Beginning with the Five Animals Fist to Become a Saint

Chapter 784 A Decisive Strike!

Zhuge Manor.

In the main hall.

As the last bit of incense slowly fell away.

Everyone's hearts sank.

Based on the approximate time, it was noon.

However, Shen Wenyuan, Wang Wenzong, and others mentioned by Jiang Ning did not appear.

“My lord, they…” an elder in the main hall spoke up.

Just then.

Boom—

The earth shook violently, followed by a deafening roar.

Zhuge Qingsong suddenly stood up and looked in the direction of the entrance to the villa.

"They're here!!" he said gravely.

“My lord, if your words just now are meant to comfort me, then please leave through the back mountain!” Zhuge Qingsong said to Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning stood up and shook his head: "I have never lied to you."

"Let's go!" He then took the initiative to walk towards the entrance of the villa.

Ji Mingyue followed closely behind.

Under the watchful eyes of the elders of Zhuge Manor, Jiang Ning and Ji Mingyue were the first to cross the threshold.

The elders exchanged glances, their eyes meeting.

“Let’s go!” Zhuge Qingsong took a deep breath and then spoke.

After a while.

The crowd filed out.

We arrived at the front yard of the villa.

The screen wall, which was originally ten feet high, had long since turned into rubble scattered in the front yard, leaving only a few foundation stones at the bottom.

The tall, vermilion gate was also located several feet away from the gate.

Amidst the billowing dust, several figures of varying heights appeared at the gate of the mountain villa.

None of the guards around dared to step forward.

Looking at the people in front of them, their eyes were filled with fear.

Just now.

The leader was dressed in a long robe with his hands behind his back.

This person is Li Sixiang, the vice leader of the Yingtian Alliance and also the vice leader of the Duxian Sect.

He stepped over the broken screen wall, his gaze sweeping across the crowd in the courtyard like lightning.

Upon seeing Jiang Ning and Ji Mingyue, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Patriarch Zhuge, it's been a long time!" Li Sixiang's voice was calm, yet clearly carried to every corner, reaching everyone's ears: "It's noon now. I wonder what Patriarch Zhuge's decision has been?"

"The Zhuge family has built its foundation for over a hundred years and has never been forced to submit. Why should Alliance Leader Li say more?" Zhuge Qingsong said.

"What fine character!" Li Sixiang clapped his hands and chuckled, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Ning, who stood calmly to the side. "It is quite unexpected that the Marquis of Dongling is also here. However, it seems that the Marquis is unwell?"

As he spoke, Jiang Ning felt a surge of pain and itching within him, and he couldn't help but cover his mouth and cough a few times.

The sound was low, but at that moment it was exceptionally clear.

Just now.

The three people behind him also slowly stepped into the courtyard.

A woman with a slender waist, her face veiled in purple gauze, moved with light steps, her gaze lingering on Jiang Ning.

The middle-aged man carrying a broadsword had a solemn face and walked with a steady gait.

The disheveled man with stubble on his cheeks was still carrying a wine jug. He leaned against the broken door frame as soon as he crossed the threshold, half of his face hidden by his long hair, leaving only a slightly raised chin visible.

The four stood apart, and although they did not deliberately exude the mental pressure of a second-grade grandmaster, the natural flow of their aura caused the air in the courtyard to suddenly freeze.

Four Grandmasters!
The Zhuge family was greatly shocked.

Although I had anticipated this scene, I was still terrified when it arrived.

"So only the four of you from the Yingtian Alliance have come?" Jiang Ning stopped coughing and stepped forward.

He wasn't in a hurry to make a move.

Because Wang Wenzong and Shen Wenyuan will arrive shortly.

But at this point, he was too lazy to delay any longer.

He doesn't intend to spend too much time on the Yingtian Alliance right now.

"We are all of the second rank, does Your Excellency intend to fight four against one while you are injured?" At this moment, a woman with a purple veil covering her face and a slender waist stepped forward with a smile, supporting her waist.

His gaze swept around, taking in Jiang Ning with great interest.

"Your Excellency is quite confident!" Li Sixiang said, looking at Jiang Ning.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a long laugh suddenly came from afar.

The laughter was deep and powerful, initially sounding as if it came from miles away, but in an instant it rolled in like thunder.

"Are four grandmasters, all senior figures, going to bully the weak with their superior strength?"

Everyone looked up and saw a figure soaring through the sky like a roc, passing over the outer wall of the manor, and then lightly landing on the snow in the courtyard.

After landing, it didn't leave a single trace on the snow.

The newcomer had silver hair and wore a short jacket. He was as thin as a rake, and the tip of the large spear in his hand gleamed coldly in the snow.

It was indeed the Dragon of Jiujiang—Wang Wenzong had arrived.

Upon seeing this, Li Sixiang and the others immediately became serious.

How could they not recognize Jiujiang Long—Wang Wenzong?

At this time.

