The God of the Human Realm!

Chapter 47 Killing
"Who is this madman?"

"How is the Hua family's son?"

"protect me!"

The entire audience was astonished, a clamor erupted, and the sounds of swords being drawn were incessant.

Not only Guo Zhen, the Left Commandant of the Golden Soup Camp, but also eight armored soldiers around him drew their steel swords.

Within the four pavilions and dozens of side rooms, the guards surrounding the numerous dignitaries moved in unison, weapons drawn, their killing intent palpable.

The man who had just won a big victory in the outer arena stepped into the inner courtyard. Upon seeing this scene, his expression changed. His short, stout figure sprang up like a fat rabbit, pulling the guards and attendants around him to his side.

The dozen or so martial artists who leaped onto the arena glanced at the tragically deceased woman in the heavy veil. Some of them had solemn expressions, revealing a hint of fear.

Several others were eager to try, their fighting spirit surging.

He even thought this was a golden opportunity to show off in front of all the dignitaries, to take down this madman, and to gain a path to wealth and glory.

Only Hua Feiyun, whose entire head was embedded in the wooden floor, let out a heart-wrenching scream, and Wei Zhenzhu let out a mournful roar because of Xiao Chan's death.

"Save Young Master Hua!"

Several martial artists on the arena took the lead in action, some bare-handed and others wielding various weapons, shouting and leaping up, rushing straight towards the terrace where Hong Yuan was.

Only then did He Xiaofeng, whose throat had been slit, fall straight backward. The light in his eyes had not yet been completely extinguished, but it was filled with despair and fear.

The curved knife in his hand fell, but before it hit the ground, it was grabbed by a long, slender hand.

call!
With the scimitar in hand, Hong Yuan tossed it, and the scimitar transformed into a rapidly spinning wheel of light, swirling out with a sharp whistling sound that suddenly rose into the air.

The warrior who rushed out felt a chill on his face. He raised his hair and opened his eyes, only to find them filled with a dazzling, cold light that seemed to pierce his eyes.

The martial artist was horrified. He lunged forward, but was still in mid-air with nowhere to hide. He quickly pointed out a judge's pen in his hand!

puff!
A flash of cold light, and the warrior holding the judge's pen felt a sharp pain in his throat. As blood splattered everywhere, only one thought remained in his mind.

How could it be so fast?

As his strength dissipated and he fell from mid-air, the cold light emanating from the curved blade did not cease; in fact, it became even more swift. In mid-air, it spun around, forming a semi-circle, and shot straight to the left.

From Wei Zhenzhu's furious roar, Hong Yuan determined her location: in a side room on the left side of the attic.

Therefore, when he threw the scimitar with all his might, the blade was already imbued with a spinning force.

Although it was only the initial application of the rudimentary form of spiral force, it was already beyond the reach of ordinary martial artists.

Within this inner courtyard, surrounded by pavilions on all four sides, the space was extremely large. With a 'whoosh,' the curved blade swept through the air for more than ten zhang and suddenly ripped open the door of a side room.

Inside, Wei Zhenzhu's eyes were bloodshot, and she roared repeatedly because of Xiao Chan's death. Perhaps there was indeed some unusual relationship between her and Xiao Chan.

Unfortunately, nobody here wants to know.

Wow!

The wooden door of the side room exploded into hundreds of pieces. Amidst the scattered debris, a cold light flashed, like a poisonous dragon piercing into Wei Zhenzhu's shoulder blade.

The curved blade carried a force as heavy as a thousand pounds, causing Wei Zhenzhu, who weighed several hundred pounds, to leap backward.

As her body slammed heavily against the back wall, a 'swoosh' was heard, and the curved blade not only pierced through Wei Zhenzhu's flesh but also went through her shoulder blade, pinning half of her body to the back wall.

Wang Ai, who was standing nearby, fell to the ground, paralyzed with fear.

Its pitiful screams, like those of a pig being slaughtered, echoed throughout the inner courtyard.

Having struck the target with a single blow, Hong Yuan temporarily disregarded Wei Zhenzhu.

Things are different now. This is no longer her den of iniquity. There's no other tunnel for her to explore, and even if there were, Hong Yuan's keen senses would detect the slightest disturbance.

With his speed, he could catch up to them in less than a breath, even from a distance of several dozen feet.

