On the other side.
The martial artist who was sent flying by Chen Jiuyang's finger rushed to his family's stronghold and shouted, "Patriarch, something big has happened, we are in trouble."
This stronghold had dozens of luxuriously decorated RVs, each worth millions and possessing off-road capabilities. Having such RVs within the Qinling Mountains made everything from eating and drinking to living and resting extremely convenient.
There were nearly a hundred people in the stronghold. Some were studying maps, while others were operating drones to search for the monk Puhui.
Everyone was performing their duties, appearing to be elites and extraordinary individuals.
After the martial artist's loud shout, a middle-aged man in martial robes slowly emerged from an RV, his brow furrowed, and his voice steady: "What's all the fuss about? Speak clearly."
Seeing his family's formidable strength and sophisticated equipment, the martial artist felt a sense of security. He took a deep breath and then reported the matter:
"Patriarch, the monk Puhui has requested reinforcements. Our outer patrol points have been completely annihilated."
"Hmm? The monk Puhui requested reinforcements? How many people?" the middle-aged man in martial robes asked calmly.
The martial artist reported: "One person."
"One person?" The middle-aged man in martial robes sneered: "This monk Puhui has lost his mind. He only requests one person as reinforcement. But so be it. You dare to provoke my Lingnan Zhao family. Go gather some men and kill that person."
The martial artist's face turned pale: "Patriarch, the reinforcement requested by the monk Puhui claims to be the young master of the Shu Mountain Chen family, Xuan Yang Marquis Chen Jiuyang of Feng Province. This person is extremely powerful. We couldn't even withstand one of his moves."
"Young master of the Shu Mountain Chen family? Xuan Yang Marquis of Feng Province? A Grandmaster of the Earth Realm?" Zhao Libai's eyes revealed confusion. "When did this monk Puhui get involved with such a person? Never mind, it doesn't matter. Lead the way, I will personally accompany you to kill this person."
"The aristocratic families are indeed arrogant, demanding to kill this Marquis Xuan Yang, who was enfeoffed by Long Country, with a single sentence."
"Forget it, you don't need to go. I will deliver the person to you myself and see if you can kill me."
A distant, indifferent, and ethereal voice echoed.
Following that, a figure slowly appeared. Behind him were nineteen Zhao family martial artists, each wearing wooden shackles, their heads hanging low, following Chen Jiuyang.
Zhao Libai's expression darkened: "Marquis Xuan Yang, you have great audacity to attack my Lingnan Zhao family's people, and to dare interfere with the thirty-six families' encirclement and suppression of the monk Puhui. Since you have come to seek death, I will fulfill your wish."
As his voice fell, Zhao Libai's body erupted with a powerful true qi aura. He flashed forward and attacked Chen Jiuyang.
"Lion's Fist!"
Zhao Libai roared, and his divine intent technique surged. A phantom image of a golden lion emerged from his fist, carrying a chilling killing intent as it lunged towards Chen Jiuyang.
Seeing this punch, Chen Jiuyang's eyes lit up: "Good!"
Although these aristocratic families were like tumors to Long Country, their martial arts attainments were more profound than those of ordinary enfeoffed Grandmasters.
Chen Jiuyang did not draw his saber. He moved forward and threw a punch in return.
"Rumble!!"
The sound of true qi explosion rang out, stirring up a terrifying heatwave that blew away the moist soil on the ground.
"This Marquis Xuan Yang's strength is somewhat terrifying!"
After one punch, Zhao Libai had not harmed Chen Jiuyang, and his heart was shaken. The punch he had just thrown was a divine intent technique, yet Chen Jiuyang had simply met it with a plain punch, and Chen Jiuyang remained unharmed.
What did this mean?
Zhao Libai's heart sank, and he said coldly: "A person who can be enfeoffed at such a young age indeed has some strength. But even so, daring to oppose us is a dead end."
Chen Jiuyang said indifferently: "I fear you have spoken in reverse. I entered the Qinling Mountains to temper my martial arts, and your aristocratic families attacked me on sight."
"Old man, do you know that attacking a Long Country enfeoffed Marquis without reason is illegal? Do you still have any law in your eyes?"
"Hahahaha, law?" Zhao Libai laughed heartily, a fierce look in his eyes: "The one with the biggest fist speaks the law. The weak have no right to talk about this."
"As expected, your aristocratic families are born with rebellious bones." Chen Jiuyang's eyes flashed with coldness: "Since you show no remorse, I will send you on your way."
"Little brat, if you want my life, you must have the strength for it!" Zhao Libai's expression turned ferocious, his aura becoming violent, and a more powerful divine intent technique was brewing.
"Tiger Devour!"
A ferocious tiger phantom image appeared behind him, opening its massive maw and lunging towards Chen Jiuyang.
With this move, although Zhao Libai's cultivation had not reached the peak of the sixth layer of the Earth Realm in divine intent, he could unleash a divine intent technique close to its peak. Among ordinary Grandmasters of the Earth Realm, this was enough to make him proud and be called a master. However, before Chen Jiuyang, it was—
Not enough to impress!
"Too weak."
Chen Jiuyang's indifferent voice sounded. He looked at Zhao Libai with a hint of pity. The weak do not know their own weakness, yet they believe themselves to be strong?
If all the martial artists in Long Country were like this, it would truly be a tragedy for the martial arts world.
Chen Jiuyang threw out an ordinary punch, his qi and blood slightly stirred, and he effortlessly destroyed this divine intent technique.
"This is impossible!" Zhao Libai exclaimed in disbelief.
Immediately after, Chen Jiuyang moved. In an instant, his figure flashed, appearing before Zhao Libai, and then he punched Zhao Libai's head again.
"Boom!"
A dull thud sounded, and Zhao Libai's head was directly punched into his chest by Chen Jiuyang.
"Ch—"
A trace of blood flowed from Zhao Libai's body, and then his headless corpse fell to the ground.
The latter said indifferently: "Nothing is impossible."
"Whoosh!"
"The Patriarch is dead!"
"Flee!"
The Zhao family's encampment, which had been relatively quiet and orderly, descended into chaos. People scattered like birds and beasts.
Chen Jiuyang had killed Zhao Libai with a single punch, even smashing his head into his chest. How brutal was this method of killing!
It directly shattered the courage of many Zhao family members, who fled in all directions.
Only a few martial artists remained, their faces contorted with ferocity, charging towards Chen Jiuyang: "You dare to kill our Patriarch, die!"
Chen Jiuyang glanced at them coldly: "Overestimating yourselves."
Then, he lightly raised a hand and pressed down on them from a distance.
"Ch—"
These remaining dozen or so martial artists were instantly forced into the ground by Chen Jiuyang's powerful qi and blood aura, their leg bones shattering, letting out piercing screams.
The martial artist who had run to report to Zhao Libai turned pale, sweat dripping down his face as he looked at Chen Jiuyang. Seeing Chen Jiuyang's gaze turn towards him, he immediately knelt and begged for mercy: "Lord Marquis Xuan Yang, I confess my guilt and acknowledge my mistake. I am willing to accept the judgment and trial of the Six Doors law."
"..." Chen Jiuyang.
After a moment of silence, his calm voice sounded: "In that case, it is not bad."