Supreme Dragon Martial Soul-Chapter 232: Eldest Senior Sister Yan Qingshuang!

"Get lost!"

A fist force akin to a towering mountain surged forward as Luo Cheng launched his punch. The air itself trembled, giving those present the illusion of an unsteady footing!

In the next moment.

With a deafening boom, the descending handprint was instantly shattered into oblivion.

The young man in green, who had initiated the attack, didn’t even have time to react before being blasted away by the immense force of the punch. Mid-air, he spewed a mouthful of fresh blood and tumbled over ten meters before crashing to the ground.

In Linjiang City, killing was strictly forbidden. With that punch, Luo Cheng had only used less than thirty percent of his strength.

"Defeating a Tongxuan Realm Second Layer early-stage martial artist with a single punch? How is he this powerful...? Wait, was that Fist Gang just now? He’s already at Tongxuan Realm First Layer!"

Witnessing Luo Cheng knock the green-robed youth flying with one punch, even the usually serene Ji Rou was deeply shaken, her face revealing utter shock.

Guo Qing was equally astonished:

"Back when we went on missions together, he was only at the Fifth Layer of the Transcendence Realm and his cultivation was below mine! In just over half a month, he’s broken through to the Tongxuan Realm! This is unbelievable!" frёewebηovel.cѳm

Currently, Ji Rou was at the late stage of the Sixth Layer of Transcendence Realm.

Guo Qing, with her higher cultivation, had already begun refining Essence Energy in preparation to ascend to the Tongxuan Realm.

Because of this, Guo Qing knew all too well how arduous breaking through to the Tongxuan Realm could be.

By her estimation, the process of refining Essence Energy alone would take her at least one to two months!

As for advancing into the Tongxuan Realm, that goal seemed so distant she hadn’t even dared to entertain the thought.

"Junior Brother Li!"

"Brat, how dare you attack and injure someone!"

Seeing their companion gravely injured with a single punch, the remaining disciples of the Fierce Cloud Sect were furious. Staring at Luo Cheng, their intent to kill burned fiercely.

All around, the crowd’s gaze was similarly fixated on Luo Cheng.

"This Xuanyuan Sect outer disciple is surprisingly powerful. At just the Peak of Tongxuan Realm First Layer, he managed to take down an early-stage martial artist of the Tongxuan Realm Second Layer with a single punch! I wonder who he is."

"He’s just reckless! A mere Tongxuan Realm First Layer martial artist acting so brazenly? Chen Gong is one of the top hundred outer disciples of the Fierce Cloud Sect—do you think he’ll let this slide?"

"Indeed, the Fierce Cloud Sect and Xuanyuan Sect have always been at odds! Chen Gong will definitely seize this opportunity to escalate matters. This kid is either going to die or lose a layer of skin today!"

The spectators moved back slightly, eager to watch how the scene would unfold.

At that moment, Chen Gong descended from the inn’s staircase.

The green-robed youth, struggling to his feet, glared daggers at Luo Cheng and snarled venomously, "Senior Brother Chen Gong, avenge me now!"

His injuries were severe, and as he spoke, blood continuously trickled from his mouth, presenting a pitiful sight.

Chen Gong let out a cold snort of disdain: "To be defeated by a mere Tongxuan Realm First Layer Peak martial artist—what an embarrassment to our Fierce Cloud Sect!"

The green-robed youth’s expression froze, and he stammered awkwardly, "I... I didn’t expect him to be so strong. I was caught off guard..."

"Enough."

Chen Gong waved him off, then turned his gaze to Luo Cheng, speaking indifferently:

"Brat, you’ve injured my junior brother. Do you know your crime?"

Luo Cheng’s expression remained unchanged as he replied, "He struck first, but his skills were inferior, leading to his injury. How is that my fault? If there is a crime, it’s that he was too weak to match his arrogance!"

"Oh?"

Chen Gong’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing within them.

Luo Cheng’s attitude had ignited his true fury!

Since when could a mere Tongxuan Realm First Layer martial artist shout and act fearlessly in front of him?

"Quite the bold tongue! But we’ll see if your strength matches your words! Kneel before me!"

Boom!

Chen Gong stomped heavily forward as he spoke.

Under his footstep, it felt as if a whirlwind had burst forth, unleashing ferocious Essence Energy that swept toward Luo Cheng like an overwhelming tidal wave. The entire street was engulfed in a sudden gale.

Luo Cheng’s robes flapped vehemently in the wind, yet his figure stood firm like an ancient rock along the riverbank—unmovable despite the raging storm!

Seeing this, Chen Gong’s brows furrowed, and his gaze grew colder.

