From a slave to the Great Qian Martial Saint

Whoosh!

One of the Chang Le Gang members was sent flying, then crashed into a group of people.

Surrounded, Chen Shi didn't even need to use any martial arts techniques; his physical reflexes, honed through practicing the Elephant King Stance, were sufficient to cope.

A steel blade came slashing down, which he easily snatched, then threw it backhand, cutting one person down. Next, he reached out and grabbed another, using him as a shield to block the wildly slashing swords, then threw him forcefully, knocking down several more people.

Although the opposing side had a large number of people, they were all ninth-rank martial artists, and their martial arts techniques were all simple moves.

Chen Shi strolled around leisurely, without any pressure.

"Set up the formation! Set up the Chang Le Grand Formation!"

Realizing that Chen Shi was no ordinary martial artist, the burly man in blue wore a serious expression and let out a loud shout.

The next moment, the henchmen retreated, and thirty-six strong men wielding dragon-patterned staffs surged forward.

The so-called Panlong stick is a long stick with a short stick connected to the end by a chain. It is also called a flail stick or a chain stick. Its usage is more complicated and its power is greater than that of ordinary sticks.

Thirty-six men surrounded Chen Shi, circling around him and shaking their spears, creating a buzzing sound in the darkness that made people's eyes blurry and ears ring.

"superior!"

With a loud shout, twelve men stepped forward, their dragon-patterned staffs slashing, sweeping, pointing, and smashing at Chen Shi from all angles. The attacks appeared chaotic, yet they complemented each other.

I have to say, they've got something special.

Chen Shi's eyes were sharp; he either dodged or parried. He only parried the tip of the staff, because if he blocked the long staff, the chain connecting to it would cause the tip to hit him.

With Chen Shi's physique, being hit a few times with sticks wouldn't cause him any serious harm, but it would still hurt.

"Let's go again!"

After their initial attack failed, a loud shout rang out, and twelve more men followed up, charging towards Chen Shi.

Chen Shi remained calm, relying solely on the reaction abilities he had developed through training in the Elephant King Stance to cope with the situation.

There were a total of thirty-six people, divided into groups of twelve, attacking wave after wave, but even though they tried their best, they still couldn't hurt Chen Shi in the slightest.

"Attack together!"

Seeing that Chen Shi's "movement technique" was so powerful that ordinary attacks could not harm him at all, the burly man in blue standing on the outside frowned, gritted his teeth, and shouted an order.

The next moment, the thirty-six people formed a circle again, swaying their toes as they circled around Chen Shi, and their pace became faster and faster, and the swaying of their toes also became faster and faster.

Just as Chen Shi was getting impatient, suddenly, all thirty-six men stepped forward, raised their dragon-patterned staffs high, and smashed them down on Chen Shi.

The gaps were filled, leaving Chen Shi with nowhere to hide.

Chen Shi frowned and crossed his arms above his head.

boom!

With a heavy thud, the thirty-six dragon-coiled staffs, like a pot lid, slammed down on Chen Shi.

"drink!"

Thirty-six strong men gripped their long sticks, let out a roar, and pressed down together, causing Chen Shi's body to instantly sag.

"snort."

Seeing Chen Shi pinned down, the burly man in blue let out a smug snort.

Although the disciples who cultivated the Chang Le Grand Formation were only ninth-rank martial artists, each of them practiced a mid-grade blood-nourishing martial art, which meant they had the strength of six hundred jin.

Thirty-six people, that's more than 20,000 jin of strength!

An ordinary eighth-rank martial artist would be smashed into mincemeat with just one blow! Even a seventh-rank expert wouldn't be able to withstand it.

"Um?"

Just as the burly man in blue was feeling smug, the dragon-patterned staffs suddenly began to tremble violently.

What happened?

The thirty-six people in the formation felt a force surging up from under the sticks, growing stronger and stronger, like a volcano about to erupt!

They gritted their teeth, gripped the sticks tightly, and their foreheads were instantly covered with fine beads of sweat.

Boom!

With a deafening roar, a massive surge of blood energy, like a tsunami or a torrent, erupted from beneath the staff, its power increasing several times over in an instant!

The thirty-six dragon-coiled staffs either slipped from his grasp or broke off completely, and were all sent flying.

The thirty-six warriors who had formed the formation were all thrown away by the immense impact. One by one, their hands were lacerated, their tendons and bones were broken, and their internal organs were injured.

"W-this is...!"

Looking at him now, amidst the dense, overwhelming aura of blood, Chen Shi stood there, his body covered in dragon scales, with a scorpion tail barb gleaming coldly behind him.

Rank 7!

He wasn't an ordinary eighth-rank martial artist; he was actually a seventh-rank one.

Even a seventh-rank martial artist shouldn't be able to forcefully break through the Chang Le Formation.

"snort."

Just as the burly man in blue was in shock, Chen Shi turned to him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The burly man in blue's expression changed drastically, and he instinctively tried to run away.

But unfortunately, it's too late.

Chen Shi moved swiftly, like an arrow released from a bow, and instantly rushed to the front.

Without any frills, the dragon-scaled hand grabbed directly.

The ability to solidify blood and qi into form is now completely under control. Not only can it solidify only a portion of a limb, but it can also cover the body with dragon scales to replace the scorpion's claws.

Although scorpion stingers are powerful, the palm of the hand is still more flexible in comparison.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, the burly man in blue gritted his teeth and threw a punch at Chen Shi, preparing for a head-on fight.

His blood energy erupted, resembling a bear's paw; he was also at the eighth-grade Explosive Qi Realm.

Click!

Unfortunately, the difference in strength was too great.

With a casual wave of his hand, Chen Shi severed the blue-clad burly man's arm into several pieces.

Then, like a chick, he was held in Chen Shi's hand.

"Ah! Don't kill me!"

The man in blue screamed in pain, breaking out in a cold sweat, and begged for mercy.

"Take me to the place where you've imprisoned the people you've arrested."

Chen Shi, too lazy to waste words, coldly gave an order.

"Yes, yes, it's over there."

The burly man in blue nodded repeatedly and pointed in a direction.

At the same time, he secretly gave a wink to a few of his men not far away.

Those men understood, and the next moment, they suddenly rushed towards Xiao Fengxiao.

scoff!

Blood splattered everywhere, and before the men could even react, they were torn apart and killed.

With a flick of its fiery tail, Xiao Fengxiao shook the blood off its claws and revealed a contemptuous sneer on its fox face.

They treated her like an easy target.

"This...this..."

The blue-clad burly man was completely dumbfounded when he saw the demonized Xiao Fengxiao; the woman was actually a seventh-rank official.

With his limited knowledge, how could he distinguish between demonic transformation and the solidification of blood energy?

"what!"

But before he could recover, the excruciating pain returned, and he let out a scream as Chen Shi crushed his other arm.

"If you try any more tricks, next time it'll be your head."

Chen Shi said something in a low voice, but to the burly man in blue, it was no different from the whisper of death.

Nodding repeatedly like a pestle being pounded, he dared not entertain even the slightest wicked thought.

He obediently led Chen Shi to the prison cell.

The other disciples of the Chang Le Gang followed closely, keeping a distance of more than ten meters, and no one dared to approach.

First, they were hesitant to act rashly, and second, they were afraid of dying.

A moment later, they arrived at a stone house without windows. The iron gate opened, and inside the small house were twenty or thirty people, all of them women!

"The women are all here, the men are in the pigsty."

The burly man in blue said something, looking at Chen Shi with a fearful expression.

There are so many, I don't even know which one is the young lady holding the inkstone, but it doesn't matter, I'll just rescue them all.