Chapter Seventy I Broke My Promise

  Wei Ba was shocked, and then he sneered, "I didn't kill you directly, I always regretted it. Now that you're still alive, it's just right, die!" He didn't care about the arm being grabbed, and with his other fist, he directly punched Shen Cong, the huge force compressing the surrounding air into a suffocating silence.

  Shen Cong's mouth twisted, his smile even uglier than a ghost. One punch was thrown out, looking extremely slow, but unexpectedly came out on top, and at the moment when Wei Ba's strength had not yet reached its peak, one punch collided with him.

  "Boom!"

  A dull, deafening sound, a massive force that shook the entire ground. A pure explosion of power, without any other martial skills amplifying it, yet with just this, its might could severely injure an ordinary 4th-stage Condensed Origin expert.

  Wei Ba's eyes revealed an unbelievable expression, his arm withdrew even faster than before, and his face turned crimson. His throat rolled as if blood was about to spurt out, but it was forcibly suppressed by Wei Ba. His body wanted to retreat, but just as he took a step back, he suddenly stopped, having forgotten that one of his arms was still in Shen Cong's palm.

  He exerted himself with a jerk, but it was as if he hadn't moved at all. His arm seemed to be clamped by an iron hoop. Even if it were made of refined iron, Wei Ba could have shattered it with one punch, but now, in Shen Cong's hands, it didn't budge in the slightest.

  "Why did you used to look for me with such difficulty, but now want to leave in a hurry!" It was as if they were lovers meeting again, Shen Cong suddenly jumped up and fell into Wei Ba's arms.

  The dull sound was only clear to the two of them, and the sternum in front of his chest let out a groan that couldn't bear the weight. This sound was very familiar to Wei Ba, every time he killed someone, he would smash all the bones of the enemy's body, listening to it was really wonderful. But now this sound came from his own body, accompanied by a pain that seemed to make people dizzy, Wei Ba flew out backwards, and in mid-air, blood had already sprayed into a bloody mist.

  "This..."

  Lin Liting stared at the scene in front of her in disbelief, Shen Cong woke up too quickly and knocked Wei Ba flying even faster. Before she could even process the joy of Shen Cong waking up, the scene had turned into this astonishingly exaggerated picture. Lin Liting was well aware of how strong Wei Ba was. As a fourth-stage cultivator at the peak of his physical body refinement, even in a fair fight, Lin Liting wouldn't have had any chance of winning. In the Luoshui Sect, he was considered a top-notch disciple and the future hope of the sect.

  But now, he was sent flying by Shen Cong's single blow. To think that just a moment ago, Shen Cong had used all his strength, but could only manage to leave several bloodstains on Wei Ba's chest. How much time had passed since then? How did such a huge change occur?

  Lü Ying was also taken aback, the sword in his hand involuntarily slowing down, and for the first time, an unusual expression appeared on his face. Although Lü Ying usually looked down on Wei Ba, thinking he was just a reckless man, it had to be said that this reckless man's strength was indeed great, and among those who could make Wei Ba so miserable in a head-on confrontation, only those five-stage strongmen existed. In the fourth stage, Wei Ba had never been at a disadvantage, even when facing up, she had to be careful.

  Fierce movements caused Shen Cong's charcoal-like skin to fall off in several pieces, revealing the fresh flesh underneath, accompanied by blood. The sight was particularly miserable. However, Shen Cong seemed to feel nothing at all, and as his body swayed, he chased after Wei Ba in mid-air, his hands forming a hammer shape, fiercely chopping down with an identical move to what Wei Ba had used on him earlier.

  The strong gust of wind forced Wei Ba's eyes to narrow, the water wheel spinning rapidly, but Wei Ba had never thought it would spin this fast. A hammer appeared in his hand, and with a backhand swing, the cold light illuminated Wei Ba's face as white as snow, aiming at Shen Cong's head. This was Wei Ba's attempt to exchange injuries, seeing who could withstand it first.

  "Whoosh!"

