Fingers exert force.

Only to see the worm-infested water explode, instantly crushed by him.

The woman’s eyes suddenly became sharp, losing her previous composure.

Boom——

At this moment.

The ground where the long spear was thrust suddenly exploded.

Countless piles of snow burst open, transforming into a flurry of flying snowflakes.

Shattered stones scattered, producing the sound of air being pierced, "whoosh whoosh."

"It’s impolite not to reciprocate!" Wang Wenzong’s voice resounded.

Grasping the long spear, he approached like a swimming dragon, directly targeting the Miao clan woman.

"Clang!"

Facing this advance, the man with a sword on his back suddenly drew his sword, the blade rubbing against the scabbard, making a clear out-of-sheath sound.

Even though Wang Wenzong appeared physically frail, like a downright old man, he did not underestimate or disregard him.

He held the sword handle with both hands, fiercely slashing it.

"Well done!" Wang Wenzong laughed heartily.

He twirled the spear shaft in his grip, suddenly thrusting forward.

Boom——

The air exploded.

Clang——

Followed by a resounding impact that shocked the eardrums.

Among the onlookers, some immediately covered their ears, showing painful expressions.

The man with the sword, on the other hand, his face changed drastically.

This strike made him feel an unstoppable and overwhelming force, causing his figure to fly backward uncontrollably.

Meanwhile.

The long spear in Wang Wenzong’s hand rotated like a Spiritual Snake.

Underneath his frail body, the long gown swept across the void, causing the air to liquefy.

His arm shook, the long spear trembling.

The spearhead then heavily struck towards the woman in purple gauze.

The woman’s figure floated, her toe tapped, and she retreated swiftly.

Facing the sweeping long spear, she seemed like a fluttering willow leaf.

But as the spearhead approached, her waist bent into an astonishing arc.

Facing Wang Wenzong at this moment, she dared not confront him head-on.

However, the bending of her waist had limits, while the spearhead had none.

Ah—— 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Accompanied by the spearhead pressing the woman’s waist to its limits, it then forcefully crashed into her body.

The sweep of the long spear immediately made the woman spit blood uncontrollably, resembling a cloth bag being flung away.

It was at this moment.

The sword-bearing man who had just flown back also slashed again, his sword momentum heavier.

One sword fell, blocking Wang Wenzong’s evasion flank.

Meanwhile.

Li Sixiang finally moved.

With one step forward, he appeared behind Wang Wenzong like a ghost, his movement technique extremely mystical.

Swiftly, he reached out transforming his hand into a palm.

All around instantly turned pitch black, as if heaven and earth returned to chaos.

Around his palm, the Earth, Wind, Water, and Fire seemed to reappear.

In an instant.

Wang Wenzong felt as though he was trapped by an invisible heaven and earth.

Facing Li Sixiang’s sudden strike, he had no escape, forced to withstand it.

"Petty tricks!!" Wang Wenzong sneered coldly.

Faced with the impending palm strike from behind, he neither dodged nor avoided.

Instead, the long spear in his hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, directly pointing at the slashing sword-bearing man.

At the moment the spear tip clashed with the sword edge, his wrist suddenly shook.

And the spearhead also deviated accordingly.

The difference of a millimeter, yet the gap was like a thousand miles.

Just the slightest error meant failing to exert the previous collision between spear tip and sword edge.

Rather, the sword edge glided past the diamond-shaped spearhead.

And the long spear moved forward with unstoppable momentum, unaffected by the force exerted on the spearhead by the sword edge.

Stab——

In the blink of an eye.

The long spear penetrated the body, blood splattered across the void.

At this time.

Li Sixiang’s palm also landed heavily on Wang Wenzong’s back.

Boom——

With this strike, the entire Zhuge Manor suddenly trembled, and in the distance, walls cracked open as if a dragon was turning over in the earth.

Under Wang Wenzong’s feet, at that moment, the floor tiles shattered into countless pieces and shot out.

"Such a brilliant method of Power Manipulation!!" Feeling the vibrations from the ground beneath him, Jiang Ning felt a sense of amazement in his heart.

Li Sixiang’s palm landed on Wang Wenzong, transmitting all the force to the ground.

The actual force under his feet was less than a hundredth.

And at this moment, Wang Wenzong’s body only swayed slightly, not even moving his feet.

With just a slender physique, he withstood Li Sixiang’s full-force strike.

"Return the courtesy——or it’s impolite!"

