speed, he barely evaded Liu Mubai’s punch and sidestepped Ye Qing’s Seven-Star Ancient Sword.

Ye Qing was prepared; seeing Ao Wuchang dodge his strike, he immediately lowered his stance, using Stick to the Mountain to crash into Ao Wuchang.

Evading the Seven-Star Ancient Sword, Ao Wuchang reached Ye Qing’s side, unexpectedly caught by Ye Qing’s sudden strike. Ye Qing had calculated correctly, his powerful Stick to the Mountain was meant to push Ao Wuchang back into Liu Mubai’s waiting fist and Cui Yulong’s Ink Pattern Black Gold Blade.

Yet, for Ao Wuchang, Ye Qing’s move seemed to have no effect. Struck by Stick to the Mountain, Ao Wuchang’s body didn’t stagger, let alone get pushed back.

Ye Qing’s face changed; he charged forward with full force. Forget about Ao Wuchang, even a wall would have been knocked down. However, Ao Wuchang didn’t even budge—how was that possible?

Just as he was wondering, a large hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder. Ye Qing felt as if he were being held by a giant, unable to resist at all. He was lifted up and thrown backward toward Liu Mubai and Cui Yulong.

Liu Mubai and Cui Yulong were initially prepared to deal with Ao Wuchang. No one expected such terror from Ao Wuchang, who tossed Ye Qing over like a toy, landing right in front of them. Liu Mubai’s fist and Cui Yulong’s Ink Pattern Black Gold Blade headed straight for Ye Qing, about to strike him.

Both Liu Mubai and Cui Yulong had exerted their full strength, and it was too late to retract. At this critical moment, as if they had a telepathic connection, they simultaneously struck a palm at each other, pushing themselves apart, barely avoiding hitting Ye Qing.

The thrilling scene just now left all three of them startled. Ao Wuchang from Shuzhong was renowned across the world, and his strength was indeed extraordinary!

”Good!” At this moment, Aomuhan, sitting in the distance, suddenly stood up, excitedly applauding with a provocative glance at Ye Qing.

Ye Qing frowned and exchanged glances with Liu Mubai and Cui Yulong. The three of them simultaneously charged at Ao Wuchang again.

This time Ao Wuchang didn’t even move from his spot. Seeing the trio charging, he casually reached out and grabbed Ye Qing’s wrist. With a gentle hook, Ye Qing’s Seven-Star Ancient Sword shifted its direction, just in time to block the approaching Ink Pattern Black Gold Blade. As for Liu Mubai nearby, Ao Wuchang punched his fist, causing Liu Mubai to stagger back three or four meters, barely managing to stand firm, but this arm was dislocated.

Ye Qing, Liu Mubai, and Cui Yulong were considered outstanding among the younger generation, but in front of Ao Wuchang, they were like children, with no ability to counterattack. Ao Wuchang stood in place as the trio struck in succession, unable to harm him even slightly, while the three of them suffered significant injuries, each sustaining serious internal injuries.

Seeing this situation, the people from Sha Men nearby were all dumbfounded. They had heard of Ao Wuchang’s reputation long ago but didn’t expect his strength to be so formidable. No wonder he dared to speak so boldly; with his power, he certainly had the qualifications to compete for the title of one of the Five Uniques.

As for Ao Wuchang’s side, Aomuhan kept applauding, while Chen San and Chen Si frowned. Aomuhan had enmity with Ye Qing, but the two of them regarded Ye Qing, Liu Mubai, and Cui Yulong as friends. It’s known that the three of them had helped quite a bit in the matter of dealing with Wang Tian’an. Now that Ye Qing and the other two were battling Ao Wuchang, no matter which side lost, they felt uncomfortable.

Especially now, seeing Ye Qing and the other two being beaten by Ao Wuchang with no ability to fight back, they felt even worse. However, with Ao Wuchang here, he was in charge of everything, and they had no say, only able to watch from the side.

Seeing that Ye Qing and the others were no match for Ao Wuchang, the Sha Men members who had been watching couldn’t hold back anymore. Ghost King Li Ruoyuan let out a roar and rushed to help Ye Qing and the others. The rest couldn’t contain themselves either, charging over to join the melee with Ao Wuchang.

Even with more people surrounding him, Ao Wuchang showed no trace of panic, instead becoming even more imposing. He laughed heartily and shouted, ”Well come!” In an instant, he moved again, grabbing the nearest Demon Queen He Qinghua and Ghost-faced Judge Cui Yu, and effortlessly tossed them seven or eight meters away.

He Qinghua and Cui Yu were considered experts, but in front of Ao Wuchang, they couldn’t resist at all, being thrown out like toy dolls. Everyone shuddered again. Ao Wuchang’s strength was indeed astonishing!

”Outnumber me if you will, it still ends the same way!” From afar, Aomuhan laughed coldly, saying, ”What bullshit Sha Men, what Bloody Monk, they’re nothing much. Even with a dozen people combined, they’re not worth a finger of my father’s. Even if that Bloody Monk were here, I suspect it’d be the same!”

Hearing these words, Ghost King Li Ruoyuan immediately shouted back, ”How could the Sect Leader’s strength be compared to you, Ao Wuchang! Humph, Ao Wuchang, you only dare act so arrogantly because our Sect Leader is not here. If he were present, you wouldn’t stand a chance against him!”

Seeing Li Ruoyuan insult Ao Wuchang so, Aomuhan grew furious and said, ”What is this Bloody Monk even worthy of? He’s been too afraid to show his face for over a decade, practically a turtle hiding in its shell. Only you Sha Men people treat him like a god. In front of my father, he’s nothing!”

Though the battle with Ao Wuchang hadn’t reached a conclusion, Ghost King Li Ruoyuan had already started exchanging insults with Aomuhan. Meanwhile, outside the manor, a white-haired man was slowly approaching.

White-haired Ding San, at last, had arrived in Shenchuan City before Lu Zian!