Super War God in the City

Huangfu Yang's hands lay over the crumbled ruins, with his disheveled, dirt-stained head emerging, looking like the unkempt Sun Wukong pinned beneath the Five Fingers Mountain.

At this moment, no one could understand his feelings, to say his heart was like dead ashes would not even begin to describe one-tenth of his emotions.

Ling Fan's last punch had almost made him explode and die.

If he had been a martial artist, he could assure that he would now be reduced to dust and bones. Fortunately, he was a Law Practitioner, a powerful practitioner of Technique Laws with abilities reaching the skies.

That might sound ironic, but it was indeed the truth.

When Ling Fan's lethal punch hit his dantian, at the critical moment, he used a Technique Law he never thought he'd need in his lifetime - the Mana Shifting Technique!

Originally, Ling Fan's punch, while stirring the mana within him, would have led to a reaction akin to nuclear fission, with his inner mana turning volatile and eventually causing his body to explode into nothingness.

In fact, the Mana Shifting Technique was essentially a form of dissipating power, it also had the effect of displacing force, channelling the nearly one million jin of power transferred into his body by Ling Fan out through the dissipated mana.

As a result, at that very instant, the shifted force of mana countered Ling Fan's punch and created a temporary storm of energy.

It had destroyed all the mountains, stones, and vegetation within several miles, and even caused more than ten zhang of the cliff face to collapse upon impact.

Between life and death, it was the dissipated mana that saved his life, and at this moment, he was nothing more than a cripple; the name 'Master Huangfu' had become history!

Hence, Ling Fan's recent words were unbearable for him, and, in a surge of overwhelming anger, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"What... what cultivation do you possess..." Huangfu Yang said with a bitter, pale face.

"Just the Martial Saint Realm, nothing to mention," Ling Fan replied indifferently, modestly.

"Martial... Martial Saint Realm..." Huangfu Yang's mind became more chaotic and he couldn't comprehend.

As a fellow of the Martial Saint Realm, he should be completely dominant over Martial Artists of this realm, but why had he been defeated so miserably!

"Just now... the Earth Vein you used just now..." Huangfu Yang struggled to speak, seeking to understand.

But as he looked up, he saw that Ling Fan had already started ascending the steps, paying no attention to him anymore, nor answering the questions in his mind.

Ling Fan considered it quite surprising that Huangfu Yang hadn't been destroyed by his punch, and he had indeed taken note of his technique for dissipating power, regarding his life-saving method with newfound respect!

Subsequently, without the desire to attend to him further, Ling Fan was already aware through his divine sense that this old man had become disabled and his life wouldn't last much longer.

The stunned onlookers, upon seeing Ling Fan's move, immediately snapped back to reality, and after glancing at Huangfu Yang amidst the rubble, they too followed Ling Fan's figure towards the mountaintop, with not a single one paying any more attention to Master Huangfu Yang!

When he was revered and powerful, nobles and officials treated him with courtesy. Now in despair, not even a dog would spare him a glance. Huangfu Yang had never imagined he would see such a day!

"Quick, follow and see, this guy is going to challenge Yong Xinghua, and since Master Huangfu is his close friend, he definitely won't let this slide. I really don't know what kind of earth-shattering battle these two will have!" someone excitedly exclaimed right away.

"Alas, that Huangfu Yang is pitiful enough, ending up in such a state, he's probably not going to survive!" Zheng Nan said, shaking his head after a distant glance at Huangfu Yang.

"If we go now and save him, maybe there's a chance for him to be saved," Huo Yingbo hesitated to say.

"Heh, would you dare to go? Not afraid that the one ahead will slaughter you? If things go wrong, he might even exterminate your entire family!" Zheng Nan teased.

Huo Yingbo immediately shrank his neck and followed from afar as the crowd headed up the mountain.

Many others harbored the same thought; it was not that no one wanted to lend a hand, but now, who wasn't afraid of dying so as to stand by Huangfu Yang's side?

Tang Anqi hesitated for a moment, also not daring to make a move. Right now, Ling Fan was troubled by not being able to find her; how could she dare to court such attention?

Tang Caiyan and several other members of the Tang family took a deep breath, their legs somewhat stiff as they followed Ling Fan's figure towards the mountaintop.

However, this time, everyone had become wiser and dared not follow too closely, each finding a relatively safe place to stand and watch from a distance.

At this moment, in the Huo family's living room,

The matriarch of the Huo family walked out and glanced at her eldest son waiting in the living room. She spoke indifferently, "I heard there has been trouble with the Tang family?"

"Yes, mother, Tang Hongyi's son was killed, they kidnapped the other party's people, called them out to Xiangjiang for revenge. As it turned out, the vengeance was not exacted, and instead, Tang Hongyi was killed; it's said Tang Liang also died of rage!" a middle-aged man in a suit said respectfully.

"How do you plan to deal with this matter!" the old lady demanded, leaning on her cane.

"This man has issued a challenge to Nine Dragons Palace today, presumably Huangfu Yang and Yong Xinghua should be able to handle it!" the middle-aged man hesitated before responding.

"And if they can't handle it?" the old lady asked again.

"That... that couldn't be!" the middle-aged man hesitated.

"This matter concerns not only the Xiangjiang Cultivation World but also your affairs. No matter the reason, the Tang family is one of the four great families.

With the Tang family annihilated and such a major incident occurring, we cannot sit idly by. With your status, you have no reaction at all? How would the people of Xiangjiang think of you, think of our Huo family?" the old lady said sternly, her face somber.

The middle-aged man quickly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and hurriedly said, "I have been too rash in considering this matter. Thank you, mother, for the correction. I will see to it right away!"

"Hmm, go on, remember, this is the realm of the Secular World, not that of the martial arts and law cultivation worlds!" the old lady nodded, speaking faintly.

The middle-aged man's expression turned solemn, and he promptly left the room.

Watching the middle-aged man leave the room, the old lady sighed inwardly, "Tang Liang, for the sake of our past sentiment, this is all I can do for you. I never expected you to meet such an end!"

This old lady of the Huo family once had a fleeting relationship with Tang Liang when they were young, but due to various reasons, they later parted and each started their own family.

This was something only the two involved knew about deep in their hearts, and usually, there were some interactions between the two families.

Especially after the death of Old Master Huo, the two became somewhat closer, occasionally gathering to chat about family matters and reminisce about the past.

At the summit of Nine Dragons Mountain, in front of Nine Dragons Palace,

Yong Xinghua stood enveloped in a black, cloud-patterned brocade robe that conveyed an air of grandeur and mystery.

At this time, he stood with his hands clasped behind him on a stone platform, his gaze calmly watching Ling Fan, who was making his way up the middle of the mountain.

The astonishing battle just now, he had witnessed it all; however, the final turn of events also caught him somewhat off guard and when he wanted to save his friend, it was too late!

"Brother Huangfu, I will let you see with your own eyes how this man meets his death before this Nine Dragons Palace, so that you may rest in peace on your journey!" Yong Xinghua murmured to himself, his voice exuding a bone-chilling coldness.