Chapter 0946 Crushing Bao Long

Chapter 946: Overwhelming Baolong

He Xiajian's strength was indeed astonishing. Although he had just entered the late stage of the Martial King realm, his current power might rival that of a peak Martial King.

Seeing He Xiajian’s condensed strength, the group of senior disciples below were somewhat envious.

"He Xiajian’s strength should reach the level of Five Dragon Power!"

"Late-stage Martial Kings usually only have Four Dragon Power. If he truly has Five Dragon Power, very few at the same late stage could defeat him! Not to mention those in the mid-stage of the Martial King realm!"

"The guy from Star Tower is probably just a mid-stage Martial King!"

"A mid-stage Martial King can have at most Three Dragon Power. In terms of strength, he is much weaker!"

Everyone was amazed by He Xiajian’s terrifying aura.

Qin Yun hadn’t tested how many dragon powers he possessed, but defeating the opponent would be more than enough for him.

"Little trash from Star Tower, instead of staying in that broken tower to take care of those old guys, why did you come here to act so arrogant?" He Xiajian snarled. "Wanting to seek revenge on me? I’ll crush you right now!"

He Xiajian charged forward!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

He Xiajian’s speed wasn’t fast, even somewhat slow, but each step he took caused the ground to tremble continuously. His mere presence was enough to intimidate many!

"Is this the speed you’re proud of?" Qin Yun mocked coldly. "Are all the people from Baolong Tower such trash?"

"Damn it, you weakling, how dare you mock us from Baolong Tower?" He Xiajian roared in anger, suddenly accelerating and swinging his arm like a giant club, aiming for Qin Yun’s head.

Qin Yun's expression remained impassive as he swiftly swung his palm, transforming it into a hand-blade strike. The martial energy he condensed, like a sharp blade, slashed toward He Xiajian's descending arm!

His palm blade appeared tiny compared to He Xiajian's thick arm.

Yet, that palm blade was razor-sharp. The invisible energy it released, condensed by Qin Yun, became as keen as a blade's edge.

Qin Yun's palm blade hacked toward He Xiajian's arm!

*Chop!*

He Xiajian's arm was severed like a piece of wood by Qin Yun's palm blade!

Because that thick arm had been tensed and filled with condensed power, the moment it was severed, blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering all over the fighting platform!

The crowd watched the arc of blood in shock, their hearts nearly stopping in disbelief.

He Xiajian, whose strength was so formidable, had his arm severed by someone!

Even He Xiajian himself doubted whether his arm was fake, as it had been chopped off by a bare hand.

He Xiajian was so stunned he momentarily forgot the pain, staring in shock at his spurting stump.

With a cold sneer, Qin Yun's icy, murderous voice boomed like thunder: "Disciples of Baolong Tower are all trash!"

His palm blade struck again, slashing horizontally with unimaginable speed!

This time, his target was He Xiajian's neck!

Before He Xiajian could even scream, a thin red line appeared across his throat—then his head toppled, and his corpse collapsed into the pool of blood.

The rolling head, filled with terror, its wild, bulging eyes brimming with disbelief and unwillingness!

He Xiajian was dead! And in such an unthinkable fashion—killed in just two moves by his opponent!

Boom!

Qin Yun leaped up and slammed down a purple-gold flaming palm onto the blood-soaked arena below.

Whoom!

The enormous flaming palm descended, igniting a blaze that engulfed the entire arena.

Under the cover of the inferno, Qin Yun wrenched free He Xiajian’s core of cultivation and martial spirit.

The martial spirit he obtained was a Black Dragon Martial Soul, imbued with divine abilities!

Under Ling Yuner’s control, the Dark Sun devoured the divine abilities, allowing Qin Yun to wield them.

"It’s a summoning divine ability—it can summon a poison dragon!" Ling Yuner said.

The flames quickly dissipated, leaving only a pile of pale dust on the arena—He Xiajian’s remains.

Such an outcome was hard for the crowd to accept!

A new disciple of Star Tower was actually this terrifying, effortlessly slaying a peak-stage Martial King like He Xiajian.

Hong Mengshu and her companions weren’t surprised. If Qin Yun had lost, they would've been shocked.

They simply realized that Qin Yun’s strength was even more fearsome than they had imagined.

Qin Yun’s gaze fell upon a middle-aged Martial Emperor from Baolong Tower below the arena. He snarled, "Trash of Baolong Tower, if you've got the balls, keep sending people to challenge me! Don’t cower like turtles!"

The middle-aged Martial Emperor, his face twisted in fury, shouted, "You little devil from Star Tower, don't get too big for your britches! Since you dare kill our Baolong Tower disciples, you’ll suffer hell to pay!"

Once the barrier around Qin Yun’s arena lifted, the old referee hurried onto the stage, worried the Martial Emperor from Baolong Tower might attack.

Qin Yun laughed loudly. "You pathetic worms of Baolong Tower, when you tried to strip Old Lan of his Star Totem, did you ever think you’d pay the price? Let me tell you—your suffering has only just begun!"

With that, he strode off the platform.

Leaving the arena during a defense was equivalent to forfeiting it, costing him an Emperor Origin Stone!

But Qin Yun couldn't give a damn about that Emperor Origin Stone!