Wang Wenzong spoke.

The first four words burst from his mouth.

Blood splattered across the sky as half of the sword-wielding man’s body exploded, turning into a blood mist that dispersed.

Then, without turning his head, the spear in his hand transformed into a long staff.

Bang——

A roar of explosion.

Li Sixiang received it with his palm, then was knocked flying, his figure retreating continuously.

In just a flash.

Three Second Grade Great Grandmasters joined forces, resulting in two injured and one retreating.

"Nine River Dragon... truly lives up to his name!!" Li Sixiang stopped his retreating figure, his face flushed, evidently with his Qi-Blood still surging inside.

Wang Wenzong stood with the spear in hand, silver hair flowing without wind, his Qi-Blood steaming around him, hot waves rolling, like a burning furnace amidst the icy snow.

He gazed across the three of them and said indifferently, "If this is all your skill, then leave something behind today. When I strike, there will be blood!!"

"Hic—"

At this moment.

An untimely hiccup echoed.

The stubbled young man, who had been leaning on the broken door frame all along, seemingly detached and just drinking, finally put down his wine jug.

He raised a hand to wipe away the wine stain from the corner of his mouth, lifting his half-covered face with disheveled hair slightly.

In the next instant, he disappeared.

No, not disappeared, but moved so quickly that most of the people present couldn’t even catch it.

In Jiang Ning’s eyes, it was the distortion and change of space.

Wang Wenzong’s pupils suddenly contracted, the spear almost instinctively blocking to his side!

"Clang!!!"

The sound of metal clashing this time was sharper and more prolonged than any before, like two bronze bells colliding.

The violent Qi wave exploded with the two as the center, sweeping away all the snow within ten feet, revealing the cracked ground beneath.

The distant manor walls collapsed with a roar.

That was the manifestation of the force transmitting to the earth and causing the dragon in the ground to turn.

Everyone felt the continuous tremor underfoot.

Wang Wenzong rooted himself, yet was still pushed back three feet by the tremendous force, carving two deep furrows into the ground.

Meanwhile, the stubbled young man landed three feet away, his figure swaying slightly before steadying himself.

In his hand, unbeknownst to all, was now a short blade, its blade pitch-black and lustrous, only a little over three feet long, contrasting sharply with his shabby demeanor, now exuding a chilling sharpness.

The courtyard fell into instant silence.

Li Sixiang and the other two showed joy on their faces, while the Zhuge family gasped secretly.

They had witnessed how Wang Wenzong swept through those three Second Grade Great Grandmasters with the momentum of crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood.

Yet now, he had been forced back by a single blade.

At this moment, a hint of surprise flashed in Jiang Ning’s eyes. He sensed that this inconspicuous drinking man.

His Qi-Blood’s refinement and strength’s ferocity were faintly on par with Wang Wenzong.

Wang Wenzong slowly straightened his body, his gaze firmly locked onto the stubbled young man, especially the pitch-black short blade in his hand.

An almost forgotten name suddenly surged to mind.

"Drunken Yama, Jing Wuming?!" Wang Wenzong’s voice lowered, laden with unprecedented gravity, "Weren’t you dead for thirty years in the Beihai Glacier? How are you here?"

Jing Wuming casually stabbed the short blade into the ground, then picked up the wine jug and took another swig, laughing with a hoarse voice tinged with slight drunkenness.

"Long time no see. Beihai is indeed cold, but the Beihai secret realm didn’t claim my life. Instead, it further strengthened my physical body."

Upon hearing this, Wang Wenzong looked at Jing Wuming, a trace of pity flashing in his eyes.

"With such Qi-Blood and physique, you’ll be like me, never reaching Second Grade in this life!"

"I’ve long since come to terms with it!" Jing Wuming chuckled with a grin, then took another swig of wine.

Then he put down the wine jug in hand: "I owe someone a favor, so for today’s matter, either you retreat, or there’s no good ending!"

"So do I!" Wang Wenzong grinned, revealing his white teeth.

Then.

He suddenly took a step forward.

Yin——

The sound of a dragon’s roar erupted from within him, followed by a crackling sound of bones bursting from inside his body.

At this moment, it seemed he was unleashing the restraint within.

The slender form began to fill out, Qi-Blood surging and roaring inside him, his body growing taller, silver hair turning black.

The Qi Blood Smoke above his head gathered, forming a fierce, roaring angry dragon.