A Martial Saint in Chaotic Times: Starting with Grinding Proficiency

Chapter 158 I am invincible in Luochuan

Zhou Yuan's voice echoed through the long street.

The sound was soft, yet it resonated in everyone's heart like a heavy drumbeat.

The Eighteen Riders of Yanyun.

The heavy cavalry, invincible on the battlefield, have been tempered by blood and fire, and every knight's cultivation level is firmly established at the second level of Blood Exchange.

The true combat power of this type of soldier is enough to overwhelm martial artists of the same realm when charging.

Just now, one of them was smashed to pieces by Zhou Yuan, along with his horse.

Large plumes of blood mist burst open in the rain, shattered pieces of iron armor embedded themselves in the cracks of the bluestone slabs, leaving only a blurry pool of flesh on the ground, emitting a faint fishy smell.

The smell drifted into everyone's nostrils along with the rainwater.

Wu Xingtong, who was charging towards Zhou Yuan, suddenly stopped, his shoes screeching on the wet ground.

His previously ferocious face froze, and his body instinctively trembled uncontrollably.

Wu Xingtong's pupils contracted.

Before Zhou Yuan threw a punch, he was completely unable to discern the true extent of Zhou Yuan's cultivation level, even with his five senses.

Now, with the burst of energy and blood from that punch, he finally felt Zhou Yuan's true level of mastery.

Blood transfusion level 2.

When the martial arts competition was held at the martial arts school, Zhou Yuan was clearly only at the Marrow Cleansing Realm.

In just half a month, he broke through three realms in succession, directly skipping the accumulation period of marrow cleansing and entering the blood exchange stage.

Like Wu Xingtong, everyone around him who was familiar with Zhou Yuan was terrified.

This speed of cultivation has exceeded the comprehension of ordinary martial artists.

It seems we'll be facing opponents far above our level again.

Wang Xuanzhao pressed his broken ribs, his breathing becoming extremely heavy.

He originally thought that gathering so many experts would be enough to trap and kill Zhou Yuan here, but now it seems that such an idea is ridiculously absurd.

How is that possible?

Shen He, who was standing to the side, finally showed a shocked expression.

He had calculated every detail, including Zhou Yuan's personality, record, and possible trump cards, but he had overlooked Zhou Yuan's growth.

speed.

He had expected Zhou Yuan to reach the Blood Exchange Realm, but he hadn't anticipated that the opponent would not only reach the second level of Blood Exchange, but also be so powerful.

The most shocked person in the entire room was Duan Hu.

As Ji Gaoxu's bodyguard, he knew better than anyone the terror of the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun.

This was a sharp arrow on the battlefield, a torrent of heavily armored soldiers, yet it was shattered by a single punch from a martial artist from a small town.

This illogical scene made Duan Hu feel an unprecedented sense of crisis.

The next moment, shock turned into anger.

"The Eighteen Riders of Yanyun, heed my command!"

Duan Hu's voice fell heavily, carrying a ruthless tone.

"Wedge formation, charge!"

"roar!"

The remaining seventeen Yan Yun knights let out a low roar, their armor clashing in unison.

They all raised their spears, pointing the tips at Zhou Yuan, and their warhorses began to accelerate wildly.

These warhorses were clearly specially trained, and they gained speed in a very short distance. The sound of their hooves pounding the ground was so loud that it made the tiles of the surrounding houses rattle.

Their formation tore through the rain, the tips of their guns whistling sharply.

Zhou Yuan stood in the middle of the long street, neither dodging nor avoiding.

He felt the strong wind rushing towards him, and the Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies Technique within his body was running wildly, with scorching blood surging beneath his skin.

The first knight's lance had arrived, its tip gleaming with dark red blood-red energy in the firelight, aimed straight at Zhou Yuan's throat.

However, just as the spear was about to pierce Zhou Yuan, a layer of blood energy five feet thick suddenly unfolded on Zhou Yuan's body without warning.

when!

A fierce clang of metal clashing rang out.

The black-armored knight's lance slammed into the blood-red aura, but could not advance even an inch further.

The violent recoil traveled back along the lance shaft, and the knight's hand gripping the lance instantly ruptured, blood flowing from between his fingers.

His eyes were filled with horror.

However, before he could react, Zhou Yuan moved again.

His spirit roamed the six realms.

Zhou Yuan's figure became extremely strange, as if he had blended into the rain curtain, or as if he had disappeared into thin air.

The next instant, his figure appeared in mid-air.

boom!

Another dull, loud bang.

Zhou Yuan's heavy fist slammed down onto the knight's helmet.

The armor shattered, and the horse's bones broke.

Once again, both men and horses were annihilated.

The knights behind were stunned by the scene, but the heavy cavalry's charge was already underway and there was no time to stop.

Clang!

Several sounds of spear thrusts rang out, but they were all blocked by the blood energy on Zhou Yuan's body.

"How is the concentration of this blood essence possible?"

Duan Hu, who was standing to the side, was terrified.

The combined impact of the Yan Yun Eighteen Riders and their charge was immense, yet it couldn't even leave a crack in Zhou Yuan's Blood Qi.

This shows that Zhou Yuan's blood essence condensation level has far exceeded that of the second level of Blood Exchange, and is even comparable to that of a fifth level Blood Exchange expert.

Zhou Yuan weaved through the iron cavalry, each punch sending up a cloud of blood mist.

boom! boom! boom!

A series of dense roars rang out, making the eardrums of those around them ache.

Each roar signifies the loss of an elite knight.

After several dozen breaths, the eighteen booming sounds ceased.

The Eighteen Riders of Yanyun are no more on the long street.

The eighteen elite warriors at the second level of the Blood Transformation Realm were all reduced to mangled flesh on the ground at that moment.

