Strongest War Emperor

”Flying Spiritual Artifacts! My god, those are Flying Spiritual Artifacts! These people all have them! Just what are their origins?” someone in the crowd exclaimed.

”I don’t know! The people outside earlier said they seem to be from the Great Noble Families of the Imperial Capital. Otherwise, the Elders wouldn’t be so polite to them... Those Flying Spiritual Artifacts are incredible! It seems even the City Lord’s Mansion doesn’t have any!”

”Only disciples from Major Sects or Great Noble Families could possibly possess a Flying Spiritual Artifact. And even in a Major Sect, it’s not something just any disciple can have...”

The four Shen Family Elders were on the verge of tears. It wasn’t that they were afraid their cultivation was weaker than these people’s; the key was that they couldn’t afford to offend a single one of them!

Never mind Yin Kuang and his group—they’d already stated their identities at the gate. Any one of them could sweep the Shen Family aside.

As for Xue Dangdang, although her origins were unknown, she had been in Celestial Phoenix City for several years. Even the City Lord, Ye Xiao Zheng, treated her with the utmost respect, not daring to displease her in the slightest.

With these few figures of immense backing blocking the way, everyone from the Shen Family could only watch helplessly as Shen Lang crippled those men!

”Sigh...”

The Grand Elder let out a long sigh and walked back in silence.

His already ancient figure suddenly seemed even more stooped.

The scene below was just as the old men had predicted. The group was in a situation where they could only take a beating, with no chance to even flee.

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Shen Lang smashed several of Shen Fengxiao’s ribs with one knee, then spun in mid-air. He delivered a backward kick with his right foot, striking Shen Fengxiao’s shoulder. Using the force of that kick, he flew back lightly.

Meanwhile, Shen Fengxiao spat out a mouthful of blood as he was sent flying backward, a miserable sight to behold.

”Eight Desolates Divine Fist, Settle the Eight Desolates!”

Shen Fengkuang’s eyes were bloodshot as he roared, unleashing a strike with his full power while Shen Lang was still in the air.

His courage had already shattered. He had no hope of injuring Shen Lang with this punch; he only hoped it would be enough of a threat to create an opportunity for him to escape.

However, just as his roar faded, a black shadow flashed before his eyes, and his wrist was seized.

”How is this possible?!”

”Feng Gangrouhua, Feng Rougangjin!”

Shen Lang let out a soft cry. With a flick of his wrist, a gentle force redirected Shen Fengkuang’s fist, causing it to slam into Shen Jian, who was attacking from the other side. The blow sent Shen Jian stumbling back, spitting blood.

”We’ll fight him to the death!”

Shen Wubing shrieked and turned to attack.

The other two, seeming to realize they couldn’t escape, revealed savage expressions and attacked simultaneously.

After clashing with Shen Lang for some time, they had finally descended into this kind of brawl!

”Borrow another’s strength to subdue their body!”

Shen Lang stood in the center of the four men. Facing attacks from all sides, he moved with ease, taking quick, small steps within the narrow space. His hands would lock or guide, effortlessly neutralizing the other three’s attacks with magnificent flair.

”First strike: the brow and eyes!”

Shen Lang jabbed two fingers of his left hand toward Shen Wubing’s eyes. Startled, Shen Wubing instinctively threw his hands up to block.

”Second strike: the philtrum above the lips!”

Shen Lang retracted his fingers and seamlessly followed up with a punch, striking Shen Wubing right on the philtrum and making him grunt in pain.

”Third strike: the cheeks and jaw!”

Shen Jian, still bleeding from the corner of his mouth, came at Shen Lang from the front. His chopping palm strike was neutralized by Shen Lang’s kick to his wrist. Just as he tried to retreat, Shen Lang struck him with both palms, one on his cheek and the other on his jaw. He immediately looked as if he had suffered a Thunder Strike, his face contorting in pain.

”Fourth strike: the seam of the back!”

Shen Lang turned to the side, his right foot kicking the back of Shen Fengkuang’s knee—the popliteal fossa—as he attacked from behind. The blow instantly forced him to bend and drop to one knee. Shen Lang then punched the seam on his back.

This ”seam of the back” is also known as the ”scapular seam,” located at the inner and outer edges of the shoulder blade. Shen Lang’s punch to this spot immediately caused Shen Fengkuang’s upper limb to go limp, his arm hanging uselessly.

”Fifth strike: the lungs and chest!”