Wang Wenzong casually dropped the spear to the ground.

boom--

With a thunderous roar, the spear's butt pierced the stone three inches deep.

"The Zhuge family is now safe."

Li Sixiang's pupils contracted slightly, his expression calm: "Senior Wang has lived in seclusion for many years, is he now going to wade into these muddy waters?"

"Having accepted a commission, one must be loyal to it!" Wang Wenzong said calmly, "You may leave now!"

“Senior Wang, you should think this through. You’re not just making enemies of the four of us! In this day and age, a second-grade Grandmaster doesn’t have the right to be so arrogant. Besides, Senior Wang is getting old!” Li Sixiang said.

"Whether you're old or not, you'll know once you try!" Wang Wenzong raised his eyes slightly.

Just then.

The woman in purple veil chuckled softly, her voice ethereal and melodious: "I have long heard of Jiujiang Long, who once single-handedly defeated the thirty-six strongholds of Jiujiang with his River-Splitting Spear, and was invincible. I have long wished to experience his prowess!"

"You're an old woman, still calling yourself a young lady!" Wang Wenzong looked at the woman with a slender waist and exposed skin, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

next moment.

He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed.

A flash of dark light burst forth from the snow, which he then grasped in his hand.

Everyone stared intently; it was a plump worm, about the length of a finger.

"The Miao Clan still uses such underhanded methods!" Wang Wenzong sneered.

Apply pressure with your fingers.

He saw the worm burst with dirty water and instantly crush it.

The woman's eyes also suddenly turned sharp, losing their previous composure.

boom--

Just then.

The ground where the spear pierced suddenly exploded.

Countless snowflakes exploded with a roar, turning into a sky full of flying snow.

The stones flew everywhere, making a "whoosh" sound as they flew through the air.

"It is impolite not to reciprocate!" Wang Wenzong's voice rang out.

Holding a long spear, he approached like a swimming dragon, his target aimed directly at the Miao woman.

"Clang!"

Faced with this, the man carrying the sword suddenly drew his sword, the blade rubbing against the scabbard, producing a clear, resonant sound of it being drawn from its sheath.

Although Wang Wenzong appeared thin and frail, like an old man, he dared not underestimate him.

He gripped the sword hilt with both hands and slashed fiercely.

"Well done!" Wang Wenzong laughed loudly.

He twisted the gun barrel and thrust it out suddenly.

boom--

Air explosion.

clang--

Immediately following was a deafening thud.

Among the onlookers, some immediately covered their ears, their faces showing pain.

The man wielding the sword, however, had a drastic change in expression.

This attack made him feel an irresistible, immense force, sending him flying backward. At the same time...

The spear in Wang Wenzong's hand spun like a nimble snake.

Beneath her slender frame, her long dress swept across the sky, causing the air to liquefy.

His arm jerked, and his spear trembled.

The spearhead slammed heavily into the woman in purple gauze.

The woman moved swiftly, her toes barely touching the ground as she retreated rapidly.

Facing the sweeping spear, it moved like a willow leaf fluttering in the wind.

But as the gun barrel drew closer, her waist bent into an astonishing arc.

Faced with Wang Wenzong at this moment, she dared not confront him directly.

However, there is a limit to how much a waist can bend, but there is no limit to how much a spearhead can bend.

what--

As the gun barrel pressed the woman's waist to its limit, it slammed heavily into her body.

With a sweep of the spear, the woman coughed up blood and was sent flying like a sack of potatoes.

Just then.

The man carrying the broadsword, who had just been sent flying backward, slashed again, his sword strike even more powerful.

With a single sword strike, Wang Wenzong's flanks were blocked from dodging.

at the same time.

Li Sixiang finally made a move.

With a single step, he appeared behind Wang Wenzong like a ghost, his movements incredibly mysterious.

He immediately reached out and turned his hand into a palm.

In an instant, everything around us turned pitch black, and the world seemed to return to a state of chaos.

Around his palm, the elements of earth, wind, water, and fire seemed to be reenacting themselves.

In an instant.

Wang Wenzong felt as if he were being imprisoned by an invisible force of heaven and earth.

Faced with Li Sixiang's sudden attack, he had no choice but to take the hit.

"A mere trick!" Wang Wenzong sneered.

He neither dodged nor avoided the palm strike coming from behind.

Instead, his spear resembled a dragon emerging from the sea, aimed directly at the broadsword-wielding man who was slashing towards him.

At the instant the spear tip clashed with the sword blade, his wrist jerked violently.

The spearhead also deflected accordingly.

A small mistake can lead to a huge error.

The difference was so slight that the previous clash between the spear tip and the sword edge was not realized.

Instead, the sword's edge traced along the diamond-shaped spearhead.

Moreover, the spear moved with unstoppable force, showing no sign of deflection despite the force exerted on the spearhead by the sword.

laugh--

In the blink of an eye.

The spear pierced his body, and blood splattered across the sky.

Just at this time.

Li Sixiang's palm struck Wang Wenzong's back heavily.

