Chapter 140 Xiang Wentian

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"Five against one, and you still chased me like a ghost for three days and three nights. You really are a bunch of loyal dogs," he sneered.

Shi Potian stood atop the city wall, intending to leave quietly and avoid trouble. However, the six men fought relentlessly, their swords flashing and each move deadly, eventually making their way up to the city wall. Although Xiang Wentian was highly skilled in martial arts, fighting five against one was proving difficult, and he sustained several more wounds.

Among the five men in black, the leader was thin and possessed a chilling aura. He thrust out a palm and shouted, "Xiang Wentian, you're cornered! Surrender now!"

Xiang Wentian dodged to the side, and the black iron chain lashed towards Bao Dachu's head. He laughed, "Bao Dachu, you five couldn't subdue me for three days and three nights, and you still want me to surrender? You're dreaming. Do you think you're Tong Baixiong?"

It turned out that the old man was none other than Bao Dachu, an elder of the Sun Moon Divine Sect.

Behind him, an old man wielded a pair of judge's pens, their tips gleaming with a faint blue light. He seized the opportunity and swiftly thrust at Xiang Wentian's waist, shouting, "Xiang Wentian, how much blood do you have left to bleed?"

"Qin Weibang, I, Xiang Wentian, am nicknamed 'Heavenly King,' and I have an endless supply of blood! If you have the guts, bring it on and let's see who dies first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the iron chain suddenly turned and slammed down towards Qin Weibang's head with a whoosh. Qin Weibang hurriedly raised his pen to parry, but another old man wielding a thick-backed ghost-head saber followed up with a fierce and swift slash.

Xiang Wentian had no choice but to fight and retreat, taking advantage of the narrow space on the city wall and the fact that the five opponents could not make their moves, he barely managed to hold on and gradually retreated to the vicinity of Shi Potian.

The six men stormed the city wall, the clanging of their weapons growing increasingly jarring. Shi Potian frowned and said, "Stop fighting."

He had been hiding in the shadows of the city wall, completely unnoticed by the six men. Upon hearing this, all six were startled and immediately stopped what they were doing.

Bao Dachu forced Xiang Wentian back with a palm strike, and upon closer inspection, saw that it was a handsome young man. He immediately relaxed and sneered, "Where did this wild brat come from? If you don't want to die, get lost when the Sun Moon Divine Cult is on a mission!"

Xiang Wentian glanced at Shi Potian and was somewhat surprised to see that he was only eighteen or nineteen years old, dressed plainly, yet stood fearlessly on the city wall amidst the fierce battle. What was even stranger was that he hadn't noticed Shi Potian's presence at all, which must have been due to the exhaustion from days of fighting.

As he swung his iron chain to parry, he shouted, "Kid, this is none of your business. Don't get yourself into trouble!"

The two men had the same thought: This kid is ignorant and dares to meddle in the affairs of the Sun Moon Cult; he's practically courting death.

Nobody paid him any attention.

Shi Potian, however, did not leave.

The next moment, the five attacked even more fiercely, and the six of them were entangled in battle again. Xiang Wentian's iron chains flew as he fought against the five, but he gradually fell into a disadvantageous position. He was secretly anxious and looked towards the outside of the city, planning to jump over the city walls and break through the siege.

In the midst of the fierce battle, a man in black swept his spear horizontally, forcing Wentian to take another step back, now standing beside Shi Potian. The spear was long and powerful, and this sweeping attack also enveloped Shi Potian.

Everyone else thought that the boy would definitely avoid him at all costs.

But then Shi Potian casually raised his hand and slapped the gun barrel with a palm strike.

With a muffled "hum," the man in black's hand trembled violently, and the spear instantly ended up in Shi Potian's hand.

The man in black stood there, stunned, not yet realizing what had happened.