”Sixth strike: the groin and vitals!”

”Seventh strike: the crane’s knee and tiger’s neck!”

With every shout, Shen Lang unleashed a move. He used both fists and feet—his punches like the wind, his kicks like lightning. The three men on the stage were already heavily injured, their speed no match for Shen Lang’s. It was as if they were caught in a giant whirlpool, beaten until they were dizzy and disoriented, completely unable to escape!

”Eighth strike: shatter the shin bone!” Shen Lang stood ramrod straight and delivered three consecutive kicks, striking the shins of Shen Wubing and the other two.

”AHH!” The three men screamed and dropped to one knee, clutching their shins.

It was at that moment that Shen Lang shot up into the sky.

’What is he trying to do?’ The three men, clutching their shins in agony, froze for a moment and simultaneously looked up.

”Water Dragon’s Roar! Battle Dragon, in the Wild!”

Soaring high, Shen Lang flipped upside down and thrust a palm down toward the spot between the three men. A Water Dragon, wreathed in crackling lightning, instantly roared into existence!

”Not good, run!” Their souls nearly fled their bodies. Ignoring the pain in their legs, they scrambled and crawled, trying to escape.

BOOM!

A tremendous explosion rang out once more, followed by three piercing screams. Shen Fengkuang and the other two were sent flying far off the completely demolished arena platform, their limbs flailing.

Silence fell over the Martial Arts Arena. Every member of the Shen Family was ashen-faced, rendered speechless.

The five most powerful disciples of the Shen Family’s current generation had just been crippled in a matter of moments by Shen Lang, the one they had all considered trash...

Faced with Shen Lang’s absolute ruthlessness, not a single person dared to make a sound.

”They are all heavily injured. Without good Elixir Pills, they won’t be getting out of bed for a month or two. In that case, they won’t be able to participate in the martial competition held by the City Lord’s Mansion.”

”I hear that under Shen Haoxuan’s leadership, the Shen Family’s business has been doing better and better these past two years. I’m sure you don’t lack for a bit of money, so just spend a little more to buy some good Elixir Pills. Oh, right, I forgot to mention. I’ll have someone inform the Treasure Pavilion to take extra good care of the Shen Family. For any Elixir Pills purchased by the Shen Family, the price will be doubled. After all, you’re not short on cash.”

Shen Lang spoke as he walked out from the pile of rubble, his expression as indifferent as ever.

But his words immediately caused another uproar. It was only then that the crowd considered the consequences of this battle.

”Shen Lang, what in the world do you want?!” Shen Haoxuan roared, verging on hysterical.

The martial competition held by the City Lord’s Mansion this time was unlike any before. It was said that Major Sects would be there to select disciples. Shen Lang had heavily injured the Shen Family’s strongest disciples. If they weren’t healed in a short amount of time, the Shen Family would surely miss out on this grand event.

But to heal them in such a short time would definitely require a huge price. And to think that Shen Lang would openly declare he’d have the Treasure Pavilion suppress them!

Shen Lang let out a soft chuckle and said something that made everyone from the Shen Family feel as if they’d been plunged into an icy cavern: ”Not much. Back then, you wanted to drive my father out of the Shen Family. Now, I’m just giving you a taste of your own medicine. I want to drive the Shen Family out of Celestial Phoenix City, that’s all.”

”A taste of your own medicine...” Shen Haoxuan sighed in despair and collapsed into his chair.

Shen Lang slowly walked past Shen Fengxiao, who was still struggling and crying out on the ground.

He glanced at him and sneered, ”A genius? Heh, what a genius. You’re nothing but paper tigers, yet you dare call yourselves geniuses? The Purple Chu Empire is vast, but compared to the entire Star Continent, the Purple Chu Country is just a drop in the ocean. Ask yourselves, with your pathetic level of strength, are you truly worthy of the word ’genius’? True geniuses and powerhouses don’t deign to insult others. Those who humiliate others will themselves be humiliated! On the Star Continent, the Ten Thousand Races thrive and countless Sects exist. If you want to become a true powerhouse, you must first fix your own attitude! You call me trash at every turn. Doesn’t that just mean you’re even worse than trash?”

”Every single one of you, go home and reflect on your actions!”

Shen Lang’s words echoed endlessly above the Martial Arts Arena as his back, straight as a javelin, retreated into the distance.

That receding figure no longer carried its earlier world-dominating aura. Instead, it seemed desolate and lonely, yet also wild and unrestrained...