Strongest War Emperor

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

As the first slash formed, the hurricane had thinned, revealing Liu Feng within.

But after Shen Lang kicked the hurricane away like a soccer ball, it instantly reformed, once again completely concealing Liu Feng’s figure.

A colossal wave of air swept across the entire arena...

"Two-Spin Cloud Surge!"

Liu Feng’s voice, a mixture of shock and rage, echoed from within the hurricane.

The hurricane suddenly split into two. The twin tempests were identical, their power equally astonishing, making it impossible to tell which one held Liu Feng.

Then, the two hurricanes began to spiral upward, roaring like Evil Dragons. The winds surged, ferocious to the extreme!

WHOOSH!

The tops of the two hurricanes suddenly intertwined, scissoring down toward Shen Lang below!

CRACKLE! HISS!

Wherever the scissoring hurricanes passed, the surface of the battle stage cracked and buckled. Debris flew, and arcs of electricity crackled and exploded across the ground!

At that moment, to the onlookers below, Shen Lang on the stage was like a lone boat, in danger of being swallowed and destroyed by a stormy sea at any second.

Dust filled the air, obscuring the entire battle stage.

The crowd below strained their eyes, but they could only make out faint silhouettes.

Just as the crowd was about to release their Divine Thought to probe the situation on stage...

A sudden gale on the stage blew the dust away. Shen Lang’s figure abruptly shot forward, twisted at the waist, and delivered a back kick to the hurricane on the left!

Whether it was his sprint or his kick, both were as swift as lightning and as fierce as a thunderclap!

"Ugh!"

A pained grunt came from within the hurricane. The two tempests, which had been scissoring down like Evil Dragons, suddenly dissipated without a trace, as if they had never been there at all...

The second slash, just like the first, had been kicked back and forcibly stopped by Shen Lang the moment it formed, before it could even be fully unleashed.

The crowd below felt their mouths go dry, their breathing growing heavy.

Everything they were witnessing completely surpassed their understanding and imagination.

Many had repelled the "Seven Spin Chain" before, but most had relied on powerful Cultivation Techniques or Spiritual Artifacts to clash head-on, using brute force to stop it.

But what Shen Lang was demonstrating wasn’t just simple power; it was a display of unbelievable skill!

And the speed this suddenly appeared, young junior brother was showing was phantom-like, simply inconceivable!

Under the crowd’s complicated and baffled gazes, the two hurricanes abruptly merged back into one.

"Three-Spin Soul Slaughter!"

Only a few seconds later, Liu Feng’s voice once again rang out from the hurricane.

The raging hurricane contracted again. Its tip bent downward, transforming into a Long Spear-like thrust that shot toward Shen Lang with the force of a thunderbolt.

As everyone expected, Shen Lang remained perfectly still.

Just as the tip of the hurricane was about to strike, he advanced instead of retreating and kicked out once more.

It was another simple kick, but...

Fast! Accurate! Ruthless!

BANG!

The hurricane was sent flying again, just like a ball.

And that terrifying attack, the third slash—far stronger than the previous two—once again vanished without a trace!

The crowd surrounding the battle stage fell completely silent. Not a single person made a sound.

Cultivation Techniques are divided into Mortal, Profound, Earth, and Emperor Levels. This "Seven Spin Chain" was a Profound Level, High Tier technique. The rapidly spinning hurricane was formed using a Spiritual Artifact—and not just any, but the Yin Yang Three Talents Stealer, a weapon capable of seizing an opponent’s Spiritual Artifact!

An ordinary Spiritual Artifact might get caught and stolen if it clashed with it, and a person’s limbs would likely be shredded on contact!

’Shen Lang is actually kicking it every time?’

’And he’s successfully kicked Liu Feng back every single time?’

’According to the annotations on the "Seven Spin Chain" and the explanations from the Elders, this should be impossible!’

’Even if there are openings in the hurricane, it’s spinning so rapidly that any weakness would shift away the instant it appears...’

’Who could possibly see an opening in that constant rotation?’

’And who could attack such an opening in such a short time?’

’Who could? Who would dare!’

"Four-Spin Riding Dragon!"

"Five-Vortex Sea Breaker!"

"Six-Blade Mountain Collapse and Earth Split!"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

The fourth slash, fifth slash, and sixth slash—each more ferocious and powerful than the last.

The strange thing was, no matter how powerful they became, they couldn’t get near Shen Lang!

They couldn’t even touch the hem of his clothes, let alone land a blow!

Every time, at the most critical moment, he would be kicked back by Shen Lang like a soccer ball.

What was strange to everyone was that Shen Lang seemed to have completely seen through the "Seven Spin Chain," yet each of his counterattacks was measured. He wasn’t directly breaking the technique, but merely repelling Liu Feng to a limited degree.

Shen Lang kicked Liu Feng back again and again, but each time he only inflicted a minor injury and interrupted that single attack, never completely neutralizing Liu Feng’s assault.

The "Seven Spin Chain," as its name implied, was a series of linked slashes, each more powerful than the last.

As long as the hurricane’s rotation wasn’t completely broken, as long as the attack wasn’t crushed from the very beginning, it would become harder and harder to resist!

After the sixth slash was repelled by Shen Lang, Liu Feng, inside the hurricane, seemed to have fallen into a state of blind rage.

’Why is this happening? I don’t understand how this is possible,’ he thought.

He’d never encountered something like this, not even when he used the "Seven Spin Chain" against his own master, who was at the Xuanwu Realm!

But right now, he had no time to think about it. Since the chain of slashes hadn’t been broken, the seventh slash was inevitable!

