Strongest War Emperor

’He’s strong. This mission is more trouble than we thought!’

The three attackers’ hearts shuddered, and their grips on their weapons tightened subconsciously.

He was so young, yet his punches were incredibly ferocious. Paired with the terrifying sound of breaking air, it was enough to make one’s heart tremble in fear!

The powerful wind scraped their faces like a blade. A moment ago, the three charging assassins were secretly delighted that their target was arrogant enough to face them bare-handed. The next moment, their expressions changed drastically as the immense, ferocious Fist Gang forced them to retreat!

This type of domineering, head-on Fist Technique was simply too astonishing. Ordinary people wouldn’t dare to receive it lightly, and assassins, whose goal was to kill, were even more cautious.

For a moment, the three found their rhythm shattered. Annoyed but helpless, they could only continuously dodge and parry Shen Lang’s attacks, completely unable to get near him!

"An attack this ferocious can’t be sustained. Find an opening and get within two meters of him!" the assassin leader transmitted his voice to the other two.

The three moved even faster, circling Shen Lang in a fan formation as they continuously attacked.

However, this kind of attack was not an ultimate move for Shen Lang. It wasn’t the type of punch that would deplete his Spiritual Power after one or two uses, rendering him unable to use it again.

It was just an ordinary attack!

This kind of attack didn’t consume much Spiritual Power. It didn’t even require much time to recite a Mantra and circulate his Cultivation Technique.

Once unleashed, it was like a surging river, endless and unceasing. Every punch was fierce, like a tempestuous storm, a Mountain Collapse, a Tsunami!

Moreover, one punch followed another. He used offense as his defense, leaving no openings, not a single gap!

This barrage of rapid attacks left the three assassins feeling utterly frustrated.

Assassins were used to taking the initiative; their targets were usually forced onto the defensive.

They never expected the roles to be reversed this time!

The hearts of all three sank. ’A person who can launch such attacks... could he really only be at the Spirit Martial Realm of Cultivation?’

All three of them were already at the Spirit Martial Realm Ninth Heaven. If this young man’s Cultivation was stronger than theirs, wouldn’t that make him in the Xuanwu Realm?

A Xuanwu Realm expert at such a young age... it was simply unimaginable...

"If we don’t break through his Fist Gang, we’ll never get close to him! Second Brother, you go. Break his combat rhythm first!" the leader transmitted to the other two.

"Alright!"

The other two responded, and their circling speed suddenly increased.

The man in the center, wearing a leopard mask, wielded a thick-backed Great Saber. His style was wide, open, and direct. The momentum was astonishing to the extreme, producing a rumbling sound like a tiger’s roar and a dragon’s cry. He took a step forward and slashed down fiercely at Shen Lang’s Fist Gang!

’They’re not stupid, I see. With my current Cultivation, without using powerful Fist Techniques or Sword Intent, every punch of this intensity... an expert at the Spirit Martial Realm Ninth Heaven could definitely block it head-on. It’s a shame these assassins are too cautious.’

’You want to fight in close quarters? That was my goal, too. I was just using you to test the extent of my current strength.’

The corner of Shen Lang’s mouth curled into an imperceptible smile.

Without using Sword Intent or Cultivation Techniques like the Five Emperors Dragon Fist, Shen Lang’s greatest strength wasn’t in long-range attacks, but in close combat!

Because he possessed the most powerful physique in all of heaven and earth: the Chaos Divine Body!

Even now, wearing over ten thousand jin of Blue Cobalt Copper, which restricted his speed and limited the output of his strength, he was still not someone an ordinary Spirit Martial Realm Martial Artist could contend with.

If a large cart were to slowly crash into a person, the cart would be completely fine, but the person might cough up blood and die.

Carrying over seventeen thousand jin, Shen Lang was now like a war chariot!

These people desperately trying to close the distance was playing right into his hands.

"Flood Dragon Emerges from the Abyss, slash!"

The man in front slashed down, and the ferocious Sword Qi collided thunderously with Shen Lang’s Fist Gang.

Ripples of Energy spread outwards, forcing everyone present to take a few steps back to defend against the impact of the massive energy explosion.

Then, while Shen Lang was dealing with the man in front, the men on his left and right moved like Ghosts, slipping past his Fist Gang and closing in!

To Shen Lang’s left was the assassin leader wearing a lion mask. The Short Sword in his hand danced up and down like a roaming dragon, incredibly fast yet silent.

One could only see flashes of a ghostly light. Every move was a killing blow; he was truly a dangerous individual!

Moreover, he cultivated an Ice Element Technique. Before the Short Sword even reached him, a wave of cold air washed over, making one shiver uncontrollably.

Even the ground had begun to freeze, and the surrounding grass and trees were covered in ice crystals.

If an ordinary Martial Artist were to fight him, their body would likely be invaded by the cold air without them realizing it, causing their movements to become sluggish.

The person on the right wore a tiger mask and wielded a Longsword that flickered with flames. His Swordsmanship was superb, and every move was a killing technique.

As the Longsword moved, a sky full of flames, like a giant fire dragon, enveloped Shen Lang’s entire body, illuminating the night sky.

The sharp edge of the Longsword would occasionally glint from within the firelight, sending a chill down the spine.

The two extreme forces of ice and fire merged harmoniously through the two men’s coordination. The moment they came into contact, a whirlwind kicked up, sending sand and stones flying!

Caught between the strange, cold Ice on one side and the scorching flames on the other, Shen Lang’s brow furrowed slightly.

