Urban Martial Saint

Within the manor, Ye Qing, Liu Mubai, and the Sha Men group joined forces, yet they couldn’t match Ao Wuchang from Shu. Those standing behind Ao Wuchang hadn’t even made a move, yet this group could barely hold on, illustrating Ao Wuchang’s formidable strength.

After all, Ao Wuchang had been a renowned figure for dozens of years. Without strength, how could he have stood out in Shuzhong, a place full of heroes? Although in the Hong Alliance, he was overshadowed by Great General Helian Tiehua, in reality, his strength was not much weaker than Helian Tiehua’s. At the very least, Ye Qing and his companions were definitely not his match!

Even so, Ye Qing and the others had no intention of retreating. Seeing Ao Wuchang striking ruthlessly, the strongest trio of Ye Qing, Liu Mubai, and Cui Yulong, stood at the forefront to draw most of Ao Wuchang’s attention, preventing others from being harmed by him.

However, the strength of Ye Qing and his companions paled in comparison to Ao Wuchang. Despite their efforts to intercept, following in the footsteps of Demon Queen He Qinghua and Ghost-faced Judge Cui Yu, Black Asura and Pig King were also thrown out by Ao Wuchang.

Ye Qing held the Seven-Star Ancient Sword and saw Ao Wuchang rushing towards the Netherworld Taoist. Knowing he couldn’t assist in time, he hurriedly shouted, ”Huangquan, be careful!”

The Netherworld Taoist, either not hearing Ye Qing’s warning or petrified by Ao Wuchang, didn’t dodge. Instead, he charged straight at Ao Wuchang.

Ao Wuchang, so domineering, every time he acted, those around would retreat in fear. A person daring to charge at him; the Netherworld Taoist was the first. Taken aback for a moment, Ao did not hesitate, immediately reached out and grabbed the Netherworld Taoist’s neck.

Just as his hand touched the Netherworld Taoist’s neck, Ao Wuchang suddenly let out a loud roar and stepped back several paces. At that moment, the Netherworld Taoist’s body shattered, releasing a cloud of white smoke that enveloped Ao Wuchang.

Ye Qing and Liu Mubai were dumbfounded beside them. What was going on?

Cui Yulong seemed unfazed. Seeing Ao Wuchang engulfed in white smoke, he charged directly, sweeping with his blade towards Ao Wuchang.

Seeing Cui Yulong strike, Ye Qing and Liu Mubai suddenly realized this was a perfect opportunity. With Ao Wuchang enveloped in white smoke and unable to see the situation outside, it was the best time to act.

Without hesitation, Ye Qing and Liu Mubai rushed forward together with Cui Yulong, attacking Ao Wuchang simultaneously.

The men Ao Wuchang brought were astounded at the sight, even Aomuhan widened his eyes. It was incredibly tense, with Ao Wuchang enveloped in smoke and unable to see outside. How could Ao Wuchang dodge the collaborative attack of Ye Qing and his companions?

However, at this moment, no one could change anything. Cui Yulong’s Ink Pattern Black Gold Blade was already slashing through the smoke, about to cleave Ao Wuchang in two.

At this critical juncture, Ao Wuchang’s hand suddenly extended, pinching Cui Yulong’s blade with two fingers. The strength, precision, and speed were beyond everyone’s expectation. Cui Yulong’s blade was less than an inch from Ao Wuchang’s body!

With his fingers gripping Cui Yulong’s blade, Ao Wuchang skillfully lifted it, deflecting Ye Qing’s Seven-Star Ancient Sword. Simultaneously, with a reverse motion, he guided the blade to slice Liu Mubai’s arm. Luckily, Liu Mubai leaped aside in time, or it would’ve severed his arm. Even so, his arm got a deep cut, with blood gushing out.

From Ao Wuchang being enveloped by smoke to the trio’s attack, then to their attack being effortlessly neutralized by Ao Wuchang – the whole process took less than ten seconds. The spectators hadn’t even reacted. Yet, Ao Wuchang had already flung Cui Yulong’s blade, tossing it before Aomuhan.

Aomuhan was dumbstruck. He thought his father was at a disadvantage, but not only was he unharmed, he even seized such a famed instrument. With a cheer, Aomuhan reached for the blade.

”Don’t touch it!” Ao Wuchang shouted, but it was too late as Aomuhan’s hand already grabbed the blade, lifting it. Hearing Ao’s shout, he paused, puzzled, ”What’s wrong?”

”Let go!” Ao Wuchang yelled. Aomuhan instinctively released his grip and then, to his astonishment, noticed both his hands were red. His palms bore several cuts, unknown when they appeared, with blood dripping, staining the ground.

Aomuhan froze again, and moments later, feeling the pain, finally screamed, retreating several paces. He had no idea how his hands had ended up injured.

At this moment, Ao Wuchang had already leaped out of the white smoke, seeing his son’s bloodstained hands, he couldn’t help but frown tightly.

