Chapter 341: Chapter 209: Overbearing Dominance, Black Mountain Celestial King!

At that moment, Wang Yu let out an angry roar, veins bulging on his face, pushing his potential to the limit. His already graying hair seemed to have turned even grayer, and he swung the strongest saber of his life.

Wang Yu was once the renowned Cold Blade Elder of the Three Counties, the previous Martial Arts Hall Master of Jin Hong Martial Arts Hall in Cang River County, having refined three of his Five Viscera.

But Jin Hong Martial Arts Hall was initially founded by the disciples who left Hongmen Martial Arts Hall of Changfeng County, and by seniority, Zhang Lin, who died at the hands of the Blind Swordsman, was his senior brother.

This ultimate saber strike was enough to cut off an entire corridor eaves.

However, facing Wang Yu’s desperate strike, the black-robed man showed little change in expression, merely raising his hand and casually punched out.

"Slash!"

At the moment this seemingly casual punch was thrown, an overwhelming invisible power spread across the sky, instantly enveloping Wang Yu, causing an intense sense of unease to erupt in his heart.

The invisible force then augmented the withered fist, waves of white rolled over each other, bursting out continuous explosive sounds.

Before the fist even made genuine contact with the long saber, Wang Yu’s face changed dramatically; he couldn’t comprehend this power. In the next breath, the Grade-Entering Treasure Saber forged with Cold Iron Essence for decades was overwhelmed, fissures spread, then shattered.

He felt as if he was trying to shake a meteor crashing from the sky, a futile attempt indeed.

"Puff!"

The terrifying power instantly shattered the long saber and, without losing momentum, struck Wang Yu, his chest bones caved in, blood and flesh splattered, and invisible force pierced through, creating a gruesome bloody cavity in Wang Yu’s body.

"Boom!"

The shattered body of the famed Cold Blade Elder was thrown out, heavily crashing into a study, followed by sounds of bookcases collapsing and beam breaking, then silence.

"No, Elder Wang!"

Amidst cries of shock, a voice filled with utmost grief and anger surfaced.

Elder Wang Yu, known for many years and having advanced to Sixth Grade long ago, was unexpectedly slain by a single punch from the black-robed man, who appeared like a phantom.

Even though the black-robed man did not reveal his true face, those present were able to speculate his identity.

The only one capable of executing Wang Yu with a single punch could only be the Black Mountain Celestial King, famously elusive.

It’s rumored that anyone who had fought Wang Xuantian has perished.

"Wang Xuantian, how dare you show up personally! Do you truly believe you can act as you please?"

Li Qiu stared, his eyes almost popping out, glaring at the black-robed man.

Wang Xuantian!

The Celestial King of Black Mountain, shrouded in mystery, quickly established dominance over the Three Counties, supposedly capable of overwhelming anyone.

His very presence today, infamous enough to make children stop crying, proved as formidable as rumored.

"What do I fear? Where in the Qingyun Three Counties can’t my Wang Xuantian go?"

The black-robed man glanced at Li Qiu, coughed lightly, "Cough... Li Qiu, as the County Captain of Qingyun County, you’re not bad... I’ll give you a quick end today."

"Yi San, take care of him."

The words had barely fallen.

A loud roar suddenly came from the horizon.

"Audacious! Wang Xuantian, you may rule with an iron fist before others, but tonight your luck runs dry, facing us siblings."

A black, a white, and a gray-clad figure arrived in unison, making it just in time.

"Are these the Lin Family tributers from Lord County Magistrate’s side?"

Seeing the black and white figures, Li Qiu felt reassured, as the Lin Family siblings were both Sixth-Grade Martial Artists, having followed County Magistrate Tao from Donglai County, their strength formidable.

Moreover, another unfamiliar face accompanied them, seemingly also a Sixth-Grade Martial Artist; now with three against three, the outcome remains undetermined.

Su Mu arrived without saying a word, eyes slightly narrowed, staring at the black-robed man in the arena.

This rumored figure who founded the Black Mountain Army finally appeared.

To the naked eye, though Wang Xuantian was shrouded in black garments and wore a fierce Black Tiger Mask, Su Mu could discern his slender build and auras like that of a longtime illness, vastly different from the imagined menacing form.

Yet standing there, nobody dared underestimate Wang Xuantian.

With Su Mu’s eyes slightly narrowed, in the state of Soul Incarnation, he saw Wang Xuantian enveloped in a dense, ink-like, peculiarly swirling Power of Fortune.

The Spiritual Power dragon between Su Mu’s brows was searing hot, conveying a sharp crisis warning.

This warning far exceeded the intensity when facing Gongsun Xin and Purple Shirt, by multiples!

"Wang Xuantian... is he one of the two fortunes?!"

Su Mu thought gravely; Wang Xuantian’s ink-black Power of Fortune was remarkably similar to one of the two fortunes he witnessed during his Divine Travel in Cyan Clouds, when his Comprehension transformed.

Whether it was merely an illusion or not, what he saw now seemed dimmer than what he remembered.

"Wang Xuantian, die!"

As Lin Shuang’s sharp voice subsided, she propelled forward, choosing to strike first; her slim sword flashed from her waist, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet, seemingly freezing the air into frost.

Simultaneously, Lin Lie’s Qi Blood surged as a scorching Power erupted; he swiftly drew his saber, transforming it into red streaks, and attacked Wang Xuantian.

Individually, the Lin Family siblings each in Late-Sixth Grade, could traverse the Three Counties unchallenged; together, their combined Martial Arts were complementary, multiplying their combat power manifold.

Frost and fire echoed, blades and swords screeching.

The collaborative technique’s power made even the Blind Swordsman White Shirt furrow his brow, sensing danger. Yet Wang Xuantian remained unchanged behind his mask, facing the combined blade and sword of the Lin siblings.

His arms extended, both fists out, meeting the blades and swords of the Lin siblings, the seemingly slow fists moving with dazzling speed.

Boom boom boom!

A series of blaring, clashing sounds filled the air; the intertwining blade and sword of the Lin Family created a web of Sword Qi and Blade Qi, all shattered by Wang Xuantian’s domineering fleshy fists and then annihilated.

Crack!

Every clash was met with fierce interactions of Qi Blood and Power, residual waves transforming into violent winds, rumbling thunder, causing courtyard bricks to fly and reduce to dust.

"Wang Xuantian’s fists... What kind of power is this?"

Su Mu’s eyes narrowed, gleamed with a sharp light, faintly sensing an unprecedented power in Wang Xuantian’s fists, but before he could further contemplate.

"Li Brothers, Wang Xuantian is for us siblings; Lord Li is your responsibility, now, go!"

Amidst the encirclement, the Lin siblings whispered softly, Su Mu watching them actively encircle Wang Xuantian, contemplating with a flicker in his eyes.

Perhaps he overthought.

"Li? Is your name Li?"

As the words landed, a sinister, undisguised killing intent locked onto Su Mu, the Blind Swordsman White Shirt staring at him.

"Boom—!"

The backyard wall smashed and collapsed, bricks scattered, dust clouds surged like tides.

Amidst shrill screams, flesh flew, and a burly figure slowly stepped forward; each step trembling the ground, the figure wrapped in pitch-black chains, every link reflecting a cold gleam, a colossal axe slung behind.

"Thud!"

A severed arm flew and landed heavily at Su Mu’s feet, its fingers still grotesquely clenching in spasms.

Ahead, the Blind Swordsman in White Shirt stood with a sword, the Three-foot Cyan Blade dripping with blood.

Behind, the hulking axman chuckled hoarsely, chains clanking, cutting off Su Mu’s escape.

One in front, one behind, the pincer attack was formed!

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