It was only because Shen Lang’s physical body was so tyrannical. Had it been any other Martial Artist fighting in this environment, their Power would have been diminished...

The three struck simultaneously, like a violent thunderstorm, converging into an unstoppable, all-conquering, destructive force that slashed towards Shen Lang like the scythe of the Death God!

Everything happened at an extreme speed. The coordination between the three in offense and defense was so perfect that even Xuanwu Realm Powerhouses would likely fall with regret on the spot if faced with such an assault.

Facing such a fierce and fast attack, Shen Lang narrowed his eyes, also feeling the immense threat it posed.

’Assassins from the Shadow Tower are truly extraordinary. When they attack together, it seems like they are fighting independently, but they’ve actually incorporated a type of formation that further amplifies their combined strength! Finally, they unite to form one massive force. How exhilarating!’

Faced with such an attack, Shen Lang had no choice but to use the first form of the Five Emperors Dragon Fist.

"Majestic are the mountains and rivers, vast is the sky! All Laws Unite First Punch!"

Sparks of lightning coiled around his fist. As he threw the punch, afterimages filled the sky, as if he had unleashed countless punches at an extreme speed.

But in reality, it was only the first form of the Five Emperors Dragon Fist. Just one punch!

That one punch shot out, and in the blink of an eye, it collided with the two assassins’ Ice and Fire Assault!

BOOM!

The immense Energy impact forced even Shen Lang to take a step back, while the two assassins on his left and right let out muffled groans and stumbled back seven or eight meters before stopping!

"Demon Dragon Slash!"

As dust and smoke billowed, the man in the center suddenly burst out from the smog. When he was still over six meters away from Shen Lang, he slashed down with his saber!

’Their coordination is truly flawless. Not a single opening.’

Shen Lang’s eyes narrowed. He focused his mind slightly, and the obscuring veil of dust slowly faded. The scene became much clearer, and in his eyes, the movements of the incredibly fast assassin seemed to slow down.

’If I had encountered this move a month ago, while wearing the Blue Cobalt Copper, I would have had some trouble even if I were holding a Profound Artifact. But now... it’s still a little lacking...’

Shen Lang shifted to the left, dodging the astonishing Sword Qi in a flash.

Then, he dug his right foot deep into the ground and kicked up sharply. The mud and rocks on the ground converged, transforming into three earth-yellow Flood Dragons that shot towards the saber-wielding assassin in front of him!

’He hasn’t reached the Xuanwu Realm and hasn’t opened multiple Elements Mansions, yet he can use multi-element Magic? Could it be Water and Earth Dual Cultivation...?’

Hearing the piercing sound of breaking air, the Great Saber-wielding assassin’s gaze sharpened. He swung his saber, creating a sharp web of slashes, and retreated diagonally to the side!

The instant that man retreated, Shen Lang turned to his left.

He lifted his right foot and stomped it down. With a thunderous BANG, his figure shot to the left like a sword!

At this moment, the leader on the left had already closed in like a ghost, his Short Sword glowing faintly as it stabbed towards Shen Lang’s chest!

Shen Lang’s movement made it look as if he was delivering his own chest to the blade.

The leader’s movements were already surprisingly fast, and with Shen Lang’s rapid charge, the Short Sword was before him in the blink of an eye!

"Hm?"

In the brief moment of the leader’s astonishment, Shen Lang’s body twisted abruptly, causing the Short Sword to graze past his chest by a hair’s breadth!

It was so close it almost touched his clothes!

Such an evasive posture would seem incredibly foolish to most people. The use of a sword is fluid like flowing water, with three of the most common attacks being: intercept, slash, and thrust!

If one didn’t block with a similar weapon and only dodged, the sword could follow its path with a slash or a swipe and kill the person.

Therefore, even though Shen Lang had dodged the thrust at the most critical moment, the leader could still shift his Short Sword horizontally and kill him instantly with a slash to the right.

However, to the astonishment of the leader and the other two, Shen Lang didn’t stop after his rapid charge. He continued moving quickly, covering another meter!

A hair’s breadth miss is as good as a mile. With just that one meter of distance, the entire picture had changed.

Shen Lang’s body continued to move forward, letting the leader’s Short Sword scrape past him, and then the opponent’s entire right arm was stretched out horizontally before him!

And in that very instant, Shen Lang raised his right hand, shaping it into a Hand Saber, and chopped down on the leader’s wrist!

If Shen Lang hadn’t wanted to end the fight so quickly, this opening the leader exposed would have been enough to be fatal.

Because...

Although Shen Lang was bare-handed, he had already comprehended Sword Intent!

A Martial Artist who had comprehended Sword Intent could emit Sword Qi even without a blade!

If he wished, he could have completely severed the man’s hand with that one chop!

PSSHT!

Even so, this Hand Saber strike was still extremely powerful.

The leader cried out in pain and was just about to react when he felt a violent surge of Thunder Power slam into his body. His entire arm instantly went numb, and his Short Sword fell to the ground with a CLANG!

’Not good!’

The leader was shocked. His Swordsmanship was light and graceful, appearing and disappearing without a trace—a first-class assassination style. To have his Short Sword knocked from his hand in a single exchange was simply unimaginable!

He twisted his waist, and his left hand, clad in Spiked Gloves, shot out, punching upward toward Shen Lang’s chest.

The two were now practically body to body. Under this crisis, the leader’s punch was thrown with almost all his strength and was incredibly fast!

The fist let out a sharp, air-breaking whistle as it shot straight for Shen Lang’s heart. A fierce wind blew in his face, and the Killing Intent was brutal, as if it were an all-or-nothing gamble...