  The air seemed to be split in two, Shen's head tilted, the speed was so fast that it left Wei Ba hopeless. This kind of reaction speed shouldn't be something a second-order combined force cultivator should have, even if it were a fourth-order condensed yuan peak, it wouldn't be this fast.

  Wei Ba's eyes were filled with confusion, but the pain in his chest made him unable to think anymore. Even if he wanted to rack his brains, he couldn't figure out why, after just a short period of time, and being struck by lightning in between, Shen Cong had become so much stronger. This was simply impossible. Unless... unless there was suddenly a top-grade spiritual artifact attached to Shen Cong's body, but even the Sect Masters were chasing after that thing, how could a second-rate cultivator like him possibly have it?!

  Wow!

  It was as if all the fresh blood in his body was about to be spat out, and the air was filled with a bloody mist. Wei Ba's body was directly smashed into the ground, and it was unknown how deep he had sunk. From a distance, it was impossible to see that someone was here.

  This sound, after all, made the people in the war circle aware. Turning their heads to look, they found a figure of charcoal standing in front of a pit, with blood mist still suspended in mid-air that had not been absorbed by the formation.

  The scene looked strange, as if someone had just been fighting. But where was the other person? Could it be that they were directly punched into the ground? How much strength would that take? Moreover, everyone couldn't recognize who the charred figure was, only Huang Wei and others were abnormally excited.

  "Really wonderful, can you tell me how you did it?" Lü Ying floated in mid-air, looking at Shen Cong with great interest, his face without any other expression.

  "Want to know?"

  "This is natural!"

  Lü Ying nodded, allowing a second-order cultivator to directly explode and almost instantly kill a fourth-order condensed peak expert. It looked like a myth, but it was happening right before his eyes. Lü Ying knew several explosive combat secret methods, but none were as exaggerated as this.

  "Don't tell you!" Shen Cong suddenly laughed, his teeth white and clean.

  Lü Ying was taken aback, her eyes flashing with anger and annoyance. "Since you don't want to say, then I'll see for myself. Once you fall into my hands, let's see just how hard your bones are." As soon as she finished speaking, a sword slash fell, shimmering in the air, covered by the fierce sword aura.

  "Boom!"

  One punch was thrown, and all the sword auras dissipated. Shen Cong smiled, his body moved swiftly to appear in front of Lü Ying, one hand grasped out. Just as Lü Ying thought of moving, the air around him seemed to solidify, making it difficult for him to even lift his hand.

  "How is this possible!" Lü Ying's face revealed a look of surprise for the first time, his sword energy bursting out as he moved swiftly, his long sword pointing at Shen Cong's fist. Even someone like Wei Ba, who specialized in cultivating his physical body, would have his fist shattered by such a strike, and Lü Ying couldn't help but smile on his face.

  "Boom!"

  A massive explosion occurred, and Shen Cong's body floated down, while Lü Ying had a shocked face. "Fifth-stage power, how is it possible for you to have fifth-stage opened meridians!" He stared at Shen Cong as if looking at a ghost.

  Lin Liting and the two of them were about to go forward to help, but when they heard this, they were stunned. Fifth-stage Open Veins, this strength is one stage higher than their fourth-stage Condensed Origin, and this one stage is a huge gap. Even the weakest fifth-stage can crush them, and Lyu Ying was able to resist Wang Shi Lin's attack earlier, mostly relying on the power of the formation.

  This formation can trap a fifth-tier expert, it's clear that it's not ordinary. If not for this formation, how would Lü Ying dare to face Wang Shi Lin alone?

  "You're really formidable!" A blood stain appeared on his fist, which was pierced by Lü Ying's long sword earlier. The powerful sword aura could only leave a blood stain, and Shen Cong's current combat power was unimaginably high.

  Shen's sincere praise fell into Lü Ying's ears as sarcasm. Everything had been under control before, and it was imaginable how angry Lü Ying felt. Now being ridiculed by someone who could be killed at will in the past, how could this anger be endured?

  "Shadow Sword!"