Once this slash was unleashed, victory and defeat would be decided!

If this slash couldn’t severely injure Shen Lang, then not just him, but no other disciple of this generation in the Outer Sect could possibly pose a threat to Shen Lang...

Among this generation of disciples from the dozens of peaks in the Outer Sect, no one had ever broken the "Seven Spin Chain" with their bare hands and feet.

Never!

If Shen Lang was truly this powerful, then perhaps even the Inner Sect Elite Disciples would be no match for him.

"Seven-Vortex Earth Slash Devouring the Vault of Heaven!"

Liu Feng’s roar rolled through the air like muffled thunder, its echo lingering.

At that moment, a desolate and immense Killing Intent, like that of clashing armies, filled the entire stage. The frantic hurricane finally transformed into an Evil Dragon that roared toward Shen Lang!

And Liu Feng was nowhere to be seen!

It was as if he had become the Evil Dragon himself!

The momentum of this slash was like a thunderbolt, capable of shattering all things!

A violent wind tore across the area. Faced with such might, the surrounding crowd screamed and scrambled backward, afraid of being caught in the blast.

"Vast mountains and rivers under a boundless sky, All Laws Unite First Punch!"

Faced with this incredible power, Shen Lang finally adopted a proper stance for the first time.

His hands began to move slowly. His right palm drew a semicircle in the air before clenching into a fist. He stomped his right foot hard on the ground, shot forward, and punched—right into the neck of the lunging Evil Dragon!

The first move, first form of the Five Emperors Dragon Fist! It fused ten thousand Palm Techniques, Fist Techniques, and Arresting Techniques, containing infinite variations: Wind, Thunder, Earth, and Fire; Mountain Collapse, Earth Split, Tsunami, and Celestial Might... all combined into a surging torrent of Killing Intent!

As Shen Lang’s fist flew, the whistling wind from his punch immediately took on the immense momentum of a sandstorm—harsh, vast, and overwhelming.

BOOM!

A deafening, thunderous sound, like ten thousand horses stampeding, instantly shattered the fully formed Evil Dragon.

Amidst flashing sparks and crisscrossing streams of Powerful Qi, the Evil Dragon completely disintegrated. Liu Feng’s body appeared, was flung high into the air, and crashed into the distant woods!

"Oh no, go save him!"

A group from Blood Spirit Peak rushed over to where Liu Feng had landed.

"The ’Seven Spin Chain.’ So that’s all it is."

Without a glance at the people from Blood Spirit Peak, Shen Lang walked to the edge of the stage.

He looked down indifferently at the stunned Tian Hao and said in a cold voice, "I want to live peacefully on Songdu Peak, but that doesn’t mean I’m afraid of trouble. If you keep provoking me again and again, even if your grandfather is the Grand Elder of Songdu Peak, I have plenty of ways to cripple you."

"So, I’d advise you not to take my words as a joke."

After saying this, Shen Lang turned and strode away under the awe-filled gazes of the crowd.

A gust of wind blew past, and Tian Hao shivered. Only then did he realize he was soaked in a cold sweat.

Shen Lang’s tone had been perfectly calm, devoid of any emotion.

But the threat was unmistakable.

More importantly, Tian Hao knew, with absolute clarity, that Shen Lang wasn’t joking.

’With his level of strength, even with my grandfather’s protection, Shen Lang really does have many ways to deal with me,’ Tian Hao thought.

’And those methods definitely wouldn’t be any less severe than dislocating all my joints and misaligning my spine like before!’

"Damn it, who the hell told me Shen Lang was a piece of trash who couldn’t cultivate? Who told me his aptitude was the worst of anyone in this assessment! Get the hell out here, I swear I won’t beat you to death!"

Humiliated, furious, and terrified, Tian Hao roared.

Nearby, Hua Zheng had been watching everything with rapt attention ever since the duel between Shen Lang and Liu Feng began.

At the start, he had been filled with anger, thinking of rushing up to teach Shen Lang a lesson.

But as he watched, his anger had long since vanished, replaced by a growing fear in his eyes.

By the end, as he watched Shen Lang’s retreating figure, it was like looking at an Ancient Wild Demon Beast...

Tian Hao’s roar finally snapped him back to his senses.

Hua Zheng let out a long sigh and said, "Only today do I finally understand a certain truth... There’s always a sky beyond the sky, always someone better than you. In this world, there truly are those one-in-a-million, breathtaking geniuses. In front of someone like that, I’m afraid neither the ’Seven Spin Chain’ nor the ’Heart-spinning Soul-seizing Technique’ are anything special..."

"Sigh!"

Hua Zheng sighed again, and paying no mind to the stares of the crowd, he slowly walked off into the darkness.

His retreating figure looked desolate and lonely...

"Brother, what the hell happened? I passed out and missed it! Where’s that little bastard who didn’t know what’s good for him?" A waking Yan Qi roared, grabbing Tian Hao by the shoulders and shaking him so hard he nearly made Tian Hao pass out again.

"Fuck! I almost forgot... Right, go build Shen Lang’s house right now! You, go find everyone on Songdu Peak who knows Artifact Refining and construction, find all of them!"

"And all of you, come with me to help! If this isn’t done by tomorrow morning, you’ll all face the consequences!"

After saying this, Tian Hao took off at a full sprint toward Shen Lang’s residence.

The crowd from Songdu Peak shouted their agreement in unison and followed after him, leaving only Yan Qi standing there in a daze.

"Damn it, what the hell happened? You know I’m not that bright, and you’re all saying stuff I don’t get..."