”The Ink Pattern Black Gold Blade, it truly is an evil weapon!” Ao Wuchang glanced at his fingers; the ones that had just been holding the Ink Pattern Black Gold Blade now had two small cuts. However, the wounds were not deep, and there was no blood. When he tossed the Ink Pattern Black Gold Blade in front of Aomuhan, he sensed something was wrong with his fingers and hurriedly warned Aomuhan, but it was already too late.

Ao Wuchang had fought with Ye Qing and many others for a long time without suffering any loss. Never in his dreams did he expect to suffer a setback with a weapon!

Having lost the Ink Pattern Black Gold Blade, Cui Yulong’s face turned pale. Over the years, he had always used the Ink Pattern Black Gold Blade, so a large part of his martial arts was associated with the blade. Now that the blade was taken, his strength dropped by at least half. They weren’t originally a match for Ao Wuchang, and now without the Ink Pattern Black Gold Blade, this battle would be even harder to win.

Yet Ao Wuchang did not hesitate in the slightest, circling around the white smoke, he suddenly rushed to a fake mountain beside Ye Qing and the others, and forcefully smashed a hole in the fake mountain, pulling a person from inside and throwing them to the ground.

No one expected that inside the fake mountain there would be someone hiding. Upon closer inspection, this person was unexpectedly the Netherworld Taoist.

Ye Qing’s eyes widened. Earlier, he watched as Ao Wuchang crushed the Netherworld Taoist’s neck and thought the Taoist was dead. Unexpectedly, the Netherworld Taoist was not only alive but also hiding in the fake mountain? What was going on?

”Hmph, your blinding technique is indeed exquisite. But trying to scheme against me, Ao Wuchang, is still lacking!” Ao Wuchang casually tossed the Netherworld Taoist out.

Hearing Ao Wuchang’s words, Ye Qing finally understood what had happened. The Netherworld Taoist, among the Killing Gate Seven Hidden, was not particularly strong, similar to the Pig King. However, he was extremely skilled in various blinding methods, and the person Ao Wuchang crushed earlier was likely a fake body. Ye Qing didn’t expect that he could use a fake body as a substitute in front of everyone’s eyes, hiding inside the fake mountain without being discovered. The blinding method was truly advanced.

By this time, only Cui Yulong and Ghost King Li Ruoyuan remained on the battlefield for the Killing Gate side. However, the situation was very clear; previously, they and their numerous allies were no match for Ao Wuchang. Now, five people were injured by Ao Wuchang, Cui Yulong’s Ink Pattern Black Gold Blade was taken, and the battle was undoubtedly lost.

Seeing Ao Wuchang about to turn to capture Ghost King Li Ruoyuan, Ye Qing signaled to Liu Mubai and Cui Yulong, suddenly gripping the Seven-Star Ancient Sword and charging at Ao Wuchang.

Liu Mubai also, like Ye Qing, charged over from another direction, seemingly preparing to flank Ao Wuchang from both sides with Ye Qing.

At this moment, Cui Yulong directly turned and ran towards the Ink Pattern Black Gold Blade over there. He wanted to grab the Ink Pattern Black Gold Blade first and then return to face Ao Wuchang.

”Stop him! Stop him!” Aomuhan shouted hurriedly, retreating several steps; he knew Cui Yulong was difficult to deal with.

The people Ao Wuchang brought immediately rushed up, blocking Cui Yulong’s way. Before he could get through them, a longsword flew over, landing in front of Aomuhan. This longsword was none other than Ye Qing’s Seven-Star Ancient Sword.

Cui Yulong quickly turned to look, Ye Qing and Liu Mubai were lying on the ground, seemingly injured by Ao Wuchang. As for Ghost King Li Ruoyuan, he was in a worse state, being held by Ao Wuchang by the back, like a chick grabbed by its neck. He was completely limp, apparently without any more strength to resist, left to be slaughtered.

Ao Wuchang grabbed others and directly tossed them away, injuring them. But for Ghost King Li Ruoyuan, he didn’t throw him away. Earlier, Ghost King Li Ruoyuan had quarreled with Aomuhan, cursing him, all of which Ao Wuchang heard clearly. Now catching Li Ruoyuan, he certainly wouldn’t let him off easily.

”You’re the noisiest, I’ll put you out first!” Ao Wuchang coldly shouted, raising his hand to deliver a palm strike towards Ghost King Li Ruoyuan’s head.

With Ao Wuchang’s strength, if this stroke landed, Ghost King Li Ruoyuan’s life would probably be forfeit.

Ye Qing and Liu Mubai hurriedly rushed over, but the distance between them and Ao Wuchang made it impossible for them to reach in time to save him.

Just as Ao Wuchang’s palm was about to land, suddenly, a shrill scream came from the manor entrance, as if someone saw a ghost, echoing throughout the area. Everyone inside the manor heard the sound and was utterly shocked. They all turned to look, including Ao Wuchang, momentarily forgetting to continue his strike.