"Luo Cheng, be careful!"

Witnessing Chen Gong’s aggressive move, Guo Qing was startled.

Chen Gong, being a Tongxuan Realm Third Layer martial artist who had opened the Divine Power Heavenly Gate, radiated an aura so oppressive that even Guo Qing found it hard to withstand!

Fearing Chen Gong might deliver a fatal blow, Guo Qing quickly stepped forward to caution:

"Chen Gong, private duels are prohibited in Linjiang City!"

Chen Gong snorted disdainfully and glanced at Luo Cheng. In a condescending tone, he responded:

"This man injured my junior brother. If I don’t seek justice for him, what will become of the Fierce Cloud Sect’s reputation? Relax. I won’t kill him today—I’ll merely shatter his arms and legs as a warning to others!"

Chen Gong prepared to strike.

Suddenly, a Fierce Cloud Sect disciple approached and whispered something into his ear.

"What?!"

Upon hearing the words, Chen Gong’s expression darkened. His gaze locked onto Luo Cheng, now filled with murderous intent:

"You’re Luo Cheng? You’re the one who killed Jiang Xinglie!"

Jiang Xinglie, known for awakening a Nine-star Martial Soul, had garnered a notable reputation among the Fierce Cloud Sect’s outer disciples. His death at the Xuanyuan Sect had caused quite a stir within the Fierce Cloud Sect’s outer ranks.

Many Fierce Cloud Sect disciples had caught wind of this, and the name "Luo Cheng" was etched into their memories.

As Chen Gong uttered those words, a ripple of astonishment swept through the crowd. Every gaze in the area fixated on Luo Cheng.

"So he’s Luo Cheng! The Xuanyuan Sect disciple who killed Jiang Xinglie! He looks so young!"

"Not only did he slay Jiang Xinglie, but I also heard rumors that—just days ago—he singlehandedly crushed every Tongxuan Realm Third Layer disciple in Xuanyuan Sect’s Outer Prince Hall!"

"Indeed. I’ve heard the same thing. And to think he’s merely at Tongxuan Realm First Layer—it’s incredible! What a pity that he awakened a Wasted Martial Soul. If not, Xuanyuan Sect would undoubtedly have another peerless prodigy rising to fame!"

Linjiang City was situated near the Xuanyuan Sect, and word of Luo Cheng’s battle against Yan Qi had spread far and wide.

"Yes, I am Luo Cheng."

Luo Cheng chose not to deny it.

This sort of matter couldn’t be hidden anyway.

"Good!"

Chen Gong glared at Luo Cheng, his bloodlust boiling over, "Then I have all the more reason to destroy you today!"

Guo Qing, seeing the situation spiral further out of control, grew anxious. A sheen of cold sweat formed in her palms as she hastily exclaimed:

"Chen Gong, Luo Cheng is a close friend of our Senior Sister Yan Qingshuang! You’d best know your limits!"

At this stage, she could only invoke Yan Qingshuang’s name in hopes that it would deter him.

But Chen Gong’s expression remained indifferent, and he sneered: "Even if Yan Qingshuang were here, so what? Today, no one can save him!"

As Chen Gong spoke, a surge of Essence Energy erupted from his body, and with a swipe of his claw, he attacked Luo Cheng.

Whoosh!

The boundless Essence Energy condensed into a massive cyan claw in midair. The claw tore through the air, unleashing a piercing whistle that sent shivers down everyone’s spine!

"Move!"

Luo Cheng pushed Guo Qing aside, a longsword appearing in his hand as his eyes sharpened, readying himself to counterattack.

At that moment.

Whoosh!

A biting cold wind suddenly swept through the street, making everyone shiver involuntarily.

Luo Cheng’s instincts flared, and he immediately pulled Guo Qing back, retreating several steps.

In the next instant.

Shhhhk!

A radiant Sword Qi, as brilliant as ice crystals and stretching several meters long, descended from the sky.

With a resounding boom, the cyan claw was obliterated, scattering shards of icy cold intent across the street. The bone-chilling aura forced Chen Gong to stagger back repeatedly, his expression shifting drastically as he looked toward the end of the street.

The crowd parted, revealing the arrival of a woman.

She wore pure white robes. Her figure was graceful, her brows lightly arched, and her hair, like cascading waterfalls, was tied behind her. On her back rested a cyan longsword. Her clear, cold gaze carried a hidden sharpness, making it difficult for others to meet her eyes directly.

Upon seeing the woman, Chen Gong’s pupils contracted, and through gritted teeth, he hissed three words:

"Yan Qingshuang!"