Chapter 572: Chapter 143: This Is the Real Ninth Lord! [Bonus for Hiteng and Baiyi Jade Flute, Two Alliance Hierarchs]

But the momentum became severe and decisive, yet he did not retreat half an inch with his hind foot on the ground.

He felt a bit astonished, but also somewhat pleased. These thirty or so people in front of him essentially possessed the strength of people like Ling Kong and Xi Yun in the Cultivating Gu to Become a God Plan, and some might even exceed that.

Absolute genius.

Very powerful.

He was shocked, not knowing that the thirty people across from him were already as stunned as he was.

Too unexpected.

He actually blocked the wild charge of the combined momentum of these thirty people.

Though his momentum was pushed back, the opponent’s momentum didn’t weaken in the slightest.

And at a certain point, it could not be pushed further.

This situation seemed as if it had hit his bottom line. He could retreat, but only up to this point.

Retreating any further, even by an inch, was not an option!

The momentum became solemn and resolute.

It seemed that retreating this step meant the people were behind him, and his loved ones were behind him.

Not retreating an inch.

Such a person, if forced to this level on the battlefield, could only meet death!

If you wanted an inch of land behind him, you’d have to step over his corpse. As long as he drew breath, no enemy could claim anything behind him!

The thirty people were all in admiration, simultaneously recalling the legends of those experts fighting the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, who knew retreating a step meant they’d live, yet to protect the people, didn’t take that step back.

Just so decisive, I have thousands of ways to survive by retreating, thousands of reasons to fall back.

But I refuse to retreat.

Not even in death.

Respect rose in the hearts of the thirty people, who, without prior agreement, all retracted their momentum.

Everyone began to smile.

"Admiration."

The leading young man sincerely said, "Brother, I am Feng Xiangdong, may I know your name?"

"My name is Fang Che!"

Fang Che also retracted his momentum and said with a smile, "You all nearly pushed me out the door."

"Thirty of us couldn’t push you directly out the door; it’s embarrassing."

Another person smiled and said, "I am Yuzhong Kuang."

Fang Che raised an eyebrow, "Yuzhong Kuang? Is Yu Zhongge your...?"

That young man laughed heartily, "Yu Zhongge is my younger brother, two years younger than me."

A young man beside them, with a complex expression, said, "I am Xue Wanren. Mr. Fang, your momentum is truly earth-shattering, no wonder you managed to directly... ahem, with my cousin back then."

Fang Che also cleared his throat and said, "That was all in the past. Let’s not mention it."

Bringing it up was awkward for Fang Che, and likely even more so for Xue Wanren.

Everyone burst into laughter.

"No wonder you’re so formidable; turns out you’re from the three major families of Feng Yu Xue."

Fang Che nodded.

Then everyone began to introduce themselves one by one.

Soon the atmosphere became extremely congenial, even Xue Wanren was friendly and amiable.

After a while of chatting, footsteps were heard outside.

Yuzhong Kuang coughed, "Prepare."

Instantly, everyone was on high alert.

Fang Che almost laughed out loud, realizing what these guys were up to, couldn’t help but feel prankish, gathered his momentum, and joined in.

With a creak, the door opened, and a young man walked in carrying a sword on his back.

Just as he entered the door... everyone’s momentum suddenly erupted!

Bang!

Like a cannonball, he was blasted out by the powerful momentum, colliding heavily with the opposite wall and slowly sliding down, sitting on the ground with legs spread wide, eyes nearly popping out, looking at the entrance in shock and confusion.

He hadn’t expected to open the door and crash into such strong momentum head-on, completely unprepared, like a rolling gourd on the ground. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

He suffered such a huge setback before even seeing the people inside.

"Damn!"

The guy gritted his teeth, leapt to his feet.

This time, he was fully prepared, gathered his momentum, reopened the door, and finally saw the over thirty people inside, with interwoven and vigorous momentum rushing right at him.

"Hey ya!"

He gave a strange cry, gathered all his momentum, and charged in fiercely.

But as soon as he assumed a ramming stance, he was blasted out the door. Head down, back bent, sliding out horizontally, feet firmly on the ground, leaving two black streaks.

"Ah hahaha... sent another one out, yet another one!... "

A group of people inside exclaimed with delighted laughter.

The man tried twice more, but finally realized no matter how he resisted, he couldn’t withstand it.

Finally, he shouted from outside, "How can I get inside?"

Inside, a dozen people shouted simultaneously, "Figure it out yourself!"

Figure it out, what way could there be?

The young man sighed, pushed open the door once again, but did not gather momentum. Instead, once inside, he immediately sidestepped three paces, pressed against the wall, and quickly shut the door.

Then he tried to use his momentum to sidle along the wall step by step.

But found he still couldn’t budge, his face turning red.

With no choice, he had to release his momentum, looked up with a defeated expression, and cast a resentful gaze at everyone.

That gaze, like a wronged kitten.

It’s not easy for a burly man to show such an expression.

Everyone burst into laughter again.

"Boss Fang, interrogate him."

Everyone shouted.

In a world where strength reigns, the strongest is the boss.

Before Fang Che arrived, there was no boss, no one convinced; but facing someone who could single-handedly take on thirty men, that boss position was uncontestable!

Everyone was genuinely impressed.

Fang Che coughed, enunciated clearly, and stretched his voice, "Who is the incoming general, capable of giving his name?"