Chapter Thirty: Fury Reaching the Crown

  Sweat, dropped to 13 again, no need to fight anymore. Seeing everyone's support is enough for Han Li. Thank you all, with your support, it really feels great.

  "Wang Shixiong, you want to fight? Mo Tian won't decline. At this moment, Mo Tian is carving the blood pattern and can't respond to the battle. Tomorrow, no matter how you want to fight, he will accompany you!" Xiong Yue's voice was clear and loud.

  "Xiong Yue, if you continue to block our way, don't blame us for using force on you!" A disciple with furrowed eyebrows glared at Xiong Yue and shouted.

  "What are you?" Xiong Yue's expression turned cold. This disciple was from a mid-level clan, and had always been respectful to Xiong Yue when they met. But today, he dared to provoke Xiong Yue, no doubt relying on the power of Wang Zhen.

  "You..." The disciple's face turned red with rage, staring at Xiong Yue furiously, but thinking of Xiong Yue's identity, he swallowed his next words back down.

  "My footsteps are not something you can stop!" Wang Zhen took a step forward, his entire body radiating an aura of momentum.

  At the moment when both sides were on high alert, ready to strike at any time, Mo Tian was oblivious to all this and sank into his intricate drawings. The originally radiant war hammer, under the iron brush, revealed complex patterns, looking exceptionally ancient.

  One side's Xiong Hong anxiously glanced at Man Tian, then looked towards Wang Zhen who was already standing in front of his brother Xiong Yue. His heart was filled with anxiety! Xiong Yue looked at the coldly staring Wang Zhen, not fearing him in the slightest. He calmly said: "Man Tian is currently immersed in forging, Brother Wang isn't thinking of launching a sneak attack? Afraid that if this gets out, it will make Lishi Peak utterly lose face."

  "Are you provoking me? There are many ways to make him sober, for example, your miserable cry!" Before Wang Zhen's words fell, his right hand suddenly stretched out and did not allow Xiong Yue to resist, pinching Xiong Yue's neck and lifting him up.

  No matter how hard Xiong Yue kicked and punched him, Wang Zhen's hands remained still, while Xiong Yue's attacks seemed to be helping him scratch an itch. Seeing this, Xiong Hong's eyes turned red as he let out a loud roar and launched a frenzied attack on Wang Zhen.

  "Get out!" Wang Zhen roared, kicking his foot into Xiong Hong's abdomen and sending him flying several meters.

  Xiong Yue saw that his attack was ineffective against Wang Zhen, so he simply stopped attacking. His face turned a deep purple and his sharp eyes stared at Wang Zhen as he hoarsely said: "Today's humiliation will be repaid a hundredfold to you another day."

  "Based on what?" Wang Zhen sneered and kicked out with one foot, directly at Xiong Yue's abdomen.

  "Pffft!" Xiong Yue spat out a mouthful of blood mist. This kick almost shifted his internal organs, but despite this, Xiong Yue still stared tightly at Wang Zhen, not even lowering his voice half a decibel.

  "Let out a shout! I'll let you go," Wang Zhen said calmly.

  Xiong Yue stared at Wang Zhen in silence, without making a sound.

  "Let out a cry!" Wang Zhen's right hand suddenly exerted force, and a cracking sound came from Xiong Yue's neck. Seeing that Xiong Yue still didn't make a sound, Wang Zhen lifted his foot again and kicked Xiong Yue in the abdomen. This kick made Xiong Yue's whole body tremble violently, and a large amount of blood gushed out of his mouth! Covering his abdomen, Xiong Hong saw his brother like this and rushed up again like a madman.

  But unexpectedly, a disciple who followed Wang Zhen and blocked Xiong Hong directly said with a cold face: "Brother Wang, if Xiong Yue is not called, then let this Xiong Hong call, how about that?" Although it was an inquiry, before waiting for Wang Zhen's response, the disciple's attack surged towards Xiong Hong like a tidal wave!

  Lian Lian retreated repeatedly, and Xiong Hong, who was also severely injured all over his body, gritted his teeth tightly, not letting out a sound of pain!

  They were disciples of Zhan Feng, with abilities surpassing those of Xiong Hong. Among them, Wang Zhen had even reached the realm of Second-Order Body Tempering, so the attacks of Xiong Yue and his brother couldn't harm him in the slightest!

