Supreme Dragon Martial Soul-Chapter 230: Instant Kill, Woman

Neigh—!

Eleven riders charged like the wind, reaching the riverbank in the blink of an eye. They surrounded Luo Cheng with murderous intent, some of their faces cracking into sinister smiles.

"Luo Cheng, we meet again!"

Yuan Kang sat atop his horse, looking down at Luo Cheng from his lofty position.

Luo Cheng turned around, his expression unreadable, a hint of a mocking smile playing at his lips. "I’ve been waiting for you lot for quite some time."

Hearing this, Yuan Kang’s heart skipped a beat.

He had expected Luo Cheng to recoil in panic at the sight of them, but the reality was vastly different.

Those eyes were like a predator locking onto its prey!

However, the thought quickly dissipated.

To ensure success, they had summoned three Inner Sect disciples of the Tongxuan Realm Third Layer — and Mo Yang was even in the Middle Stage of the Third Layer!

With the four of them working together, killing one Luo Cheng should be as easy as turning over a hand!

At this moment, Han Xuan tugged at her reins and stepped forward, staring coldly at Luo Cheng with a mocking sneer.

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Luo Cheng paid no attention to Han Xuan. With a cold expression, he unsheathed his sword, lightly flicking the blade as his chilling voice rang out.

"Anyone who leaves within three breaths may yet keep their life."

The group froze.

Then, they erupted into laughter.

"Hahaha! What did this kid just say? Spare *us*?"

"What an overconfident fool!"

"Facing death and he still dares to act tough!"

"No need to waste words; break his limbs first, cripple his cultivation, and see if he can still stay arrogant!"

The eleven members of the Crown Prince Hall sneered one after another, as if they’d just heard the funniest joke in the world.

A tall young man, about seventeen or eighteen years old, exuded a powerful aura that caused the mist around the river to churn incessantly. He fixated on Luo Cheng and spoke with a faint smile:

"Junior Brother, taking Senior Sister Han Xuan’s wealth was truly improper. I advise you to cooperate and return the goods to avoid inviting misfortune you’ll come to regret..."

This man was Mo Yang; he always found a justification for his actions before making his move.

Of course, even if Luo Cheng handed over the goods, Mo Yang still wouldn’t let him go.

"Three breaths have passed. It appears none of you plan to leave."

Luo Cheng lifted his gaze, his eyes sharp and piercing like steel needles.

Hearing this, Mo Yang’s expression stiffened, his gaze turning icy.

He hadn’t expected Luo Cheng to be so arrogant, treating his words as nothing!

"Junior Brother, since you refuse to comply, don’t blame me then..." Mo Yang sighed, just as he was about to make his move. Suddenly, the hair on his body stood on end.

Swish!

A flash of sword light shot forth, a sharp Sword Qi slicing diagonally toward him.

"Courting death!"

Mo Yang, both startled and furious, hastily retreated while throwing a punch to counter the Sword Qi.

Pfft!

Blood splattered as Mo Yang’s Fist Gang, along with one of his arms, was severed cleanly. The Sword Qi continued its path, piercing through the chest of a Crown Prince Hall disciple behind him.

"What?!"

The onlookers were horrified, their faces twitching and their hearts pounding wildly.

No one had expected Luo Cheng to strike first—let alone seriously injure Mo Yang with a single sword stroke. His overpowering strength sent a chill down everyone’s spines, leaving them paralyzed with fear!

"Die!"

With a single step, Luo Cheng closed in on the gravely injured Mo Yang. His left hand clenched into a fist, delivering a simple yet devastating strike.

"You bastard! I’ll fight you to the death!"

Mo Yang’s eyes turned bloodshot. With a roar, his Essence Energy flared, and he too launched a punch.

BOOM!

With an earth-shattering explosion, Mo Yang’s protective Essence Energy shattered like glass. His body could not withstand the mountainous Fist Power, and half of his body was crushed to pulp, blood splattering everywhere. He died instantly, his corpse reduced to a lump of flesh!

"What! Mo Yang is dead?!"

