Strongest War Emperor

The people of the Shen Family were secretly alarmed, yet overjoyed at the same time.

The air around Shen Lang distorted as a terrifying barrage of fist shadows filled the sky.

Yet Shen Lang remained as still as a mountain. Just as the incomparably ferocious Fist Gang was about to reach him...

A brilliant light illuminated the sky. A beam of sword light, as if piercing the very heavens, descended from above.

The sky-spanning Fist Gang was torn asunder by the unparalleled sword light, shattering piece by piece.

"To call a Fist Technique of this caliber a ’Divine Fist’ is truly laughable," Shen Lang sneered.

He moved in a flash, darting out like a phantom. The longsword in his hand seemed devoid of any technique, simply pointing straight at Shen Fengkuang’s throat.

"This is impossible!" Shen Fengkuang’s face fell. He jolted his arms, continuously blasting out Fist Gang as he retreated in a hurry.

’To break my Fist Gang in a direct clash, you’d need the cultivation of a master at the Qi Martial Realm Sixth Heaven or higher. Even experts like Shen Fengxiao, at the Qi Martial Realm Fifth Heaven, would have to retreat and use various Body Techniques to evade the strongest killing blow of my Eight Desolates Divine Fist.’

’But Shen Lang tore my Fist Gang to shreds with a single, casual slash of his sword!’

’To do that, either Shen Lang’s cultivation is already at the Qi Martial Realm Sixth Heaven or higher, or he has cultivated his Martial Technique to the absolute limit. Only then could it become formless, moving at will, and instantly shatter the Eight Desolates Divine Fist!’

’But even a master at the Qi Martial Realm Sixth Heaven or above would need to release their Martial Soul to pull this off so perfectly.’

’And yet, Shen Lang hasn’t released a Martial Soul at all!’

’Could it be? Has this sixteen-year-old boy, the one everyone in the Shen Family calls a waste, really cultivated his Martial Technique to the absolute pinnacle?’

The surging Battle Intent in Shen Fengkuang’s heart receded like a tide, leaving only incredulous fear in its wake.

HSSSSSS!

The Fist Gang Shen Fengkuang unleashed as he retreated was torn apart, one after another, by Shen Lang’s longsword. The phantom-like blade, not even glowing with Spirit Light, closed in on Shen Fengkuang’s throat at a heart-stopping speed.

No one could understand the terror of that longsword better than Shen Fengkuang himself. It felt like the blade was motionless, yet no matter how he dodged or retreated, it remained pointed at his throat, drawing ever closer!

POP!

As the final Fist Gang was pierced by Shen Lang’s longsword like a soap bubble, Shen Fengkuang finally froze, completely still.

The longsword was pressed against his throat. A drop of blood trickled down the blade and fell to the ground with a soft *pat*.

GULP... Shen Fengkuang swallowed hard. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead and dripped down his cheeks.

He looked up at the handsome, expressionless face of the young man before him. An irrepressible, bone-deep chill spread from the soles of his feet, making him feel as though he’d been plunged into an ice cellar.

In that instant, Shen Fengkuang felt the presence of death and the overwhelming terror that came with it.

He was certain that if he dared to move even an inch, Shen Lang’s longsword would instantly pierce his throat.

There was absolutely no way to dodge that strike!

"I don’t understand," Shen Fengkuang mumbled, his face contorted in anguish. "I could feel that your power isn’t much greater than mine, and your longsword is just an Ordinary Weapon. Why was my Eight Desolates Divine Fist so utterly powerless against you?"

Everyone in the Martial Arts Arena held their breath, watching the scene unfold. They were all desperate to hear the answer to Shen Fengkuang’s question.

The emotions of the Shen Family members were incredibly complex. They had been eager for Shen Lang to make a move, wanting to get a clear measure of his strength...

But now that he finally had, they found the young man’s power even more unfathomable.

If they had to judge Shen Lang’s strength based on this duel, only one word came to mind: unfathomable!

Of the many people present, not a single one could have accomplished what Shen Lang just did.

Not even the Elders...

Since Shen Lang could corner Shen Fengkuang in a single move, there was no point in the others fighting. Even the highly respected Shen Fengxiao would likely suffer the same fate.

Shen Lang’s swordsmanship was simply too astonishing, too enigmatic!

"Sword Momentum," Shen Lang uttered two words.

The entire arena erupted in an uproar.

Anyone who cultivated the Martial Arts understood what "Momentum" meant. It was the Momentum of heaven and earth. The world has Momentum, Swordsmanship has Momentum, and even Arrays have Momentum...

"Momentum" was the purest form of comprehension of the Martial Arts and the Celestial Dao.

It required an extremely high Cultivation Realm to fully comprehend. Legend had it that one had to reach at least the Xuanwu Realm to even begin to grasp it, to even start to puzzle out the Profound Mysteries of "Momentum."

And yet, the one who had just used "Sword Momentum" to shatter Shen Fengkuang’s strongest attack was a boy of only sixteen!

A boy everyone had written off as a waste!

"I have lost. I am utterly convinced..." Shen Fengkuang’s face was a mask of dejection.

With a flick of his right wrist, Shen Lang sent the longsword flying. It shot out as a streak of light and embedded itself in the ground before a dazed young man, startling him and everyone nearby.

This was the same young man who had been distracted by Shui Qingwu, allowing Shen Lang to take his longsword and kick him off the stage.

"Are you all dissatisfied that I defeated Shen Fengkuang using such means?" Shen Lang said nonchalantly, looking down at Shen Fengxiao and the others.

Shen Fengxiao and the others exchanged glances, their expressions turning grim.

They wouldn’t dare voice any dissatisfaction. For someone to comprehend "Momentum" at such a young age... forget the Purple Chu Country, even across all the Eighteen Snow Countries, such a feat could only be described as the work of a heaven-sent, peerlessly brilliant genius.

Compared to a genius like that, they were no different than pathetic clowns.

’Even if we are truly dissatisfied, would we dare say it aloud?’

Shen Fengkuang had wanted to fight first to expose Shen Lang’s Cultivation Technique and weaknesses for the others to see... That whole plan was now a complete joke.

Against someone like this, even if one of the Elders, whose power far surpassed his, were to fight him, the outcome would likely be the same.

’The person everyone called a waste is actually the greatest genius in the Shen Family... If word of this gets out, the entire Shen Family will...’

Just then, Shen Lang suddenly beckoned to the group below. "I won’t use any Spiritual Artifacts. Just these two fists. I’ll take on all of you so-called geniuses of the Shen Family by myself. Come at me together. It’ll save me some time."

The Martial Arts Arena erupted once again. After defeating Shen Fengkuang, Shen Lang was now challenging all of the Shen Family’s elite disciples by himself!

Keep in mind, besides Shen Fengkuang who was at the Qi Martial Realm Fourth Heaven, there were four masters at the Qi Martial Realm Fifth Heaven in that group below!

"He’s so cool..." Xue Dangdang swooned, her eyes sparkling as she gazed at Shen Lang on the stage.

"That guy... he’s so arrogant..." Shui Qingwu murmured, placing a delicate hand to her lips.