Sumu glared at Cheng Shaofeng with venomous eyes, not even blinking, and said coldly, "Cheng Shaofeng, if you donât beat me to death today, I wonât let you off!"
"Youâre still being arrogant!" Cheng Shaofengâs initial hesitation was instantly overshadowed by madness, and he fiercely smashed the stone in his hand down. If this hit landed, Sumu would either die or be severely injured.
"Master Su!" Li Yuntian and the others were on the ground, protecting their heads from the punches and kicks of the Fengyulou members, but they couldnât help but cry out in distress.
A look of surprise flashed in Hu Meierâs eyes, and her heart couldnât help but beat violently. This was just a squabble among junior disciples, and she hadnât expected it to escalate to this point. If Sumu really died here, given his status, the Lingxiaoge and Fengyulou would likely go to war.
Everyone had different thoughts, but their gazes were all focused on the stone in Cheng Shaofengâs hand.
Just as the stone was about to hit Sumuâs head, a somewhat thin hand suddenly appeared in front of him. This hand didnât look particularly strong, and it was even a bit thin. The sharp edge of the stone cut through the palm, immediately causing blood to spurt out.
The stone fell, but because of the hand blocking it, Sumu didnât suffer any harm.
The fatal blow was blocked, and Li Yuntian and the others, who had been on edge, finally relaxed. They looked to see who had saved Sumu at this critical moment, but when they saw the personâs face, they couldnât help but feel embarrassed.
"Senior Brother Yang?" Li Yuntian muttered, never expecting that the person who saved Sumu would be Yang Kai, the very person they had planned to deal with today. For a moment, Li Yuntian felt utterly humiliated.
The scene suddenly became quiet, and those who were attacking stopped, while those being attacked took the opportunity to catch their breath.
Hu Meier, standing to the side, slightly opened her mouth, staring at Yang Kai in shock. She noticed that this thin and lanky youth didnât even flinch as blood flowed from his palm, and there was no sign of pain on his face. Instead, he looked excited and eager, with a fierce light in his bright and spirited eyes.
For some reason, Hu Meier suddenly felt that this person was dangerous.
Drip... drip...
The dark red blood flowed down his fingers, breaking the silence.
Cheng Shaofeng looked at Yang Kai with a dark expression and said coldly, "Are you a disciple of the Lingxiaoge?"
"Yes!" Yang Kai nodded. The familiar pain excited him, making his blood boil, and he was eager to fight to vent his pent-up energy.
"Are you trying to meddle in other peopleâs affairs?" Cheng Shaofengâs tone was unfriendly, and the other Fengyulou disciples, upon hearing this, quickly abandoned Li Yuntian and the others, gradually surrounding Yang Kai.
"Meddle in other peopleâs affairs?" Yang Kai smiled, "You already called me a Lingxiaoge disciple, so how can this be considered meddling? They call me Senior Brother, after all."
"Fine, another one to deal with." Cheng Shaofeng laughed, "I really canât stand you Lingxiaoge people! No matter how many come today, Iâll take care of them all!"
"Senior Brother Yang, run!" Li Yuntian shouted from the ground, "They have many people, and youâre no match for them, hurry..."
Li Yuntian was quite unfortunate. His current position was not far from a Fengyulou disciple. His incessant noise was annoying, and the Fengyulou disciple quickly walked up and struck his neck, silencing him.
On the other side, Cheng Shaofeng and Yang Kai were verbally sparring, arguing while fighting over the stone. Cheng Shaofeng tried to snatch the stone, but it seemed to have a life of its own, staying in Yang Kaiâs hand.
Cheng Shaofeng was already at the Kaiyuan realm. Seeing this thin and lanky Lingxiaoge disciple, who looked like he would be blown away by the wind, actually making him look bad, he became furious.
He immediately let go of the stone and raised his arm, shouting, "Attack!"
The Fengyulou disciples surrounding them, upon hearing the order, all rushed at Yang Kai. Yang Kai quickly stood up, holding the blood-stained stone and smashing it into the head of a Fengyulou disciple.
The power of a weapon always surpasses that of bare hands. Although it was just a stone, it could still exert more force than fists. The Fengyulou disciple who rushed forward didnât even get close to Yang Kai before being hit on the head, causing his skin to split and fall to the ground, clutching his head.
After knocking down this person, Yang Kai didnât stop. Instead, he became even more fierce, quickly targeting other Fengyulou members.
Yang Kaiâs brutality and ferocity far exceeded everyoneâs expectations.
He successively knocked down four Fengyulou disciples, and the stone in his hand shattered. Yang Kai punched out, and the stone fragments flew in all directions like a barrage of hidden weapons, causing the Fengyulou disciples to scream in pain, many of them being cut by the flying stones.
Taking advantage of this, Yang Kai kicked two Fengyulou disciples away, but he was instantly overwhelmed by the enemies.
The Fengyulou group was numerous, and although Yang Kai had knocked down several, he still couldnât match their numbers.
The clash was intense, and Yang Kaiâs body staggered. Several Fengyulou disciples fell, and those who fell were all burning hot, with flushed faces. The Zhenyang Jue that Yang Kai practiced finally showed its power. His punches and kicks were infused with Zhenyang Yuanqi, which these sixth- and seventh-layer Qi Refinement realm practitioners couldnât withstand.
This was without even using the Yangye. If he used the Yangye, Yang Kaiâs strength would likely increase even further, but he had only condensed one drop after so many days of cultivation and couldnât bear to use it.
Many Fengyulou disciples were knocked down by Yang Kai, but he himself wasnât in good shape either. Being only at the seventh-layer Qi Refinement realm and without any body technique, he couldnât avoid the attacks of so many enemies.
Blood flowed down Yang Kaiâs forehead, and his arms and legs were covered in wounds. However, these injuries didnât diminish his fighting spirit; instead, they made him even more determined and ruthless.
A warm sensation came from his bones, and Yang Kai felt an endless supply of strength. As this warmth spread, his strength increased, and his speed became faster.
Yang Kai didnât know what mysteries the Proud Bone Golden Body concealed, but every time he was injured or felt pain, the Proud Bone Golden Body would activate. Injuries and pain only made him stronger.
Hu Meier, standing on the sidelines, had a continuous look of surprise in her eyes, and her small mouth remained open. She had initially thought that this Lingxiaoge disciple would quickly be defeated and beaten by Cheng Shaofeng and the others. However, the development of the battle exceeded her expectations. Nearly ten Fengyulou disciples had fallen, and apart from those initially knocked out by the stone, the rest were rolling on the ground, emitting hot air, with their skin turning red.
Is this person using Yuanqi in battle? Hu Meier was astonished. For a Qi Refinement realm practitioner, using Yuanqi meant using it up, and it was difficult to recover, which was like digging oneâs own grave. Is he not afraid that this will affect his future cultivation?