Of course, Wen Ping didn’t come out of the side room on his own, nor was he called from outside. Instead, Huaikong directly punched him out. The chair shattered, and two small grooves appeared on the floor as the best evidence.
After throwing the punch, Huaikong had no intention of stopping. He charged outside the door, his fists stirring the wind.
Huaikong, Hall Master of the Law Enforcement Hall, second only to the Sect Leader in the Kao Shan Sect. He has spent over ten years in the Body Refining Thirteenth Layer, mastering as many as ten martial arts, all cultivated to the peak level.
The punch earlier was just a casual move, but now as he pursued, his steps transformed into peak level footwork.
In the blink of an eye, he reached Wen Ping, immediately seizing one of his hands that had just steadied.
The faces of the people in the side room turned a bit unsightly. Fighting at this moment was really inappropriate. But they all knew that Wen Ping had pushed Huaikong of the Kao Shan Sect to the brink.
Because Yu Mo was near death and undergoing treatment, they didn’t intervene in the fight, as long as it didn’t spill inwards, it didn’t matter.
Then, as for Wen Ping, once Huaikong seized one of his hands, he immediately lifted a foot and kicked toward Huaikong.
Though the kick didn’t shake Huaikong, it did make him let go of Wen Ping’s arm.
Following that, Wen Ping quickly retreated a dozen steps, arriving next to Yun Liao, delivering a message, "Elder Hua, sneak attacking me with Body Refining Thirteenth Layer, you’re impressive! Yun Liao, help me cripple him."
Yun Liao flashed a faint smile, his face like a jade scholar’s, now carrying a sharp momentum.
Perhaps when a person kills, others can’t see it due to appearances, but the eyes change after killing, and those who’ve killed many have even more distinct eyes.
That’s Yun Liao now; of course, his eyes lack the killer’s ferocity and sharpness, instead they carry a fervor.
"Come on, Elder Hua."
"So, you are the Guardian of the Immortal Sect, Body Refining Thirteenth Layer. No wonder Wen Ping dared come to the Yang residence."
Yun Liao didn’t understand Huaikong’s words but didn’t ask. He planned to use his fists to convey that here, even if the Kao Shan Sect were a dragon, they’d have to lie low. The Immortal Sect must not be insulted!
The Gentle Breeze Step advanced.
In no time he reached Huaikong’s face, fiercely side-kicking him, then leaped up, executing a 360° spin, crashing another kick down. Huaikong merely used his hands to brace!
Huaikong smirked seeing this, but the smile abruptly halted.
"Nothing more than this..."
Half of Huaikong’s body was still driven into the ground, piercing through the inch-thick bluestone slab, utterly terrifying!
Yun Liao immediately gathered Qi, enveloping his shoe tip, aiming it toward Huaikong’s chest, then casually remarked, "Is this the power of a Kao Shan Sect Elder? If so, I’m truly disappointed."
Huaikong shielded Yun Liao’s kick with both hands on his chest, yet the immense force still made him shudder.
Warmth surged in his mouth!
Upon opening his mouth, blood instantly seeped from the corner.
Huaikong wiped it with his right thumb, the fury on his face surpassing earlier, yelling, "I didn’t want to use full power, but since you’re so brazen, I won’t hold back!"
The martial art of his lifetime, closest to the Vein Technique, reached its peak over five years ago.
If he had something tucked away, this martial art was it. When activated, it’s as nimble as a monkey, yet its power can become as colossal as a giant ape, merging the two.
This secured his position as Elder of the Law Enforcement Hall for these years!
Huaikong burst out, then propelled himself rapidly forward, but not headfirst, rather by his feet!
His speed was so fast that observers only felt a wind carrying a black shadow across, faster than Yang Hua on the day he fled.
But as the kick swung out, Yun Liao sidestepped to dodge.
Though slightly surprised, Huaikong’s move had a contingency, which was an immediate aerial rotation for a sweep, altering his body’s motion trajectory mid-air, as if there was a stepping board on air.