  A loud shout, Lv Ying's long sword suddenly danced in his hand. It seemed slow, but in just a moment, the surroundings were already filled with sword energy. The sharp sword energy, even if it was far away, made people feel cold all over their bodies.

  Lin Liting's face turned pale, previously fighting against him, thinking that he would be able to suppress Lü Ying. Now it seems that the opponent has not even used his true strength yet. With this change, he is already infinitely close to opening up the fifth stage of Qi, although he still can't truly compare, but among the fourth-stage cultivators, he should be the strongest.

  If nothing unexpected happens, in half a year or at most one year, this Lu Ying will be able to advance to the fifth rank of opening meridians, and his combat strength will probably increase again.

  The sword aura was vast and powerful, Shen Cong watched with a smile on his face, but didn't move. Lü Ying's long sword danced faster and faster in her hand, although she had felt that Shen Cong possessed the power of opening the fifth meridian earlier. However, deep down, she couldn't believe this was true - how could a second-stage cultivator possibly rise to the fifth stage in such a short period of time? It was impossible with any secret methods.

  "Whoosh!"

  All the sword auras merged together, forming that giant sword, and stabbed towards Shen Cong. The speed was so fast that even a 4th-stage Condensed Origin peak expert would have to be cautious when facing this move. If they couldn't respond properly, death was inevitable. With Huang Hua's cultivation, it would be a simple swing of his hand to annihilate him, without any suspense.

  Shen Cong's eyes narrowed, and the true energy inside his body surged forth, taking a step forward, he threw out a punch. Inside him was a power like flipping mountains and overturning seas, making Shen Cong fearless against any attack.

  Fists and sword tips collided, without any explosion, only a crushing force. The treasured sword that seemed to be able to pierce the sky and earth shattered into pieces in Shen Cong's hands, and in the blink of an eye, Shen Cong suddenly advanced to Lü Ying's face, and with one punch, he struck his body under Lü Ying's shocked gaze.

  "Hum!"

  A brilliant light burst out from Lü Ying's body, directly blocking Shen Cong's attack. It was unknown what kind of treasure it was, but it actually blocked Shen Cong's move. Although the light continued to flash and explode, it didn't show any signs of dissipating. This treasure was extremely powerful, far surpassing the substitute symbol that Cao Yu had used earlier.

  "You're asking for trouble!"

  With a mighty roar, Wei Ba suddenly jumped out of the pit and charged at Shen Cong crazily. The momentum was like jade and stone being burned together, as if Wei Ba's entire body was about to ignite, and he indeed did so, his internal true energy wildly rubbing against each other, producing unimaginable power.

  "Upward Thunder, Swiftly!"

  Lin Liting let out a soft shout, and thunder descended from the sky, but it only managed to block Wei Ba's momentum for a moment. Huang Wei looked at Wei Ba's crazed appearance, but didn't dare to approach him, and even if he did, it would only add another pile of flesh and blood.

  "Dragon Bird Knife!"

  Shen Cong looked into the distance, a ray of light flew in and was caught directly by Shen Cong. The fierce aura burst out from Shen Cong's body, the knife shook violently, emitting a dragon-like roar.

  "Kill me!"

  Wei Ba arrived behind Shen Cong, his entire body like a torch, fiercely smashing down. The ground where Shen Cong stood could not withstand the pressure and directly collapsed several meters. Lü Ying seized the opportunity, her long sword transformed into a clear shadow, heading towards Shen Cong's heart, her eyes filled with icy coldness.

  "Get out!"

  A crimson glow emerged from his eyes, fangs bared, madness and brutality swirling in his mind. The Dragon Bird Knife thrust forward, a white light flashing out, like the clear moon in the night sky, transparent and piercing, yet with a hint of desolation within.

  Wei Ba's movements paused, and the light around him suddenly burst out like a deflated balloon. The hammer was less than half a palm away from Shen Congtian's forehead, but this short distance seemed insurmountable. Wei Ba stared straight at Shen Congtian, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

  "I've gone back on my word." Shen's mouth twitched slightly at the corner.

  "Boom!"

  Wei Ba exploded into a sky full of blood clots.