Martial Peak - Rise Of The Human Emperor-Chapter 68 - Meng Wuya versus Long Zai Tian

~ Back to the Mining Area ~

After Meng Wuya raised Long Jun and dashed toward the Bloody Battle Gang's mining area, he immediately set his eyes on Long Zai Tian. The latter hadn't even grasped the full extent of what was happening when a killing blow was already flying his way. Meng Wuya didn't offer an explanation, didn't bother with pleasantries. His attack was decisive and terrifying, his actions impossible to justify from any angle.

Long Zai Tian, who had never seen Meng Wuya before, was startled. But as the vice-master of the Bloody Battle Gang, he had a duty to uphold his sect's honor. Even if the opponent was too strong, retreating would be cowardice. He had no choice but to fight.

However, before ten moves could pass, Long Zai Tian was forcefully knocked from the sky and slammed into the earth by Meng Wuya.

This sight was enough to jolt the entire Bloody Battle Gang. Even though Hu Man had long grown displeased with Long Zai Tian, he couldn't allow the man to be beaten to death in front of so many. As the vice-master, Long Zai Tian represented the sect. If he fell in such a humiliating way, it would be a stain on their reputation—one that would never wash off.

Whether Hu Man joined or not, the others wouldn't stand by.

One by one, ten Immortal Ascension Boundary experts launched into the fray. However, Meng Wuya's strength was overwhelming—godlike. His attacks were not only devastatingly powerful, but his words were sharp as daggers. Each verbal strike hit where it hurt the most.

"You bastard!" Long Zai Tian roared, blood dripping from his mouth, his face twisted in shame and pain. Just a dozen moves, and he had been completely suppressed. His status, his pride, everything he had built, shattered like brittle glass. How could he possibly recover from this?

Hovering midair, Meng Wuya withdrew slightly, floating high above as if he were surveying ants. The Bloody Battle Gang's experts regrouped below, their faces tense, weapons drawn. A standoff emerged—each side eyeing the other for the next move.

Long Zai Tian's entire body trembled. Blood continued to flow from his mouth, and his shoulders slumped with shame. Through clenched teeth, he forced out a question, "May I ask this Excellency... where have I offended you to be treated in such a manner?"

He dared not provoke Meng Wuya further. The old man had demonstrated enough power to end him with a thought. But even if death awaited, Long Zai Tian wanted—needed—to know why.

Meng Wuya responded with a scoff, "You haven't wronged me. You haven't even met me before."

The answer struck like a bolt of thunder.

Long Zai Tian's hand trembled as he pointed up at Meng Wuya. "You..." he coughed up more blood, the words getting caught in his throat. The absurdity of the situation made him shake with rage. What kind of madness was this? He hadn't offended this man, yet was being humiliated in front of his clan and peers.

A cruel smile curled Meng Wuya's lips. "Are you feeling wronged? Don't bother. If I wanted you dead, could you resist?"

Long Zai Tian fell silent, swallowing his rage. He didn't dare speak.

Meng Wuya's smile vanished as his voice dropped, every word laced with bone-chilling intent. "I will wipe out eighteen generations of your legacy! Even if you feel wronged, you are powerless to resist! But let this be known to you—and to the world: what you suffer today is the price for the torment my precious disciple endured!"

Long Zai Tian's heart sank.

"Your disciple?" he asked cautiously.

"My precious disciple!" Meng Wuya barked, his face twisted in fury. "Those mongrels from your gang dared to lay a finger on her! So now, I'll lay waste to everything you care about!"

Long Zai Tian was completely stunned. "Can your Excellency be more specific?"

Meng Wuya let out a dark, rumbling chuckle. "More specific?" His voice turned sharp as steel. "Then go ask your grandson in hell! Ask that little bastard what he did a few days ago!"

The words pierced through Long Zai Tian like a dagger. "What happened to Long Hui?" he asked, his voice shaking.

Meng Wuya sneered and didn't bother replying.

It was Long Jun, still on the ground, who answered. "Grandfather... I haven't seen younger brother for nearly a month now. Last I saw, he took Master Wen out to handle some matters. He never returned."

The moment those words left his mouth, Long Zai Tian's face collapsed.

Dead. Long Hui was most likely dead. And the cause...?

He pieced everything together in his mind. A powerful expert, enraged. A disciple, presumably a beautiful woman. His grandson, foolish enough to provoke her or worse. It all lined up. Long Zai Tian's face contorted with grief, shame, and helpless anger. His own grandson had brought calamity to the entire sect.

Meng Wuya's expression remained icy as he declared, "Good that you understand! Now, die knowing it was your own bloodline that brought this fate upon you!"

The air shifted. Meng Wuya lifted his hand slowly, and in that moment, it was as though the heavens and earth bowed to him. The sky darkened, the wind howled, and an immense pressure radiated outward.

The members of the Bloody Battle Gang paled.

"Death!" Meng Wuya thundered.

His hand swung down.

A giant palm formed in the sky, descending with unstoppable force. Composed entirely of Yuan Qi, it bore down like a divine judgment from the heavens. The Bloody Battle Gang's experts reacted quickly, unleashing their most powerful techniques to resist the strike.

Boom!

Yuan Qi exploded across the battlefield as the two forces collided. The air cracked. Sand and stone blasted into the sky. But Meng Wuya's palm didn't falter. Even against ten Immortal Ascension Boundary experts, it remained steady, terrifying, absolute.

"Bang!"

The palm crashed down. The experts were driven to their knees, eyes bulging from the sheer force. They gritted their teeth, channeled all their energy, but still could not lift the crushing weight.

The earth split. Deep cracks stretched across the ground like the veins of a dying beast.

Below them, countless mining tunnels collapsed, triggering a massive cave-in. The sounds of crumbling stone and collapsing supports echoed across the land, shaking the very mountains.

The experts, using the momentum of the collapse, barely escaped being crushed to death. The palm finally slammed into the earth, leaving behind a massive crater.

Though Long Zai Tian survived, he wasn't unscathed. Blood gushed from his mouth, and his already pale face grew ghostly. The other experts were in no better shape—each one coughing blood, their faces drained of color.

They had never seen such power.

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Was this truly the strength of an Immortal Ascension Boundary cultivator?

And those martial techniques—how could they be so profound, so overwhelming? Each strike was more refined, more advanced, more destructive than anything they had encountered.

Meng Wuya hovered above the battlefield, face calm, but his presence alone enough to stir the winds.

He could've pursued and finished them off—but he didn't.

Suddenly, from deep underground, a massive fluctuation of Yuan Qi burst out. The eruption was so fierce, even Meng Wuya's Yuan Qi fluctuated in response.

Startled, his gaze turned downward.

Without warning, a fiery light surged from the depths. It twisted and formed into a majestic, blazing fire dragon that roared into the sky, its scales glinting like molten gold.

Right behind it, a streak of cold blue light surged upward. It morphed into a magnificent ice phoenix, her wings spanning wide as she soared beside the fire dragon, her cry sharp and clear.

The fire and ice circled each other like ancient spirits awakened from slumber.

Meng Wuya's eyes narrowed. "This..." he murmured.

Even with all his strength, he could not help but feel awe.

Something extraordinary had been awakened.