Amidst the clanging of armor, two armored warriors smashed through the wooden door, their long swords flashing as they slashed at the suddenly appearing ferocious man.

With a wave of his hand, Hong Yuan sent the long strip of cloth flying, which shattered into hundreds of pieces in mid-air, revealing two streaks of silver light within.

With a clang, the two beams of cold light collided and then shot off in opposite directions.

The short spear pierced through the chest of an armored soldier like a sharp arrow, shattering his armor into pieces and offering no protection whatsoever. He was sent flying like a sack of potatoes, crashing into the side room.

The short stick struck the helmet of another armored soldier, and with a cracking sound, the soldier fell backward.

call out!
A flash of silver light, and the shadow of the staff bounced back, landing in Hong Yuan's palm.

Chaos erupted in the side room. The armored soldier who was sent flying by the short spear nearly hit Guo Zhen, but was fortunately intercepted by another armored soldier.

But now Guo Zhen was no longer the lazy and carefree man he had been; he was both surprised and angry.

"You villain, stop your rampage!"

The sound of clothes rustling in the wind rang out one after another as several martial artists leaped onto the terrace. The three men, one tall and one short, one thin and one short, attacked together, unleashing a barrage of swords and blades.

Whoosh!

Then several more people circled around to Hong Yuan's back and launched a surprise attack.

The short stick spun rapidly, seemingly becoming an extension of Hong Yuan's arm in his palm. It could chop, point, parry, or stab, employing techniques from various schools of swords, spears, and daggers. With flashes of silver light, it seemed to form a barrier of light that was impenetrable to water and needles.

Even while facing an attack from six or seven people at the same time, he remained relaxed and even had time to look at Commandant Guo. Suddenly, he asked, "Commander Guo, do you recognize Huang Guiling of Qingxu?"

Guo Zhen, sitting in the side room, had a gloomy expression and was unlikely to answer.
He simply shouted, "Retreat! Retreat!"

Hong Yuan, however, had already discerned something from the subtle changes in his expression, realizing that he had found the real culprit. At this moment, the group of martial artists who had surrounded him were horrified.

These six or seven people were almost all martial artists who had entered the realm of internal strength. Although they had not reached the level of "controlling their power at will", they were not beginners in the realm of true strength either, so they would not lose their fighting power after unleashing their true strength once.

Among them are martial artists who can unleash three or even nine waves of triple-wave attacks, reaching the level of the ninth heaven.

Generally speaking, martial artists who have not reached the level of complete control over their power will not unleash their true strength casually when fighting others, unless it is a critical moment.

Three waves, nine heavens, twelve towers... Although one burst of power wouldn't leave you exhausted, each burst would still consume a lot of energy, and if you missed, it would be very dangerous in the fight.

However, since it was a group of people attacking one person, this concern was reduced. Moreover, under Hong Yuan's pressure, these martial artists all unleashed their power, either with their fists and feet or by adding power to their weapons.

But it was no use. The opponent didn't even use their true strength to meet the attack. Instead, they calmly accepted all the attacks with their powerful physical strength and quick reflexes.

Six or seven of them launched a fierce attack, with more than a dozen hands striking at once, but the short stick was like an impregnable wall, blocking all the raging waves.

A strong wind blew in his face, and Yang Erhu, who was leaning against the railing, was dumbfounded.

He knew that his disciple was very strong. When he left the martial arts school more than half a month ago, his martial arts skills were already above his own. But the speed of his progress was too amazing.

His physical strength is gradually recovering. Back then, he shattered the jujube wood stake with a single palm strike and it took him two or three breaths to regain his ability to move. This time, his outburst was even stronger than that one. Moreover, the mental and physical strength he had expended in the several battles in the arena was extremely depleted, so his recovery time was also longer.

Amidst the trembling of the buildings, a silver light filled the eyes of the warriors. Then, weapons shattered and fragments flew everywhere. Hong Yuan brandished his fine steel short stick and unleashed a series of strikes!

The air was ripped apart with a hissing sound, and the group of martial artists felt an overwhelming and irresistible force, as if they were a small boat in a vast ocean, all of them were overturned.

As the sound of the impact on the ground rang out, screams followed in quick succession.

Three of them had their chests caved in, smashed by short sticks, the force of which shook their internal organs. The others had their faces pierced by flying fragments of weapons, their fate unknown.

(End of this chapter)