The disciples of the Crown Prince Hall were dumbfounded, gasping in shock one after another.

Each of them stared at Luo Cheng as if they had seen a ghost!

Mo Yang, a Middle Stage Third Layer Martial Artist, had been killed by just a sword stroke and a punch!

"He’s a monster! Run!"

Someone finally snapped out of it and tried to flee without hesitation.

"Do you think you can escape?"

Luo Cheng sneered. Since he had decided to strike, he had no intention of holding back.

Swish!

His figure blurred and vanished with the wind, reforming into a fleeting shadow as he charged into the crowd.

"Heavenly Fall First Form—Wind Stopping!"

Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish—

Blades of Sword Qi crisscrossed wildly. Four Outer Sect disciples from the Crown Prince Hall, along with their horses, were instantly sliced to pieces!

"A demon... This guy is an absolute demon..." Yuan Kang’s mind shattered as he saw Luo Cheng rushing toward him. He let out a savage roar, screaming:

"There’s no escape! If this man doesn’t die, none of us will make it out alive! Everyone, attack him together!"

"That’s right! Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Backed into a corner, the disciples resolved to fight to the death. They charged at Luo Cheng, unleashing their strongest Ultimate Skills.

BOOM BOOM BOOM!

The murderous intent and Essence Energy clashed and intermingled, whipping up a sandstorm of destruction. The ground beneath cracked open with terrifying fissures!

Luo Cheng sneered coldly. The nine Essence Energy Vortices within his body surged simultaneously, releasing a terrifying aura like a towering mountain, forcing the river mist within ten steps to scatter!

"What?! Why has his aura suddenly surged so much? Could it be that he wasn’t using his full strength earlier? Impossible!"

Yuan Kang’s face twisted in horror. Feeling the deadly pressure, he frantically pushed his Essence Energy to its limits.

"Tribe River!"

Alongside his allies, he unleashed his peak strength. But Luo Cheng punched out with overwhelming power, his Fist Power materializing into the shape of a tripod cauldron, swelling as it advanced.

BOOM!

Yuan Kang and the others’ combined assault was obliterated in an instant.

"Ahh!"

Screams of agony echoed as Yuan Kang and his companions were sent spiraling through the air like broken sacks, crashing onto the ground. Blood spurted from their seven orifices, their internal organs utterly shattered!

In the blink of an eye, only Luo Cheng remained standing by the riverbank, alongside Han Xuan, who sat frozen on her horse.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, her thoughts blank. Her lips trembled as though unable to process what had just taken place.

Four Third Layer Martial Artists, six Second Layer Martial Artists—

All of them had been annihilated in the blink of an eye!

A First Layer Martial Artist, possessing such horrifying power!

Beyond his strength, Luo Cheng’s ruthlessness left her shaking uncontrollably!

Luo Cheng turned his gaze toward her.

Meeting his eyes, Han Xuan’s face grew deathly pale. She slid off her horse in terror, mustering her courage and stammering:

"L-Luo Cheng, you... you can’t kill me! I am the third miss of the Imperial City’s Han Family! My brother, Han Qianlin, is an Inner Sect disciple and an Awakening Vein Realm expert! If you kill me, you’re doomed!"

Han Xuan’s voice was hurried, her jade-like face and lithe figure matching her trembling, pitiable posture. Her graceful waist and long legs made her all the more alluring, evoking sympathy in her helplessness.

"Spare me, and I’ll forget everything that’s happened. We can even be friends..." Han Xuan softened her tone upon seeing Luo Cheng hesitate, her bright eyes gleaming with hidden delight—

Men were all the same! But since you’ve crossed me, Han Xuan, don’t think for a second you’ll escape unscathed!

The moment I return to the Xuanyuan Sect, I’ll make sure you beg for death to atone for today’s humiliation!

Han Xuan’s face blossomed into a lovely smile, though her heart brimmed with malice.

Splurt!

Before she could finish, cold steel flashed.

A single Sword Qi severed her head from her body, blood spraying over a meter high!