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Chapter 129: Zong Shi Clash!
In Cang County, the Wei Family estate.
Once a place of supreme authority, where all bowed in reverence, the estate now lay in utter chaos—bloodstained and desolate. Corpses littered the ground, lifeless and still. Just a quarter-hour ago, these men had been roaring with vitality, their qi surging, their spirits unyielding.
In the vast courtyard at the front of the estate, two forces stood locked in a tense standoff.
The burly warrior stared impassively at the scene before him. Among the fallen were his own men—and members of the Wei Family’s Yin Yue Wei. The casualties left behind from their first brutal clash upon breaking in.
The Wei Family’s Yin Yue Formation truly lived up to its reputation. Despite the fact that his men collectively possessed stronger cultivation levels than the opposing Yin Yue Wei, the battle had still proven costly for his side—more of his warriors lay dead.
“Wei Xinghe,” the burly warrior murmured, admiration lacing his voice despite their enmity, “you’ve earned your fame. The Wei Family’s Yin Yue Formation is as formidable as legend claims.”
Even as an enemy, he could not deny the brilliance of the formation. With merely a few warriors, they formed a seamless unit—qi threads connecting them, movements in perfect harmony, as if one being. Together, they could challenge even opponents of a full cultivation tier above them. Such a refined battle formation—where had the Wei Family even obtained it? Even the Tian Cang Sect, with its vast resources, possessed nothing comparable.
“Overpraised,” Wei Xinghe replied coolly, his gaze fixed on the fallen. “A mere tactical trick—nothing worthy of a Zong Shi of your caliber, one whose inner dantian is perfectly refined.”
A flicker of sorrow passed through his eyes. The Yin Yue Wei were precious—each one carefully chosen, many of them handpicked by him since childhood. Watching them fall now, their lives extinguished, tore at his heart.
“But even if your Yin Yue Formation is formidable,” the burly warrior pressed, “it cannot withstand our numbers. Will you truly let your estate be razed to the ground? Watch as every living thing within it is wiped out?”
“If you hand over the treasure,” he added, “I promise to withdraw my forces immediately. We’ll leave Cang County—no harm will come to the Wei Family.”
“Do you take me for a child of three?” Wei Xinghe sneered. “Would I trust the words of a man who led a horde of thugs into my home, slaughtering my people?”
A sigh escaped the burly warrior. “Then it’s a pity.”
He truly hadn’t wanted this. If possible, he would have avoided a bloodbath. Most of the men under his command were from the outer factions of the Tian Cang Sect. Even if their Master was a sect elder, heavy losses would still bring scrutiny—and consequences.
Now, there was no turning back.
He bowed slightly to a ruddy-faced elder behind him. “Zhao Xiansheng, I ask for your assistance.”
The elder exhaled, shaking his head. “Why must this come to violence?”
He stepped forward. “Fear not. I shall hold the Wei Family Head here. Once you break their formation, we’ll finish him together.”
Wei Xinghe’s heart dropped when he saw the elder step forth.
The man’s qi was unmistakable—another Nei Fu Jing Wan Man-level Zong Shi, on par with him in cultivation.
He had expected this. He knew the enemy would not come unprepared. But seeing the elder step forward, his resolve wavered for the first time.
Yet there was no retreat. Only one path remained—meet force with force, defend as best as he could.
“Wei Family Head,” the elder said plainly, “let us exchange a few moves.”
No further words were spoken. With a flicker of motion, the elder vanished—reappearing instantly before Wei Xinghe, his palm descending lightly, almost casually.
But Wei Xinghe felt an instinctive, chilling danger. He raised his arm, blocking instinctively.
Boom!
The impact was thunderous. Though Wei Xinghe’s block seemed slow, sluggish, the moment their arms met, a violent shockwave exploded outward.
The stone slabs beneath their feet cracked and shattered, splintering outward in all directions. The entire courtyard trembled—shaking violently, as if the earth itself recoiled.
The surrounding warriors stared in horror.
Two Nei Fu Jing Wan Man-level Zong Shi—just their first clash had unleashed such terrifying power.
The might of a Zong Shi—terrifying indeed.
“Fierce Mian Zhang,” Wei Xinghe stepped back, breathing heavily, his voice low. “Your technique is impressive.”
“Your fists are no less formidable,” the elder replied, equally impressed.
Wei Xinghe’s expression hardened. That first exchange had confirmed it—this man was his equal in strength. To survive, he would have to give everything.
“A Hai,” he called out, “the rest is yours.”
“Yes, Master,” replied the silver-armored Wei Da Zong Guan, standing behind him.
“Then let Wei Xinghe test your skill once more!”
This time, Wei Xinghe struck first.
With the stride of a dragon, the gait of a tiger, he surged forward—closing the distance in an instant, like a coiled serpent bursting from its den. His fist shot forward, a thunderclap in the air.
Wind roared in its wake. Even before the blow struck, the sheer force of the wind tore at the elder’s robes, making them snap and crackle.
The elder merely smiled.
His hands moved—light, delicate, like silken threads—but in truth, they were like the chains of a trapped dragon, coiling around Wei Xinghe’s arm, aiming to crush it.
Wei Xinghe saw the trap. But he did not flinch. His blood roared, his qi surged, and he drove his fist straight toward the elder’s chest.
Boom!
The clash sent another shockwave rippling across the courtyard. The two Zong Shi had already exchanged over a dozen moves—each impact shaking the ground, each clash a storm in miniature.
The onlookers could only gape in stunned silence.
Only one man remained calm—another Nei Fu Jing Wan Man-level warrior, the burly leader.
“Enough staring!” he barked coldly. “Move forward—break the Yin Yue Formation!”
His voice cut through the tension like a blade. His subordinates flinched.
“Yes, Sir!”
With a roar, the burly warrior charged forward, sword raised, slashing through the air with a thunderous whoosh.
His men followed without hesitation, surging forward in a wave.
But every one of them carefully skirted the battle zone between Wei Xinghe and the elder—this was no battlefield for lesser warriors. The mere wind of a Zong Shi’s strike could shred them to pieces.
"Form the formation!" the silver-armored Wei Da Zong Guan barked, his eyes sharp as steel.
With a lance in hand, he lunged forward like a coiled serpent, the weapon streaking toward the charging warrior.
Behind him, the Yin Yue Wei shifted into a complex, harmonious formation—qi threads weaving through them, connecting to the commander.
“Feng Lei Dao—Break!” the burly warrior roared, blood surging, his face grim. The War Blade carved through the air with a thunderous roar, slicing forward like a storm-wielding god.
(End of Chapter)
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