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With a muffled thud, Tie Changsheng was sent flying backward before he could finish speaking. He crashed through the stone pillar in front of the martial arts school, then through the wall behind him, and finally embedded himself in the trunk of an old willow tree in the inner courtyard.

His head had been smashed beyond recognition by the hammer, and only his lower body was still sticking out of the tree trunk. His two legs dangled in mid-air, swayed a few times, and then stopped moving.

"Screaming? Why did you stop?" Xiu'er put away her hammer and questioned Tie Changsheng, who was embedded in the tree trunk, "Weren't you making quite a racket just now?"

The barbarian warriors in the martial arts school swarmed out.

They were like rats that couldn't see the light of day, lurking in the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty for many years. Today, they were finally able to show their faces in the open, but before they could even be arrogant, they were attacked.

They also killed the vice-master who had just boasted that he would lead them to run rampant in the imperial city.

How can we tolerate this?

These warriors wielded swords unique to the barbarian kingdoms—single-edged, thick-backed blades, about three feet long—with a "whoosh," their blades reflecting a chilling light under the night lamplight.

Ren Pingsheng, Ta Ye, and Li Yourong attacked simultaneously, their fire flames like fiery snakes, their blades like fangs, and their sword light like moonlight.

A moment later, all the barbarian warriors who had rushed out fell to the ground.

As top experts at the fifth or sixth level of the King Martial Realm, they would not easily attack those below the Heavenly Martial Realm unless they could not resist.

At this moment, a powerful aura slowly rose from the depths of the martial arts hall.

The newcomer's appearance was seven or eight parts similar to Tie Changsheng, except that he did not have a single pockmark on his face.

His name is Tie Yongsheng, Tie Changsheng's older brother, Tie Yaotiao's cousin, and the owner of the number one martial arts school in the world.

Even among the younger generation in the barbarian kingdom, he would be ranked among the top ten super geniuses.

His gaze swept over the corpses of the barbarian warriors scattered on the ground, lingering particularly on Tie Changsheng's body, before finally settling on Qin Changye.

"Peace talks are imminent. I don't understand why you dare to cause trouble here, but murder must be punished with a life. As the leader, do you dare to fight me fair and square?"

Tie Yongsheng realized that Ren Pingsheng and the others around Qin Changye were highly skilled, and he was probably no match for them. Qin Changye was the easiest to deal with, so he wanted to have a one-on-one fight.

Perhaps fearing Qin Changye's refusal, he continued to provoke him: "Are you scared? Are all the people of your Great Zhou Dynasty like you, cowards who only know how to bully the weak with numbers and dare not fight one-on-one?"

Qin Changye stopped Ren Pingsheng and the others who were about to make a move, a confident smile on his lips: "I've leveled up quite a bit lately, and I just happen to need some free sparring partners."

Ren Pingsheng and the others stepped back, still somewhat worried. They could sense that Tie Yongsheng's cultivation was at least at the second or third level of the King Martial Realm.

To have reached such a level of cultivation at less than thirty years old, one must be quite skilled.

Many of the people from the Great Zhou who were watching were also worried for Qin Changye.

Both in age and cultivation level, Tie Yongsheng is superior to Qin Changye.

They worried that Qin Changye was truly provoked by Tie Yongsheng's words and had only reluctantly accepted the challenge.

"Don't worry, my young master never fights a battle he's not confident of winning!"

Xiuer, on the other hand, was full of confidence, because she saw that same air of self-assurance on Qin Changye's face.

On the other side, Tie Yongsheng had already moved, slashing his martial blade at Qin Changye with all his might, striving to kill Qin Changye in one blow.

At first, Qin Changye was forced to retreat a few steps, but as time went on, Qin Changye became more and more courageous and gradually gained the upper hand.

Tie Yongsheng was almost stunned on the spot.

He could tell from the color of Qin Changye's spiritual energy that Qin Changye's cultivation level was still at the Heavenly Martial Realm.

But how could someone at the Heavenly Martial Realm fight him to a standstill, given that his cultivation had reached the third level of the King Martial Realm?

This was something he would never have dared to imagine or even dream of before.

"As expected of the son of the Undefeated War King! Looks like I'll have to show you my true skills!"

Tie Yongsheng suddenly sheathed his sword and retreated, forming a hand seal.

Above his head, a weasel phantom, a full ten feet tall, slowly appeared.

This is a unique form of physiognomy found only in barbarian lands!

Qin Changye was no stranger to this; just last night, Zhou Tianci's old servant with the long donkey face had used physiognomy.

but.

The old servant with the long donkey face was using the unique tiger physiognomy technique of the barbarian royal family.

At this moment, Tie Yongsheng was using the weasel physiognomy technique, which was a specialty of the Tie family of the barbarian kingdom.

Upon closer inspection, the weasel phantom suddenly emitted a ghostly green light from its eyes, instantly enveloping the entire courtyard in a bizarre illusion.

"Qin Changye".

Next, the weasel phantom, with its back to Qin Changye, spoke in a human voice: "Look at me, do I look like a human or a god?"

This is the most vicious weasel-like trick to get a title.

If Qin Changye were to return to a human form, it would transform into a stunningly beautiful woman and drain Qin Changye's yang energy.

If Qin Changye were to return to its god-like form, it would transform into an incomparably powerful deity and pierce Qin Changye with a single sword strike.

This is an almost unsolvable problem; both options lead to dead ends.

Tie Yongsheng has practiced this technique for over twenty years, and with this move, he has killed countless opponents whose cultivation levels were higher than his.

"Answer me quickly, do I look like a man or a god?"

The weasel phantom continued to ask questions, as if possessing some kind of magic, striking directly into the depths of Qin Changye's soul, carrying an aura of sacred and inviolable majesty.

It was as if, at this moment, the one with his back to Qin Changye was a god from the heavens.

Qin Changye's calm gaze bypassed the weasel-like phantom and landed on Tie Yongsheng's face, uttering a startling remark: "To me, you look like a pile of dung!"