Volume Four: Renowned Far and Wide Chapter 131: One Minute

The vast army of martial artists arrived at the clearing one after another. Gazing at the scarred and ruined landscape, they were filled with shock, yet upon seeing Qin Yang’s pale complexion, they grew excited once more.

Qin Yang possessed peerless cultivation techniques.
Qin Yang possessed heaven-defying medicinal pills.
Qin Yang possessed...

All sorts of rumors about the great treasures Qin Yang carried took root and sprouted in their minds. At this moment, they wished for nothing more than for Qin Yang to be severely wounded, for that would be their only chance.

In the Beihai urban area, Wang Kun and his companions stood together, their faces etched with worry. They had just received news that Qin Yang had appeared, but given the current circumstances, the situation was far from optimistic. Wang Kun sensed that an invisible hand was manipulating everything from behind the scenes. The Tian family had approached them a few days ago, revealing to them that Qin Yang intended to refine pills using the Millennium Green Vine, but they had never expected that this would lead to him being targeted.

It was useless to dwell on these things now. They needed to hurry to Qin Yang’s location and ensure his safety.

Within the crowd, someone shouted, and countless people surged toward Qin Yang like madmen. Several others launched sneak attacks from the shadows.

Seeing this, a smile grew wider on Qin Yang’s face. He activated the "Immortal Slaughtering Art," and his power erupted at full force. After fighting for so long and gradually recovering his strength, he had returned to the high-level of the Dao Entry Realm. According to his calculations, he could at least recover to the peak of the Dao Entry Realm. To step into the Profound Realm would require a slow accumulation of true energy; once the energy was sufficient, he would naturally ascend. However, after such relentless combat, further recovery would likely be extremely difficult.

"Heh, it’s time to go all out. I haven't had a real fight in a long time. This is truly damn satisfying!"

He brandished his Starfall Blade and charged into the crowd. He knew well that someone must be inciting this, but he didn't care. As long as someone dared to strike at him, then sorry—they would have to die. That was his creed.

At this moment, the name of Qin Yang, the Killing God of Beihai, was displayed once again in all its madness. His Starfall Blade was stained completely red, and he was covered in blood.

Corpses littered the field. In the span of a single minute, he had lost count of how many he had killed, but he laughed as he watched them grow fearful and retreat.

Without madness, there is no divinity. In the vast world, he seemed to be the only one standing, surrounded by a black tide of tens of thousands of spectators and witnesses.

"Let me test you." A young man, appearing incredibly arrogant, charged madly at Qin Yang. He held nothing back as he struck at the figure before him, but with a single punch, Qin Yang obliterated him, turning him into a mist of blood that drifted through the air.

"Overestimating yourself. You haven't even stepped into the Dao Entry Realm and you dare to attack me?" Qin Yang stood with his Starfall Blade, exuding an overbearing aura, pointing at everyone with wild abandon.

Countless women on the scene were captivated; it seemed that if he gave the order, they would strip for him on the spot.

"Satisfying, truly satisfying. Who’s next?"

Tens of thousands were present, yet no one answered. The crowd fell into a deathly silence. In the shadows, a one-armed man gritted his teeth, his eyes full of malice. He had not expected Qin Yang to maintain such combat prowess despite his severe injuries, and he cursed himself for underestimating his opponent. He looked at two burly men beside him and commanded, "You two, go up there. It would be best if you could kill Qin Yang so we can go back and report."

"I'll come and test you." A deep, heavy voice rang out. The crowd parted to make way, and everyone drew a sharp intake of breath upon seeing the newcomer. Damn, this guy was huge—at least three meters tall. Could anyone else in the world be taller? His skin was pitch-black, reminiscent of a refugee from Africa.

He walked forward step by step, leaving deep footprints in the ground. Qin Yang’s eyes lit up slightly as he watched the man. This person’s external martial arts had reached a state of perfection, and he was capable of shifting his own bones—this was his true form; before this, he had altered his physique to hide his identity. However, such a bone structure could only come from the Northwest region.

The Northwest Polar Zone—that was the territory of the Sacred Fire Temple. So, the Sacred Fire Temple was getting involved, too. Interesting.

"My name is Iron Bull. Everyone says I’m pretty strong. Be careful."

Hearing this, Qin Yang laughed. "Don't worry, I will."

The one-armed man in the shadows, whose face had been full of smiles a moment ago, froze. "Dammit! I told you to kill him, not warn him. What a total idiot."

Iron Bull stomped his feet, causing the earth to tremble and dust to fly. He formed a circle around Qin Yang, his honest face wearing a look of seriousness as he nodded at Qin Yang, as if telling him he was ready to strike.

Facing such an honest person, Qin Yang smiled kindly. Aside from Wang Kun and his group, this was the first time he had met someone so interesting.

Body-refining arts?

"Heh, just right to test how my body is holding up while I secretly recover my strength." Having decided this, he didn't use any true essence. He activated the "Tyrant Demon Body" and channeled the "Tyrant Demon Intent." As his strength surged back, he barely managed to restrain his frame from expanding layer by layer.

"Here I come!" Iron Bull lunged, and the swirling dust accompanied his charge, condensing in the air into sharp sabers and giant swords that shot toward Qin Yang.

Qin Yang didn't make many moves; he merely let out a cold snort. A giant phantom of a demon flashed through the air, shattering the incoming momentum, and he threw a punch.

Iron Bull halted his charge, while Qin Yang stepped back three paces, his face filled with surprise. He had used eighty percent of his strength just now, and he had assumed that few could rival his raw power. It seemed he had underestimated the people of this world.

Iron Bull was slightly stunned. He clearly hadn't expected the small-framed youth before him to withstand such a violent punch. His face lit up with excitement; at the Sacred Fire Temple, no one dared to trade pure strength with him.

He took two more steps and struck again, his eyes burning with fervor. Qin Yang tilted his body slightly, pushed off the ground, leaped into the air, and delivered a whip kick.

This kick was not some flashy move; its speed and power were terrifying.

Seeing the attack, Iron Bull didn't choose to punch back. Instead, he used his body as a shield and rammed into Qin Yang.

Seeing the mountain-like figure colliding with him, Qin Yang had to change tactics. He halted his kick, leaped over the man, landed behind him, and struck again.

*Boom!*

As his foot connected with the man's body, Iron Bull didn't budge an inch. Qin Yang sighed to himself: *What incredible defensive strength.*

The people below began to whisper.

"Damn, this guy is too strong, right?"

"Yeah, in the current ancient martial arts world, you can't find anyone as straightforward as him anymore. If he keeps this mindset, he’s bound to become a titan in the future."

"Sigh, it's a pity he's already been recruited by the Sacred Fire Temple. Otherwise, such a talent would definitely stay in one's own sect."

"Forget it, stop talking. Don't look at how Iron Bull has the upper hand now. Don't forget that Qin Yang of Beihai hasn't used his full strength yet. He’s only relying on physical power. If Qin Yang uses his true energy, I’d bet my life that Iron Bull won't last more than a minute."

"Sigh, no matter how much of a genius he is, facing Qin Yang of Beihai, he is destined to fall." At this moment, everyone felt a sense of lament.