Su Mu's gaze burned with venom as he glared at Cheng Shao Feng. Without batting an eye, he spat out, "Cheng Shao Feng! If you don't kill this young master today, then this young master will never let it go!"
"You're still so foul-mouthed!" Cheng Shao Feng sneered, his lingering guilt now completely overshadowed by rage. Raising the stone high, he slammed it down, intent on ending this once and for all. If the stone landed, Su Mu would either die or be crippled beyond repair.
"Young master Su!" Li Yun Tian and the others cried out helplessly, struggling against the relentless kicks from Storm House disciples. Their bodies ached, and their spirits wavered.
Among the spectators, Hu Mei Er's delicate brows knitted together, her heartbeat quickening. What was once a mere squabble between junior disciples had turned into something far more brutal. If Su Mu truly died here, it would spark an unrelenting war between High Heaven Pavilion and Storm House.
But then—
As they watched the stone slowly approach Su Mu's face, an extremely thin hand suddenly shot forward and blocked the stone's path.
A collective gasp echoed through the area.
The sharp impact reverberated in the air as the force of the blow stopped abruptly. The stone trembled in the grasp of the intruder, a stream of crimson seeping down his fingers. Yet, despite the injury, the hand remained steady.
Yang Kai stood there, his brow uncreased despite the pain. His expression, far from distressed, radiated a thrilling intensity—his dark eyes gleamed with anticipation, a savage light burning within them.
Standing to the side, Hu Mei Er's small mouth was open, her gaze fixated on him in disbelief.
Not knowing why, Hu Mei Er suddenly felt that this person was dangerous.
Cheng Shao Feng narrowed his eyes. "Are you a disciple of High Heaven Pavilion?"
"Yes," Yang Kai replied, his voice calm.
"What's your motive in meddling in other people's business?" Cheng Shao Feng asked coldly, as his men moved to surround Li Yun Tian and the others.
Yang Kai stretched lazily and smirked. "Meddling? Buddy, I'm the protagonist. Ever heard of plot armor?" He waved a hand dramatically. "It's in the script—I swoop in, say something cool, and then conveniently win. You should be honored, really."
Cheng Shao Feng frowned. "What nonsense are you spouting?"
Yang Kai sighed. "Ah, you wouldn't get it. Let's just say I'm the neighborhood watch... with a side hustle in karma redistribution."
Immediately, Cheng Shao Feng bellowed.
"Beat him for me!"
The Storm House disciples rushed forward like wolves, eager to overwhelm the lone figure.
But the moment the first disciple reached Yang Kai, a sudden force exploded from his frail-looking frame.
His palm struck out in a blur, landing directly on the disciple's chest.
A muffled *bang* rang through the air, followed by a strangled scream. The disciple's body flew backward, crashing into his comrades and toppling them like dominoes.
Yang Kai moved like a shadow, weaving through the battlefield with ghostly precision. His hands and feet became weapons sharper than blades, striking at joints, ribs, and throats. Every move was precise, efficient—without waste.
A second disciple lunged at him with a dagger, but before the blade could reach, Yang Kai twisted his body, evading by a hair's breadth. In that split second, he stepped forward, his knee ramming into the disciple's abdomen. A strangled gasp escaped the attacker's lips as he crumpled, clutching his stomach in agony.
Another came from behind.
Without looking back, Yang Kai tilted his head, avoiding the swinging punch. In a single fluid motion, he caught the disciple's wrist and yanked him forward, driving an elbow into his jaw. A sickening *crack* resounded as the disciple collapsed.
Step by step, Yang Kai advanced, his figure growing more terrifying with each movement. His attacks weren't fancy—just raw, overwhelming efficiency. But in the eyes of the spectators, it was something far more frightening.
It was brutal.
It was merciless.
And above all—it was dominant.
Cheng Shao Feng's breathing slowly became ragged. His expression changed as his subordinates fell one after another. He suddenly called out: "You are courting death, so do not blame me!"
With the frenzied Yang Kai in front of him, Cheng Shao Feng could no longer hide his fear. As he tried to pull back his saber, the opponent held on firmly for dear life.
Yang Kai's fingers clenched around the blade's edge, allowing the cold steel to cut into his palm. Blood dripped, but his grip did not waver. Instead, his lips curled into a chilling smirk.
Laughing maliciously, Yang Kai's pair of bloodshot eyes glinted with a bloodthirsty luster as he threw a bloody fist towards Cheng Shao Feng's face.
Frantically, Cheng Shao Feng raised his arm to block while also hastily using his World Qi to assist in his defense.
But Cheng Shao Feng had only just entered the Kai Yuan Stage. How much World Qi did he have within him?
Ruthlessly, Yang Kai's fist smashed into his face, dislodging one of his teeth. His cheek immediately started to swell. The burning sensation that followed felt like boiling water was constantly being poured onto his skin.
*Such tyrannical World Qi!*
Cheng Shao Feng was finally frightened. He discovered that even though he was at the Kai Yuan Stage, the World Qi inside of him could not block this fiery invasion. In mere moments, he was burned into dizziness.
Distracted, Yang Kai's second fist arrived, causing Cheng Shao Feng's mind to become unclear.
A third.
Then a fourth.
Each blow was heavier than the last, shattering his defenses, breaking his will.
Another fist caused his entire body to go limp, his knees buckling. His vision blurred, and before he knew it, he was kneeling before Yang Kai, his head bent with a dazed expression.
Yang Kai took a step back.
Then, with a single decisive motion—
He kicked out.
Cheng Shao Feng's body flew backward like a ragdoll, crashing into the dirt with a heavy *thud*.
Silence.
The remaining Storm House disciples stood frozen. Their leader—the mighty Cheng Shao Feng—had been beaten senseless. The arrogant young master who had once looked down on everyone was now lying motionless, his body twitching.
The dozen or so Storm House disciples who had rushed in with confidence were now groaning on the ground, unable to rise.
The battle had ended in less than ten minutes.
Not a single person could comprehend what had just happened.
The dozens of Storm House disciples, even the Kai Yuan Stage Cheng Shao Feng were completely wiped out!
Turning his head, Yang Kai looked over to Hu Mei Er. Focusing his blood red eyes on her, Hu Mei Er unconsciously shivered.
She had never met such a savage person at only the tempered body stage, after all it was bloody battles that shaped the younger fighters, she had never really experienced such things before....