The feet, like windmills, smashed toward Yun Liao hiding to the side.
Huaikong steadied himself afterward, standing two meters away, disdain all over his face, "Daring to underestimate me with such power, truly fearless like a newborn calf before a tiger!"
At this moment, the wind blew, scattering the dust.
A one-meter-wide pit emerged on the ground, likely the product of Huaikong’s recent foot smash. The bluestone slabs covering the dirt shattered like tiles across the ground.
Yet, Yun Liao stood unscathed beside the pit.
"Is this what you call speed?" Yun Liao chuckled, Huaikong’s speed paled compared to a laser beam, even in the Gravity Field he could dodge it.
"Your speed is too slow."
Huaikong was about to speak when a sudden darkness enveloped him; Yun Liao had appeared before him.
Face-to-face, staring him down.
Huaikong’s words were cut short as his abdomen took four or five punches, perhaps seven or eight, in any case too fast to count.
Surpassing Body Refining Thirteenth Layer’s speed.
This speed, Huaikong had seen only in his sect leader, beyond that, nowhere else.
Could the one before him be at the Invincible Level, Thirteenth Layer Realm?
Kneeling on one foot, Huaikong coughed heavily twice, enduring the pain to stand again.
But his thoughts were no longer about continuing the fight, but escape; he knew nothing of Yun Liao, whose speed and power were evidently stronger. Continuing would likely lead to his downfall here.
He certainly wouldn’t die, but his lifelong reputation would be ruined, while this man would step over him to bring the Immortal Sect back into everyone’s view.
Suddenly, Huaikong threw something to the ground, a glaring white light flashed, he had vanished into the backyard.
Leaving five words on the ground.
The mountains and waters will always meet!
"Escape without a fight, coward." Yun Liao didn’t pursue, just muttered indifferently.
"Enough with the posturing after the fight. Let’s go, we’ll expose that old shameless fellow’s true face."
Wen Ping turned, stepping into the side room.
Yang Zongxian and others immediately looked over, seeing the two unharmed, their eyes landed on the two’s backs.
Huaikong inquired, "Have you settled?"
Wen Ping chuckled helplessly, saying, "Sorry, Elder Demon Chef, it was him who insisted on fighting me."
"Ran, coughed up two mouthfuls of blood and disappeared."
Wen Ping replied calmly, his gaze directed toward Elder Rong still performing acupuncture, needles ever-increasing, more and more like!
Though Wen Ping’s answer was nonchalant, to Yang Zongxian it rang like thunder.
The Hall Master of the Law Enforcement Hall, second in the Kao Shan Sect.
Not only defeated here, but fled in panic, who on earth is Elder Yun, with such formidable strength?
Before the Immortal Sect’s decline, they surely didn’t have two Elders this powerful?
Seems the rise of the Immortal Sect is inevitable, the Kao Shan Sect leveraging this might still not dominate Cangwu City.
At this moment, Wen Ping walked up to Elder Rong, casually saying, "Old man, your backing ran off, you’re a Body Refinement Fifth Layer; are you sure you want to keep pretending?"
"He’s himself, I’m myself, I’ll save to the end."
"Still putting on a show, if so, I won’t give you any face. You probably don’t know what’s ’Screaming Snake’, right?"
"Why should I tell you."
"You truly don’t know, otherwise you wouldn’t use silver needles. Screaming Snake Demon Poison possesses strong corrosive nature, demon nature, capable of corroding any mundane object. Gold, silver, copper, iron, all can be corroded by a drop of its poison. You didn’t know this, did you?"
"Elder Huaikong, what do you think?" Wen Ping suddenly looked at Huaikong, then took a few steps back.
Huaikong immediately picked up a silver needle, disregarding everything, walking to Yu Mo, then inserted it into his arm.
Elder Rong failed to stop him; the silver needle had entered the body.
Upon withdrawal, the part that entered the body was gone, as if bitten off by something.