Boom—

The moment the palm struck, the entire Zhuge Manor trembled violently, and walls in the distance cracked open, as if an earth dragon had turned over.

At that moment, the floor tiles beneath Wang Wenzong's feet also shattered into countless fragments of stone.

"What an ingenious way to control force!!" Jiang Ning exclaimed in amazement as he felt the ground tremble beneath his feet.

When Li Sixiang struck Wang Wenzong, the force of the blow was entirely transmitted to the ground.

The actual force at his feet was less than one percent.

At that moment, Wang Wenzong's body only swayed slightly, without even moving his feet.

He withstood Li Sixiang's full-force attack with his frail physique alone.

"To receive without giving in return is impolite!"

Wang Wenzong spoke.

The first four words burst from his mouth.

Blood splattered across the sky as half of the sword-wielding man's body exploded, turning into a mist of blood that dissipated.

Without looking back, he transformed the end of his spear into a long staff.

boom--

A deafening roar.

Li Sixiang took the blow with his palm and was sent flying backward.

It happened in the blink of an eye.

The three second-rank Grandmasters joined forces, resulting in two injuries and one retreat.

"Jiujiang Dragon lives up to its name!!" Li Sixiang stopped his retreating figure, his face flushed, clearly his blood and qi were still churning.

Wang Wenzong stood holding a gun, his silver hair moving without wind, his whole body radiating heat, like a burning furnace in the icy snow.

He glanced at the three men and said calmly, "If this is all you've got, then leave something behind for today. When I take action, blood will surely be spilled!"

"belch--"

Just then.

An untimely hiccup rang out.

The stubble-faced young man, who had been leaning against the broken door frame as if he were detached from the situation and only concerned with drinking, finally put down his wine jug.

He raised his hand to wipe the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, and slightly lifted half of his face, which was hidden by his messy hair.

The next moment, he disappeared.

No, it didn't disappear; it was so fast that most people present couldn't even catch a glimpse of it.

In Jiang Ning's eyes, it was a distortion and transformation of space.

Wang Wenzong's pupils suddenly contracted, and he instinctively raised his spear to his side!
"clang!!!"

This time, the clanging of metal was far sharper and longer than ever before, like two bronze bells colliding.

A violent shockwave exploded outwards from the two of them, sweeping away the snow within a radius of ten feet and revealing the cracked ground beneath.

The villa's walls in the distance collapsed with a deafening roar.

That was the phenomenon of the earth dragon turning over, caused by the transmission of power to the earth.

Everyone felt the ground beneath their feet shaking continuously.

Wang Wenzong was firmly rooted to the ground, but he was still pushed back three feet by that enormous force, plowing two deep furrows in the ground.

The bearded youth landed three zhang away, swaying slightly before regaining his footing.

A short blade had appeared in his hand at some point. The blade was pitch black and dull, only about three feet long, completely different from his decadent demeanor. At this moment, it was emitting a chilling sharpness.

The courtyard fell into a deathly silence.

Li Sixiang and his two companions showed joy on their faces, while the Zhuge family members secretly gasped in shock.

They witnessed how Wang Wenzong swept away those three second-rank grandmasters with overwhelming force.

But now he was forced back with a single blow.

At this moment, a hint of surprise flashed in Jiang Ning's eyes. He could sense that this seemingly inconspicuous drinking man was actually quite something.

His refined qi and blood, and his ferocious power, were indistinguishable from those of Wang Wenzong.

Wang Wenzong slowly straightened up, his gaze fixed on the stubble-faced youth, especially the dark short blade in his hand.

A name that had been almost forgotten suddenly came to mind.

"Drunken Yama, Jing Wuming?!" Wang Wenzong's voice deepened, carrying an unprecedented gravity. "Didn't you die on the North Sea Glacier thirty years ago? How come you're here?"

Jing Wuming casually stuck the short blade into the ground, then picked up the wine jug and took another swig, laughing in a hoarse, slightly drunken voice.

"Long time no see. Beihai is quite cold, but the Beihai Secret Realm didn't kill me. Instead, it made my physical body even stronger."

Upon hearing this, Wang Wenzong looked at Jing Wuming, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes.

"With your blood and physique, you'll end up like me, with no hope of ever reaching the second rank in this lifetime!"

"I've figured it out long ago!" Jing Wuming chuckled, then tilted his head back and took a swig of wine.

Then he put down the wine jug in his hand: "I owe someone a favor, so today's matter is either you back down, or it can't be resolved peacefully!"

“Me too!” Wang Wenzong smiled, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

Then.

He took a sudden step forward.

chant—

A dragon's roar exploded from his body, followed by a series of cracking sounds from his bones.

At this moment, he seemed to be releasing the constraints within his body.

His thin frame began to fill out, his blood and energy surged and roared within him, his body began to grow taller, and his silver hair began to turn black.

Blood and qi gathered above his head, transforming into a ferocious, roaring dragon.

(End of this chapter)