Beauty Chairwoman's Bodyguard Expert

Lu Tianxing watched those clods of earth and stones gather together, like a towering mountain smashing down toward him, yet his expression did not change at all. He took a deep breath, and six arms of True Qi instantly appeared behind him. His True Qi condensed in an instant into one point, and the Unbeatable Emperor Fist erupted; those six arms were like a domineering crab, rampaging sideways as they crashed forward.

His True Qi surged and roared without end, like tens of thousands of tons of boulders, looking overwhelmingly fierce, unstoppable like a hot knife through butter. Those chunks of earth and stone flying toward him, the moment they came into contact with Lu Tianxing’s True Qi, were like eggs smashing into steel—utterly incapable of resistance, crushed into powder in an instant, turning to nothingness and dispersing in all directions.

"Kill!"

Just as the Unbeatable Emperor Fist blasted all the earth and stone into fine dust, a brilliant light suddenly flared out of thin air, directly tearing the Unbeatable Emperor Fist apart as it slashed straight toward Lu Tianxing’s neck.

Lu Tianxing let out a long howl, and one strand after another of hazy True Qi rose from his body, condensing above his head into a Creation God Tripod. That fiercely incoming light collided with the hazy Qi, immediately causing that misty energy to ripple like flowing water, but it could not harm Lu Tianxing in the slightest.

"Iron Blood Battle Halberd."

Lu Tianxing reached out and grabbed, and a long halberd appeared in his hand. In that instant, an iron-blooded aura spread through the air, making people feel as if they had stepped onto a battlefield drenched in blood, with the sounds of slaughter echoing everywhere.

Lu Tianxing held the Iron Blood Battle Halberd like a peerless general charging into a battlefield, and rushed to kill toward Chen Wuxiong. Within a single move, it changed a thousand times; in Lu Tianxing’s hands, the Iron Blood Battle Halberd seemed to come alive. Wherever it thrust, there arose the illusion of an iron-blood battlefield descending. Even Chen Wuxiong, at the peak of Mid-stage Mythical, had no power to fight back, forced step by step into retreat by the Iron Blood Battle Halberd, unable to offer any resistance.

"Flowing Water Hundred Bends Sword Technique."

Chen Wuxiong roared repeatedly, his True Qi constantly erupting, transforming into streaks of sword light that shuttled through the air. Yet these streaks of sword light did not have the ostentatious sharpness of other Sword Qi; instead, they flowed like water, winding and curving through the air, coiling toward the Iron Blood Battle Halberd.

The Flowing Water Hundred Bends Sword Technique was a unique swordsmanship. It did not possess the sharp, indomitable power of other sword arts, but it was extremely terrifying. The Sword Qi flowed like water, ever-shifting, winding and twisting, impossible to grasp. When cultivated to the extreme, it could be called ghostly and unfathomable, slaying an enemy silently and without a trace.

Tang Wenhu and the others stood around, closely watching this scene, their eyes unblinking as they fixed on the streaks of white Sword Qi shuttling through the air. Like a swarm of spirit snakes dancing wildly, they coiled around the Iron Blood Battle Halberd, continuously spreading toward Lu Tianxing’s arms, as if intending to use soft force to wear Lu Tianxing to death.

The true strength of Chen Wuxiong, peak of Mid-stage Mythical, was completely laid bare.

That Flowing Water Hundred Bends Sword Technique left Lu Tianxing fundamentally unable to cope. Even when he used the Iron Blood Battle Halberd to shatter those streaks of white Sword Qi into fragments, within a short time those shattered Sword Qi would fuse back together, never truly destroyed.

This was the terrifying aspect of the Flowing Water Hundred Bends Sword Technique: draw a blade to cut water and the water flows even more. Wanting to sever a stream of water was essentially impossible.

Lu Tianxing also realized that his attacks were completely useless; he simply could not sever these streaks of sword light. On the contrary, as he chopped through these Sword Qi again and again, the Iron Blood Battle Halberd seemed to become entangled by something. Each swing required an enormous expenditure of strength, as if what he held was not the Iron Blood Battle Halberd, but a mountain. It grew heavier and heavier, making his arms go slightly numb, to the point he could hardly lift them.

"Hmph, you think you can suppress me with just this? Fool’s dream. Creation Source Technique."

Although Lu Tianxing was entangled, there was no fear on his face. The Creation True Qi within his body instantly spread out and, in a very short time, enveloped the Iron Blood Battle Halberd.

"Puchi!"

With a series of sounds, the flowing Sword Qi coiling around the Iron Blood Battle Halberd, upon touching the Creation True Qi, instantly reacted as if encountering their nemesis, directly being refined into nothingness, replenishing the True Qi Lu Tianxing had expended.

In a short time, the True Qi wrapped around the Iron Blood Battle Halberd was refined clean, and those Sword Qi that had just fallen also were refined completely in the blink of an eye.

"What, how is this possible? What kind of Cultivation Technique is this little bastard practicing? This is too terrifying. Does such fearsome True Qi even exist in this world?"

A look of extreme shock appeared on Chen Wuxiong’s face. One must know, he was at the peak of Mid-stage Mythical; his True Qi had long been tempered to be like steel, incomparably tenacious. Even Martial Artists of the same realm as him found it almost impossible to refine his True Qi; at most they could only drive it away. Yet Lu Tianxing had casually refined his True Qi, which was simply horrifying.

If Lu Tianxing were in the Late Stage of Mythical, that might be one thing, but Lu Tianxing was only at Middle-stage Mythical, yet he could still do this with ease. This did not merely show that Lu Tianxing was strong—it showed that the Cultivation Technique he practiced was absolutely bizarre and extremely terrifying.

At this thought, the shock on Chen Wuxiong’s face gradually faded, replaced by a greedy expression. "Third Young Master of Lu Family, I really did underestimate you. However, in the end you’re just one man. You can’t escape. Everyone, join forces with me. Let’s suppress the Third Young Master of Lu Family together. After we suppress him, we’ll interrogate him about the Cultivation Technique he practices, and each of us gets a copy."

At this moment, Chen Wuxiong decided not to act alone anymore, but planned to unite with the others to suppress Lu Tianxing.

Moreover, Chen Wuxiong did not hide anything, directly stating his reason for joining forces against Lu Tianxing. This was not because Chen Wuxiong had become generous, nor because he did not want to monopolize Lu Tianxing’s Cultivation Technique. Rather, he simply had no way to. For someone to step into the Mythical Realm, not a single one would be a fool. He could see how special Lu Tianxing’s Cultivation Technique was, and the others could see it just as clearly. So even if he wanted to hide it now, he likely could not.

There was an even more important point: during that exchange with Lu Tianxing just now, Chen Changwu had already seen that it was nearly impossible for him alone to suppress Lu Tianxing. With the slightest carelessness, he might even die at Lu Tianxing’s hands. Furthermore, once Lu Tianxing called for help, the hidden experts outside would definitely rush in at the first moment to rescue Lu Tianxing. At that time, even if he wanted to deal with Lu Tianxing, it would be impossible.