The torches flickered in the rain, casting an eerie glow on the bloodstains on the ground.

Zhou Yuan stood amidst the wreckage, his clothes unstained by a single drop of blood. He resembled a god of war descended to earth, displaying his power in the rainy night.

This unilateral massacre has begun.

escape!

This was the only thought on the minds of the remaining people.

Their initial confidence in victory was completely shattered by Zhou Yuan at this moment.

The figures scattered and fleeing looked disheveled in the rain. Even Duan Hu, who was at the third level of Blood Exchange, chose to turn away.

Although his cultivation level was a level higher, the combat power that Zhou Yuan had just displayed had completely shattered his psychological defenses.

Zhou Yuan slowly raised his head.

The journey through the six voids begins once more.

His figure moved like a phantom, instantly covering a distance of dozens of feet and appearing in front of Duan Hu.

Seeing that there was no way to escape, Duan Hu's face showed despair. He roared and frantically gathered his blood energy in his arms in an attempt to block the attack.

Zhou Yuan ignored it and slammed down with a heavy punch.

Click!

The blood energy exploded violently, and Duan Hu's arms were snapped off by the immense force, with white bone fragments piercing his skin.

The force of that punch remained undiminished, slamming heavily into Duan Hu's chest.

With a dull thud, Duan Hu's head was even hammered into his chest cavity by the force of the punch, and he died instantly, like a squeezed sack.

Three blood transfusions, death.

How many are left?

Zhou Yuan's voice was calm and without any fluctuation.

His figure swayed again, appearing behind the Wang father and son who were about to climb over the wall to escape.

"Zhou Yuan, are you a human or a ghost?"

Wang Xuangan turned his head and looked at the figure so close to him, his voice filled with sobs.

In just a few dozen breaths, the situation completely reversed, and his proud ambush plan became a joke in the face of absolute power.

"I am a human being in front of good people, but I am a ghost in front of you."

Without further hesitation, Zhou Yuan clenched his right fist and slammed it down on Zhou Yuan's head.

Wang Xuangan didn't even have time to scream before he was smashed into a pool of blood and gore.

"Zhou Yuan, you know I've never meant you any harm."

Wang Xuanzhao's face was deathly pale. Looking at his brother who had died in front of him, he no longer cared about the dignity of the family.

"When Xuan Sha wanted to capture you and turn you into a bronze corpse, I did try to stop him!"

Wang Xuanzhao grasped at this last straw and spoke at an extremely fast pace.

"What you said is indeed correct."

Zhou Yuan stopped what he was doing.

"Then I'll leave you with a whole corpse."

Just as Wang Xuanzhao was about to express his gratitude, Zhou Yuan transformed his fist into a palm and lightly struck his heart.

Bone-Melting Palm.

The soft, yin-like palm force instantly penetrated Wang Xuanzhao's body, crushing all his internal organs.

Wang Xuanzhao's pupils instantly lost their color, and his body collapsed limply into the rain, with no visible injuries.

Watching his two sons die, Wang Moheng descended into madness. Leaning on his cane, he roared at Zhou Yuan, "Zhou Yuan! Do you think you can live by killing us? Do you think those at the Blood Exchange Realm are invincible? The Second Prince's Xuanjia elite horse is on its way!"

Zhou Yuan ignored him and walked towards him step by step.

At that moment, five figures that had been hidden in the darkness suddenly appeared.

They were like five cold, venomous snakes, stabbing at Zhou Yuan's vitals from cunning angles.

"So these five people were sent by you."

Zhou Yuan muttered to himself, recognizing the group of people who had ambushed and taken Lü Chong away at Yanling Fortress.

However, Zhou Yuan paid no attention to the attacks of these five people.

Just as the weapon was about to strike Zhou Yuan, the Blood Qi automatically unfolded.

when!

The sound of metal clashing rang out, and the five men's attacks were deflected.

Zhou Yuan's internal energy and blood suddenly erupted.

"Fancy"

A terrifying shockwave emanated from Zhou Yuan and spread outwards.

The five people were shaken by the blood energy and their bodies were blasted away like rag dolls, crashing heavily into the courtyard wall in the distance.

After they landed, they didn't even struggle before falling silent, their meridians shattered by the tyrannical energy.

"Zhou Yuan, I have a secret to tell you, you can't kill me!"

Wang Moheng's voice turned shrill as he watched the five experts die instantly.

"Take your secret to meet the King of Hell."

Zhou Yuan didn't say much, and threw a punch.

Wang Moheng's roar came to an abrupt halt.

There are also Wu Xingtong and Shen He.

Zhou Yuan counted the people on the list.

Logically speaking, Du Chong from Changsong Martial Arts School should also be here.

However, after sensing his surroundings, he did not detect Du Chong's presence.

However, he didn't have time to think it through; to nip the problem in the bud, one must eliminate it completely.

With the activation of the Divine Travel Six Void technique, he quickly located Wu Xingtong's position.

Wu Xingtong was frantically fleeing westward from the city.

But the next moment, Zhou Yuan raised an eyebrow slightly.

Because behind Wu Xingtong, there was a figure filled with deathly aura rapidly approaching.

Lü Chong.

Zhou Yuan let out a soft sigh.

Lü Chong's wife, Li Xiuyun, died at the hands of Wu Xingtong. In the end, Lü Chong himself had to avenge this death.

With Lü Chong's current strength at the second level of the Blood Exchange stage, killing Wu Xingtong, who was at the Marrow Cleansing stage, was not something he needed to worry about.

That leaves Shen He.

Zhou Yuan turned around and sensed that Shen He was not fleeing out of the city, but instead was running in the opposite direction, heading towards the Qingyang Martial Arts School.

Does Shen He still have a trump card up his sleeve at the martial arts school?

Zhou Yuan looked slightly puzzled.