The crowd thought he was fleeing in fear, leaving the Hundred Forge Arena. Yet, to their shock, he sprinted straight toward Arena No. 1!

The defender of Arena No. 1 was a bloodthirsty young fighter, his platform already strewn with severed arms and gory remains.

Giving up his own fighting platform just to challenge a Baolong Tower disciple on Arena No. 1—now everyone could see Qin Yun was here for revenge!

Earlier, everyone had witnessed Lan Chen being savagely thrashed, all because Baolong Tower wanted to seize his Star Totem.

Now, Star Tower was striking back.

But the one seeking revenge was just a rookie disciple—yet his strength was terrifying.

Qin Yun tossed a million Purple Crystal Coins to the old referee of Arena No. 1 and stepped onto the stage.

A crowd instantly swarmed over!

When Qin Yun had first stepped onto the third arena, everyone had been anticipating how he would be pummeled mercilessly!

But now, the crowd was eagerly waiting to see how he would dominate his opponents!

Qin Yun walked onto the arena, his voice laced with contempt as he looked at the youth: "Trash of Baolong Tower, if you admit you're garbage, then get your ass off this platform! You're not worth my time!"

That youth was also formidable—arrogant and ruthless. Hearing Qin Yun's words, he saw red and roared, "I'm not like that washed-up He Xiajian! You won't defeat me!"

A middle-aged Martial Emperor from Baolong Tower shouted, "He Xiajian lost because he underestimated his opponent! Just focus on defending against his hand blade—that Star Tower punk probably has a blade-based martial spirit!"

The words of the middle-aged Martial Emperor instantly pumped up the Baolong Tower disciple.

The referee of the first arena, equal parts stunned and eager, struck a gong.

The battle began!

The youth from Baolong Tower was extremely cautious, immediately hunkered into defense.

Roar!

A small golden dragon suddenly erupted from the fighter's form, wrapping his frame to form a powerful barrier.

The moment the barrier appeared, the arena trembled slightly—a testament to its power.

Qin Yun snorted coldly and blitzed forward.

As he advanced, he combined the Piercing Mystic Art with the Pain Divine Arts, channeling the power of the latter to pierce through the formidable barrier.

Ah!

The golden disciple of Baolong Tower let out a gut-wrenching howl, seized by excruciating pain.

The powerful barrier he had summoned dissipated in an instant.

Qin Yun closed the distance and cracked him across the face!

The impact cracked like a whip!

The youth's face instantly contorted, his voice choked off before he could even scream.

"This is the price you pay for bullying my Star Tower disciples!" Qin Yun's icy voice boiled with rage and killing intent. His fists lashed out like twin raging beasts, raining down relentless blows upon the youth.

Each strike carried the force of a raging beast's full might.

After dozens of consecutive punches, the youth's body was pounded into pulp.

"Die!" Qin Yun's final punch ignited with Purple Gold Flame, transforming into a blazing beast that punched clean through him.

The furious flames surged into the youth's body, incinerating even his reinforced bones to ashes in an instant!

The flames Qin Yun unleashed were merely purple-gold—had they been black flames, the devastation would've been unimaginable!

Another disciple of Baolong Tower was finished!

Both of Baolong Tower's new golden disciples were now dead.

It was worth noting that these two new golden disciples of Baolong Tower were top-tier fighters. The fact that no one had dared challenge their arenas said everything about their skill.

After the shock, everyone gasped in disbelief.

Those two new disciples from Baolong Tower had taken out several other disciples with extremely ruthless methods.

Yet, in no time, they themselves were killed by someone else.

"Damn, Baolong Tower is ranked twentieth among the towers! Star Tower isn’t even ranked, yet now Baolong Tower is getting stomped by Star Tower!"

"Star Tower really hit the jackpot to have such an extraordinary genius join them!"

"That guy’s strength is incredible—how many dragon’s worth of strength does he have? He Xiajian, at the late-stage Martial King Realm, was effortlessly wiped the floor with by him. Could he be at the Peak Martial King level?"

"Strange, you can’t even sense his cultivation. His ability to conceal his aura is also extremely impressive!"

"Wait, is that Luo Lianghui from the First Tower? He’s a formidable new disciple. I heard he broke through right after joining the First Tower and is now at the late-stage Martial King Realm!"

"He’s heading toward Arena One—what’s he planning?"

The crowd exclaimed as they turned their eyes to the youth clad in golden brocade, looking like he owns the place.

Kang Feiqing whispered, "That guy, during the assessment, pulled four dragon’s worth of strength while only at the mid-stage Martial King Realm! He hasn’t made a move in the arena yet—was he waiting for a worthy opponent?"

Hong Mengshu said, "Don’t sweat it—Brother Yun’s got this!"

Gong Feiyan, her beautiful eyes filled with concern, murmured, "I’ve got a bad feeling. After all, he’s a disciple of the First Tower, and if he’s stepping up to challenge Ah Yun, he must have some confidence!"

Luo Lianghui wore an innate arrogance in his expression, a smirk tugging at his lips as he took out an Amethyst Card and dropped a cool million amethyst coins to the old referee.

He was truly stepping onto the arena to challenge Qin Yun!