Chapter 428: Chapter 428: The Terror of Great Xia’s Experts—A Chasm of Difference, Yuwen Tianlong’s Bewilderment and Despair

"Pa, pa, pa, pa~"

The crisp and fierce slapping sound exploded in the air.

Like a string of firecrackers, it shook the heart.

The Ninth Grade powerhouse of Great Xia, his arm like sturdy bamboo in a storm.

Swiftly swinging, with the force of a thousand pounds.

Every strike brought forth illusory yet oppressively overwhelming shadows, as if the very air was torn by the power.

Meanwhile, during the beating, that powerhouse’s eyes were cold as a blade, his movements precise and merciless.

The dense sound of slaps echoed over the silent battlefield, like the mocking laughter of the Death God, sending chills down the spine.

At this moment, the leader of the Mainline Human Race’s exploration team, Yuwen Tianlong, was suffering unprecedented pain and torture.

His cheeks were swollen and red, blood at the corner of his mouth.

His body, too, swayed under the other’s tempest-like assault, appearing utterly disheveled.

From the visible blows to the body, he was already battered and bruised.

In his internal world, he endured indescribable humiliation and pain.

Every loud slap was like a heavy hammer, crashing down on his dignity, shattering his pride in an instant.

Who would have thought that the heroic image Yuwen Tianlong had imagined, of heroically fighting alone against a crowd.

In reality, met such a brutal and ruthless reversal.

He thought he could hold the pass single-handedly, unleash thunderous might and sweep away his opponents, but instead faced a cold and direct humiliation.

Anyone stepping forward was utterly defenseless against the blows.

Moreover, it was an assault humiliating his very person.

Some people are alive, but they are socially dead.

Now, Yuwen Tianlong is just like that.

In a short moment, Yuwen Tianlong fell from the clouds to the abyss.

His heart went through initial anger to outrage, and finally to numb stupor.

His gaze, once a raging inferno, gradually extinguished, turning into a dead grey ash.

The transition from hot-bloodedness to a heart like dead ashes, was like a soul-stirring tragic song, tightening the heart in mourning.

Some people are alive, but they are already dead.

At this moment, Yuwen Tianlong is like a person who, while alive, has been thoroughly defeated.

His once pride and dignity, trampled completely in this confrontation.

This battle unquestionably became the most painful lesson of his life, and the darkest memory in his heart.

Below the battlefield, the talented disciples who rushed out upon hearing the sound, now all stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the ever-surging sky, seemingly shocked by the sight.

The battle that was about to erupt, at this moment, as if pressed with a pause button.

The entire space was filled with extreme oppressive stillness.

The air seemed to freeze, so heavy it was suffocating.

Every face of the talented ones showed expressions of confusion and despair without exception.

It was a profound awe of the unknown powerful force, and a helpless sigh at their own insignificance.

Even the renowned, formidable Ninth Grade powerhouse, Elder Yuwen, was battered and left in a state of disarray, like a grandson.

This undoubtedly cast a thick shadow over the hearts of the talented ones.

Witnessing this scene, every talented one couldn’t help but calculate silently in their hearts.

If even Elder Yuwen cannot resist the opponent, is there still any need for this battle to continue?

This question was like a giant stone, weighing heavily on every heart, filling this world with thick despair and helplessness.

After a short silence, in everyone’s mind, like stars streaking across the night sky, the correct answer flashed instantly.

The answer to this question was not a sudden enlightenment but, like the dawn light illuminating the earth, obvious all along.

Just that, there was resistance in the heart, unwilling to admit it at first.

In a few breaths, it seemed even the air had frozen.

High above, the Ninth Grade powerhouse of Great Xia seemed to have lost his patience.

A look of boredom and indifference flashed in his eyes, as if to tell everyone he was tired of the beating.

Or perhaps unwilling to continue wasting his precious time on such an undisputed game.

He didn’t say a word, not even a single one was needed.

With a casual lift of his hand, the movement like clouds and flowing water, seemingly random yet containing thunderous power.

In an instant, he shattered Yuwen Tianlong’s Qi blood, sealing his spiritual power.

Seizing him entirely, as easily as an eagle catching a chick.

This scene happened so swiftly, that many hadn’t even blinked before the outcome was settled.

Thereafter, the Ninth Grade powerhouse of Great Xia cast his gaze downward.

His eyes swept over the battlefield like a cold chilling wind, making every talented one shiver involuntarily with a chill in their hearts.

The strength and resolve contained in his gaze seemed to penetrate all falsehoods and facades, directly reaching the heart’s core.

The entire world seemed to be enveloped by this gaze, the talented ones holding their breath simultaneously, as if awaiting the unknown judgment to follow.

In the next instant.

"Clang~"

In the heart of a certain disciple, a storm suddenly arose, engulfed instantly by endless fear and panic.

His gaze betrayed an unmistakable look of distraction.

He stood stiffly in place, like a weathered stone statue.

The weapon he held tightly slipped weakly due to gravity, releasing a crisp and cold "clang" sound.

Like the echo in a mountain valley at night, it reverberated long in this oppressive air.

Immediately following, such a suffocating scene seemed to trigger a chain reaction.

"Clang~ Clang~ Clang~"

A series of similar sounds followed successively, forming in this instant a tragic and helpless symphony.

Those young Martial Artists, once hailed as talents in the Mainline Human Race.

At this moment, they chose to give up resistance almost unanimously.

They dropped their weapons, letting them fall onto the hard ground, kicking up clouds of dust.

Facing the desperation ahead, this group of spoiled talented ones in the greenhouse, their eyes were full of despair and helplessness.

The pride and sharpness that once shone brightly, now submerged by an unstoppable fear.

Even the most basic courage to resist was mercilessly stripped away.

Their bodies still erect, but their inner defenses have entirely collapsed.

They can only submit, accepting the ruthless judgment of fate.

At the same moment, members of the Martial Arts Association’s enforcement squad, ten times greater in number, appeared from every corner outside the manor, like a pack of wolves in the night.

Under everyone’s gaze, each enforcement squad Martial Artist donned in battle armor, emblazoned with the unique emblem of the Martial Arts Association, symbolizing identity and authority.

Their faces deeply etched with the marks of time and experience.