Chen Tianming’s battle intent soared. Just as his words fell and he prepared to strike, a furious roar exploded beside his ear.
“Hand over your life!”
Wang Cong suddenly attacked, throwing a punch straight at Chen Tianming.
Wang Cong had waited a long time and finally seized his moment.
And when he struck, it was with lethal intent.
Brilliant golden light erupted from his body. He blazed like a scorching sun, radiance dazzling the eyes.
Behind him appeared a colossal golden phantom, like an ancient war god that had crossed the river of time, its divine might invincible.
Boom!
Wang Cong’s fists thundered towards Chen Tianming.
His twin fists gleamed as though forged from pure gold, resplendent with light and brimming with overwhelming tyranny.
“Heaven and Earth Tyrant Fist!”
Wang Cong roared. Torrential power surged from his fists like a heaven-shaking wave, crashing towards Chen Tianming.
At the same time, the massive golden phantom behind him threw an identical punch. The sheer momentum was utterly terrifying.
Chen Tianming hung in mid-air. Above him, Qi Tian’s yin-yang taiji diagram pressed relentlessly downward. Below him, Wang Cong’s Heaven and Earth Tyrant Fist hurtled upward.
He was assaulted from both sides.
In an instant, he found himself in mortal peril.
Yet Chen Tianming’s expression did not flicker. He glanced at Wang Cong and sneered, “I had intended to spare your life. Since you court death, I will send you to the King of Hell.”
With those words, Chen Tianming threw a punch.
“World-Suppressing Sword Fist!”
The strike burst forth like thunder, cascading downward like a waterfall.
Within his fist surged an invincible tyrannical aura. As it blasted outward, it abruptly exploded, transforming into countless strands of sword qi that slashed towards Wang Cong.
Wang Cong’s face grew grave. He had already sensed the terror of Chen Tianming’s fist, but having committed to his attack, there was no turning back. He could only press forward.
Boom!
Their fists collided in mid-air, unleashing a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering explosion.
The next instant, Wang Cong’s body shot backward like a cannonball.
Pfft!
As he flew, he vomited blood in great mouthfuls.
Clearly, he was no match for Chen Tianming.
Boom!
The punch from the golden phantom arrived before Chen Tianming. He gave a cold smile and unleashed another World-Suppressing Sword Fist.
Pfft!
The golden phantom shattered instantly, dissolving into countless golden motes of light that floated in the air before vanishing into nothingness.
Chen Tianming glanced at Wang Cong. The man had crashed to the ground a thousand metres away, his face ashen.
“Take this punch.”
Chen Tianming roared. His fist surged forward irresistibly. Even from a thousand metres away, the strike forced Wang 他 Cong to vomit blood uncontrollably, staining his robes crimson.
“Trash like you thinks you can kill me? You truly do not know your place.”
Murderous intent gleamed coldly in Chen Tianming’s eyes. With those words, he stepped forward, intent on finishing Wang Cong.
At that moment.
Buzz!
A soul-chilling aura descended from above.
Chen Tianming looked up. Qi Tian, standing atop the yin-yang taiji diagram, was now less than ten zhang from his head.
“Humph!”
Chen Tianming snorted coldly. Suddenly, dragon qi danced wildly behind him: seven hundred and twenty strands, each a hundred zhang long, like true dragons emerging into the world.
“Rise!”
Chen Tianming bellowed. The seven hundred and twenty strands of dragon qi straightened, becoming seven hundred and twenty heaven-supporting pillars that instantly held back the descending yin-yang taiji diagram. Seizing the opportunity, Chen Tianming charged straight at Wang Cong.
Boom!
Chen Tianming swung his fist, erupting with blazing light as he smashed down towards Wang Cong. The tremendous force warped the surrounding space.
In almost an instant, his fist’s momentum enveloped everything, leaving Wang Cong nowhere to escape.
“Kill!” With no path of retreat, Wang Cong roared, swinging both fists with all his strength to block.
Their fists collided violently, producing a sound like divine thunder from the ninth heaven. Wang Cong’s body shattered, blood spraying as he flew backward.
“Damn it. You dare raise your hand against me? You should piss on the ground and look at your own reflection first. Are you worthy?”
Chen Tianming caught up in a flash and continued his assault.
Wang Cong was now terrified. He no longer dared to face Chen Tianming and fled immediately.
Though unwilling and deeply humiliated, he did not want to die here.
He was the divine son of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Land, with boundless potential. If he could grow smoothly, he would one day tower over the world.
Dying here would be far too great a loss.
“A gentleman’s revenge can wait ten years.”
With that thought, Wang Cong fled while shouting, “Thirty years the river flows east, thirty years it flows west. Chen Tianming, just you wait.”
“Sooner or later I will twist off your head and use it as a ball to kick.”
Though he could not win with his hands, he refused to yield with his mouth.
“You think you can escape?” Chen Tianming’s figure appeared before Wang Cong in a blur.
Boom!
Before Wang Cong could dodge, Chen Tianming’s punch sent him flying again, blood staining the ground red.
“You court death yourself. You cannot blame me.”
Chen Tianming gave him no chance, striking without mercy.
Bang!
Wang Cong flew once more. Chen Tianming shot forward and stamped his foot down onto Wang Cong’s chest.
“Trash!”
Chen Tianming spat a thick glob of phlegm onto Wang Cong’s face.
“Chen Tianming, if you want to kill me, then kill me. Why humiliate me? Is this the bearing of the foremost divine son of the Azure Cloud Sword Sect?”
Wang Cong’s eyes blazed red with rage. He continued, “Chen Tianming, do you dare release me?”
“You and I fight fairly.”
“I am not afraid of you.”
“Fight my arse!” Divine power surged beneath Chen Tianming’s foot.
Pfft!
Wang Cong’s physical body exploded, leaving only his primordial spirit.
Chen Tianming’s right hand shot out swiftly, seizing the primordial spirit in his grasp.
“Chen Tianming, if you have the guts, release me!”
Wang Cong’s primordial spirit struggled. “Are you not proclaimed the foremost of the younger generation?”
“If you dare release me, I will return and summon my elder brother. Then you will learn that my brother is the true number one of the younger generation.”
“You, Chen Tianming, are not even fit to carry my brother’s shoes.”
Though his words were arrogant, inwardly Wang Cong was terrified. His constant provocations had only one purpose: to trick Chen Tianming into letting him go.
After all, a genius like Chen Tianming was proud to the bone.
Chen Tianming stared at the primordial spirit. His expression suddenly softened. He said, “Very well. Go summon your brother. I will wait here for him.”
With that, he released his grip.
Wang Cong was overjoyed, inwardly sneering, “This fool actually believed me. Once I return to the Desolate Ancient Sacred Land, I will seclude myself for three thousand years. Only when I can defeat you will I emerge to settle the score.”
That was what he thought, but his words were different.
“Chen Tianming, do not run. I will go fetch my brother right now.” With that, Wang Cong’s primordial spirit fled at top speed.
The direction he fled was precisely the cave where Ye Qiu and Elder Longbrow were hiding!
