478 Prodigies Thrive Best in Groups

Kong Binghuang became stronger with each punch he threw. The rising pressure from his shadow loomed over Yu Tiancong and the young elder, making them feel an enormous force bearing down on them.

“Isn’t the chief at the fifth-level visceral prefecture realm?” asked the young elder nervously.

He wasn’t dismissing the importance of seniority. It was simply that Kong Binghuang’s attack had left him exhausted. His body was at breaking point, with his bone patterns showing signs of shattering.

“Why aren’t you using your guardian spirit item or your ultimate technique?” he continued. “There’s a considerable difference between the levels of the visceral realm.” Yu Tiancong barely managed to get the words out.

The two elders made an attempt to attack Kong Binghuang but were suppressed by him. Surprisingly, neither Yu Tiancong nor Shang Yinzhong showed any signs of shock. They were well aware of Kong Binghuang’s power.

Within Qingzhou, Kong Binghuang was considered one of the top three fighters, and that’s including the descendants of the Kun Peng Clan and the leaders of the Sacred Heart Sect. Otherwise, the master of their Wuji Mountain could easily be considered the strongest in Qingzhou.

“If we don’t risk something, we’ll all be defeated one by one!” Yu Tiancong yelled.

Shang Yin Zhong agreed, albeit in a quiet voice. “If we don’t take action, we’ll both be finished!”

In response, several fierce tigers emerged from Shang Yinzhong’s body, all bearing huge black wings over ten meters wide. A protective qi shield started to fail visibly.

Yu Tiancong retaliated with his own aura, which formed a halo over his head. Beams of light fell from his bones, washing away the force on his body. On his fists, jade bracelets appeared to fend off Kong Binghuang’s attack.

“No matter how powerful you are, Eldest Senior Brother, you won’t be able to take all of us on your own.”

“What if we join the fight?”

Suddenly, an aurora flashed across the sky. In a blink of an eye, the whole main peak of Wuji Mountain began to crumble.

A deacon, decorated with five intricate patterns, was launched into the air, only to explode into a cloud of blood.

A burst of fiery energy plummeted from the sky, severing a portion of the main peak, along with an unfortunate visceral prefecture realm elder trapped by the windward charm technique.

“I’ll take this one on!” Full of righteous fury, Hua Yanli charged down the mountain, his body radiating an aura akin to a phoenix’s.

“How reckless,” remarked Yun Qi, shaking his head as he descended to the ground.

“Brother Hua is sly. Now that he’s left, he has to deal with only one opponent,” Gou Jie observed, standing next to Xiang Mingfeng.

“Nonsense, I’ll defeat them all!” A determined roar echoed from the mountain’s base.

“I beg to differ,” countered Fang Huo, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as he surveyed the battlefield.

Qin Huai and Xiang Mingfeng stood together, backed by Wang Gang, Xiong Yujie, She Wanshan, and other future kings. In addition to them, promising young fighters from smaller sects, adorned with four or five patterns, joined the fray.

Even though reinforcements arrived to assist, Yu Tiancong was unimpressed. “Even with your numbers, you can’t change the outcome.”

The ninth elder, Shi Hu, stepped forward. He released an aura that matched the power of the third-level visceral prefecture realm, casting a gloom over everyone.

At this moment, the demon men and the Sacred Heart Sect made up half of the visceral prefecture realm fighters on Wuji Mountain, with a total of sixteen experts in their ranks.

“Hey, don’t you know that gifted fighters thrive in numbers?” Gou Jie teased with a smirk. “We’ve always been tested as a group. Ah, I almost forgot, you’ve never been a prodigy, so you won’t understand the prestige of our level.”

“Little brat from the Thousand Divination Tower, you are quite eloquent.” Yu Tiancong only responded with a contemptuous look, but his eyes betrayed a brewing killing intent.

Among the eight future kings, only She Wanshan and Wang Gang were still struggling to advance to the next level. The others had already anticipated this crisis and chosen to break through.

Fang Huo said matter-of-factly, “I’m just stating the truth. It’s only a two-to-one battle.” His eyes were already gleaming with golden light.

Simultaneously, the eight future kings’ eyes lit up, their impressive king’s force creating a tangible, intense atmosphere.

Boom!

Suddenly, cracks started to appear on the main peak due to the intense pressure exerted by the eight future kings. Elsewhere, the spectators had already started their own skirmishes, adding to the chaos.

“Master, I apologize for being late,” Xiang Mingfeng said, his gaze falling on Kong Binghuang, who was battling the first and second elders.

“It’s fine,” Kong Binghuang reassured him. “You guys handle the others, and I’ll take care of these two. But be wary of Shi Hu. He’s at the third or fourth-level visceral prefecture realm.”

Seeing Xiang Mingfeng and the others rushing to his aid filled him with hope. “With you young folks around, Qingzhou still has hope and a fighting chance. “Originally, I wanted to die together with these guys.” Kong Binghuang laughed.

“Die together? Eldest Senior Brother, aren’t you thinking too highly of yourself?” Yu Tiancong sneered.

“What? Aren’t you flattered?” Kong Binghuang appeared confused. In the blink of an eye, the windward charm’s binding instantly disappeared, and Kong Binghuang compressed it to within ten meters.

Boom!

A clash ensued, with sparks and blood flying in the air. A cruel smile appeared on Kong Binghuang’s face as he said, “Try saying another word!”



Qin Huai turned his attention to Shi Hu and stepped forward. “I’ll handle this ninth elder.”

“You want to fight me alone?” His words surprised Shi Hu, who immediately charged toward him. His body abruptly expanded, and a symbol representing ‘king’ materialized above his head.

At the same time, a roaring sound akin to a tiger’s bellow turned into a wave of energy. But in an unexpected turn of events, the energy retracted back into his body, and he slowly darkened to an almost black shade.

“Tiger skin, stone king!”

Neither of them attempted to evade. Qin Huai’s fist, pure and white as jade, clashed head-on with his opponent’s.

Boom!

Their impact was the epicenter of an explosive force that radiated outwards in all directions. Hairline fractures, reminiscent of spiderwebs, began to spread under their feet inch by inch.

The sheer strength emitted by the two individuals made the mountain peak shudder with intensity. In the very next moment, the pair traded more than a dozen blows on the spot.

In between the exchange of blows, Shi Hu managed to admit, “No wonder you’re so confident. You’re quite strong.” His attack weakened slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but that was all.

But Qin Huai wasn’t phased. “I haven’t even used my full strength yet.”

The next moment, his hair instantly turned white and his eyes flickered with a faint white light as he activated his dragon king form. A potent energy erupted from deep within his heart and his dantian.

Qin Huai’s blood surged with fervor, and the emperor’s force around him gradually intensified.

Shi Hu’s fist, with its swift and ruthless movement, was targeted directly at the side of Qin Huai’s temple.

“Too slow, too weak.” Qin Huai’s form seemed to dissolve into thin air.

The taunting voice echoed in Shi Hu’s ears. He retaliated with a punch and leaned his body forward.

Snap!

The clear sound of bone splintering echoed through the air. Qin Huai’s punch landed squarely on Shi Hu’s elbow, making him lose control of his arm.

“It’s useless!” Shi Hu roared, activating the blood heart technique. His wounded arm began to regenerate swiftly.

Rip!

Despite Shi Hu’s quick recovery attempt, however, Qin Huai went in for the finishing blow. Shi Hu’s entire arm was ripped off, leaving him shocked and severely wounded.

“You’re right. It’s useless,” Qin Huai declared, standing over his fallen opponent like a victorious god of death.