  Continuously punching at Xiong Yue's abdomen, Wang Zhen couldn't help but feel astonished by Xiong Yue's willpower. Especially those eyes that were bloodshot made Wang Zhen's heart stand on end! This was a man with an iron will, if given time to cultivate, his future achievements would surely be extraordinary. This gave rise to a murderous intent in Wang Zhen's heart.

  Anyone who can pose a threat to him, Wang Zhen will strangle!

  "It's either your mouth is hard or my fist is hard!" Wang Zhen sneered, his attacks becoming even more ferocious. The dense, intricate blood vessels on his body, which shone with a bronze light, seemed to contain boundless power. Each punch he threw exploded with a loud bang, striking Xiong Yue's abdomen until he was completely numb. Xiong Yue didn't make a sound, still staring at Wang Zhen with a ferocious expression, as if trying to engrave his image into his soul.

  "Since you won't speak, there's no use in keeping you alive, go die!" Wang Zhen shouted loudly, and with a fierce throw, he tossed Xiong Yue into the air. His body suddenly leaped up more than ten feet high, one foot breaking through the air, chopping towards Xiong Yue's head!

  "Hum!!" A sudden humming sound rose, as the last strip of the pattern merged into the blood pattern. The ferocious beast's blood that was originally absorbed by the war hammer suddenly burst out with a purple glow, emitting a humming sound. Strands of lightning actually emerged from this blood pattern, wrapping around the war hammer, making it seem like a real thunderbolt hammer!!

  With his eyes wide open, Mo Tian just happened to see Xiong Yue being thrown into the air, and also saw Wang Zhen flying up. The raging flames of anger surged into his chest, and Mo Tian furiously threw the war hammer in his hand violently towards Wang Zhen who was flying up! Without anyone telling him, he already knew what had happened, the appearance of Xiong Yue's two brothers drove Mo Tian into madness.

  "Zi zi" the sound of thunder accompanied by a deafening sonic boom, Wang Zhen's body hair stood on end as an overwhelming pressure swept over him, forcing him to dodge hastily! Even so, the warhammer's speed was as fast as lightning, tearing through space and striking from his left shoulder!

  In an instant, Wang Zhen's white robe on his left shoulder turned into powder and burst out with a stream of hot blood. The war hammer slammed onto one of the disciples standing behind him, directly striking his waist and creating a huge bloody hole.

  This disciple had no idea what happened, he only heard the sound of space explosion, saw that flash of war hammer with a hint of lightning, and finally, a surge of overwhelming pain swept through his body like a tidal wave, but this intense pain disappeared in an instant. This disciple looked down in confusion, when he saw his empty abdomen, his eyes filled with endless fear, and he fell to the ground! From start to finish, he didn't even let out a scream.

  This scene was seen by several other disciples, who fled in terror one after another, fearing that the next blow of the war hammer would hit them. When had they ever seen such a bloodthirsty scene?

  Man Tian let out a low growl, and the war hammer that had pierced his disciple's abdomen fell to the ground, but instead of staying there, it automatically flew back to Man Tian. He grasped the war hammer with one hand, his face twisted in a fierce scowl as he glared at Xiong Yue, who was lying on the ground with fresh blood oozing from the corners of his mouth and chest. Enraged, Man Tian brandished the war hammer like a furious bear, wildly swinging it to attack Wang Zhen, who stood by with a terrified expression.

  Looking at the unstoppable and ferocious incoming blow, Wang Zhen took a cold breath. At this moment, his left hand had already gone numb. Although he was only grazed by the Thunder Hammer, the force of the blow was so great that it was hard for him to believe.

  Wang Zhen took a deep breath of cold air and his left hand went limp, forcing him to retreat.

  The barbarian was as swift as lightning, swinging his iron hammer and sending shockwaves through the air with a series of sonic booms. His powerful attack left Wang Zhen no room to retreat.

  "Boom!!" At the moment when Wang Zhen's fist was struck, the war hammer's head slammed onto Wang Zhen's right hand, and in an instant, his right hand burst open, with blood and flesh splashing everywhere, almost revealing the white bones of his hand! Originally, this war hammer weighed as much as 10,000 kilograms, and with a single swing from Mo Tian, it could shake a great mountain. Furthermore, the Blood Pattern contained the power of thunder, causing Wang Zhen's right hand to tremble violently, making it impossible for him to exert any strength.