In that instant, a fierce glint flashed in Xiang Wentian's eyes, and he immediately seized the opportunity. The iron chain, like a venomous dragon emerging from its cave, aimed straight for the throat of the man in black, intending to kill one of them first, and then launch a counterattack to carve a bloody path.

Shi Potian frowned slightly, turned his body slightly to the side, and gently touched the iron chain with his hand.

With a muffled thud, the heavy iron chain, carrying a sharp gust of wind, instantly became docile in his hand and hung straight down.

Xiang Wentian felt a gentle yet irresistible force surge towards him, and his palm stung. The iron chain flew out of his hand and was snatched away by Shi Potian.

Xiang Wentian was shocked to find his hand empty.

He wanted to blurt out, "Kid, you're asking for it!" but he swallowed it back, his eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.

"Boy, how dare you ruin the sect's important affairs!" Bao Dachu had barely finished speaking when he saw Xiang Wentian also disarmed. He was both shocked and delighted, and immediately shouted, "Everyone, attack together! Without his weapon, let's see how Xiang Wentian dies!"

Bao Dachu, Qin Weibang, and three other men in black responded and attacked simultaneously, unleashing a barrage of blades, brushstrokes, palm strikes, and sword energy. The fierce wind pressed down on Wentian, and even Shi Potian, who was standing nearby, was enveloped in it.

All five were seasoned veterans of the martial arts world; their combined attack was terrifying.

Shi Potian was secretly angry. These people wouldn't listen to reason, so he said, "They've already lost their weapons, and you still want to fight? Isn't that taking advantage of them?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he neither dodged nor avoided, casually tossing away the spear and chain, and then reached out and grabbed with both hands.

Everyone felt a blur before their eyes, followed by a numbness in their wrists, and then their hands felt light.

Qin Weibang's judge's pen and the swords of the two men in black all disappeared without a trace and fell into Shi Potian's hands.

The five people stood frozen in place, their hands outstretched in a fighting stance, but their palms were empty.

Bao Dachu, Qin Weibang, and the other three men in black stared in disbelief, their murderous intent vanishing, replaced by shock and bewilderment.

Xiang Wentian stood there, speechless with astonishment, staring at Shi Potian with wide eyes.

Just now, when Shi Potian snatched the spear and chains, he thought it was just a lucky escape by the young man taking advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness. But now, when Bao Dachu and the other four attacked together, they were still disarmed in the blink of an eye, which was truly terrifying.

Xiang Wentian, who always held himself in high esteem, hadn't even seen Shi Potian's attack moves clearly. Could there really be such exquisite and unparalleled skill in the world—the ability to disarm a blade with bare hands?

Bao Dachu looked down at his empty hands, then looked up at Shi Potian, his lips trembling slightly, unable to utter a single word.

As one of the ten elders of the Sun Moon Sect, his palm strike just now was his signature technique, the "Blue Sand Hand." This palm technique is cold and vicious; once touched, it's like a bone-deep infection, and there is no antidote in the world except for the person who suffered it. Yet, the young man merely flicked his wrist, and his Blue Sand Hand almost struck Elder Ge beside him. Immediately afterward, all of their weapons were taken away.

The three elders of the Sun Moon Divine Sect, along with two branch leaders, were disarmed in a single move. What's even more terrifying is that they didn't even see how the young man made his move.

Qin Weibang stood frozen in place, his hands clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His pair of judge's pens were soaked in a deadly poison, capable of killing on contact with blood; they had been with him for over twenty years and had never left his side. Yet just now, the young man had merely reached out a hand, and the pens had vanished without a trace. To this day, he still couldn't understand what kind of bizarre martial art this was.

Six people, six pairs of eyes, stared at Shi Potian, dumbfounded, as if they had seen a ghost.

Shi Potian casually tossed the weapon in his hand to the ground.

"Clang, clang, clang—"

The crisp sound of metal hitting the ground broke the deathly silence of the city tower.

He glanced at the six people before him, nodded in satisfaction, and said softly:

"That way, you won't be able to fight."