Chapter 101: Little Black's Fierce Display

Although Lin Yi's voice was not loud, it clearly reached everyone’s ears.

Pei Wanting and Deng Mengqi’s expressions changed; they never expected that Lin Yi could offend people wherever he went.

Mu Haoyu showed a hint of amusement on his face. Although he didn’t know how Lin Yi had offended the Mo family, being targeted by Mo Cangqin at this moment meant that even if he survived, he would come out severely battered.

Lin Yi strode forward, and the crowd instinctively parted to make a path.

Before long, Lin Yi stood before Mo Cangqin.

“You actually dare to show yourself,” Mo Cangqin’s eyes blazed with endless fury mixed with deep-seated fear.

Though he had shouted fiercely earlier, when Lin Yi truly appeared before him, a chill ran down his back and his legs weakened.

“Why wouldn’t I dare?” Lin Yi said expressionlessly. “Did you come this time to deliver something to me?”

“Indeed, I came to deliver something — but it’s your ticket to the afterlife,” Mo Cangqin sneered, twirling the large blade in his hand.

“Just you alone?” Lin Yi asked.

“Hah, how could it be just me.”

Mo Cangqin clapped his hands, and over a dozen figures entered through the gate.

“Look, that’s Wu Deguang, the grandmaster of Xingyiquan from Chuan Province.”

“And that one is Ding Qian, a master of the Henglian style from Miaojiang.”

“Even the Shaolin monk Jingkong has come. My heavens, who exactly is this Lin Yi that he can draw so many formidable experts?”

Each time a grandmaster appeared, the crowd of martial artists shuddered.

Because each grandmaster represented an entire province.

Encountering one was considered lucky; yet now, more than ten grandmasters had arrived at once.

Mo Cangqin looked at the dozen grandmasters behind him, his confidence swelling, and his fear of Lin Yi lessened somewhat.

He laughed heartily and asked, “Haha, Lin Yi, how do you feel? Are you scared yet?”

Lin Yi glanced at them coldly and said calmly, “There should be a few more grandmasters. Why not bring them all out?”

Seeing that Lin Yi still dared to be defiant at this point, Mo Cangqin sneered, “Hah, why are you still pretending at a time like this?”

“I’ll test this kid’s true strength first.”

A burly man over two meters tall stepped forward. His muscles gleamed with a bronze hue; this was Ding Qian, the Henglian grandmaster.

He had tempered his muscles into a bronze armor so tough that even sharp blades or spears could not harm him.

Moreover, his strength was tremendous — he tore a minivan apart like a toy.

“Fine,” Mo Cangqin said without stopping him. Each grandmaster had his pride; unless the threat was great enough, they preferred to fight one-on-one.

Boom, boom, boom.

Ding Qian strode toward Lin Yi, each step leaving deep footprints on the ground.

Many ordinary people’s expressions changed; the ground was paved with three-centimeter-thick bluestone slabs, and such footprints were easily left. If stepped on a person, bones would surely break instantly.

“Miaojiang’s Ding Qian,” Ding Qian introduced himself, then roared at the surrounding crowd, “All of you, get lost!”

The crowd brightened and scattered, some bold martial artists hung back at a distance to watch.

Deng Mengqi worried, “Wanting, what should we do? Do you think Lin Yi will be alright?”

“Is that even a question? He’s a grandmaster,” Pei Wanting rolled her eyes and sighed inwardly.

The strongest in their Pei family was Old Lady Gao, but she likely couldn’t even withstand the aura of a grandmaster.

On the battlefield,

Ding Qian stared sharply at Lin Yi and said in a deep, muffled voice, “Come.”

“You’re not qualified enough for me to make a move,” Lin Yi said calmly.

“How dare you!” Ding Qian roared in fury. In Miaojiang, everyone respectfully addressed him as grandmaster.

But this young man before him actually said he wasn’t qualified.

In that case, I’ll smash you to pieces and see if you’re qualified.

Ding Qian roared and swung his arm, thick as an adult’s thigh, directly at Lin Yi.

Lin Yi showed no expression and waved his arm; a huge black shadow suddenly appeared.

A roar!

The shadow was Xiao Hei.

As soon as Xiao Hei appeared, it opened its wide mouth and lunged to bite Ding Qian.

Ding Qian was surprised Lin Yi had such a trump card. After a brief shock, he roared and his body suddenly grew larger; his bronze skin turned golden.

“Secret technique, Taiyi Golden Body!”

Ding Qian charged with his fist, confident one punch could kill even an elephant instantly.

Crack!

Xiao Hei bit down, and the golden body on Ding Qian’s arm cracked within two seconds.

Ding Qian’s expression changed drastically; he hadn’t expected this giant python to be so powerful, breaking through his Taiyi Golden Body in just one bite.

Xiao Hei gave no chance to Ding Qian and bit again, severing his arm. The excruciating pain drained the color from his face.

“A miscalculation, this beast is too strong.”

Ding Qian began to consider fleeing, but before he could act, a thick tail wrapped around his waist.

“Help! Save me!”

Ding Qian shouted desperately to the other grandmasters while exerting all his power to maintain the Taiyi Golden Body.

He regretted not bringing more defensive artifacts. For many Henglian fighters, their bodies were their greatest offense and defense.

Mo Cangqin and his group exchanged glances and prepared to attack together, some against Lin Yi, others against the giant python.

But before they could approach Lin Yi, Xiao Hei blocked their way; with a swing of its tail, Ding Qian was slammed to the ground like a cannonball.

Boom.

The impact created a two-meter-wide crater in the ground.

Ding Qian lay motionless at the bottom but was not dead. Henglian fighters not only strengthen their muscles and skin but also their internal organs.

If any other martial artist had been hit like that, they would have surely died.

Xiao Hei’s vertical pupils showed a flicker of interest, and its tail struck Ding Qian again.

But Mo Cangqin’s group couldn’t just watch Xiao Hei wreak havoc; each unleashed their most powerful moves.

“Thunder Slash!”

Mo Cangqin’s large blade chopped down fiercely, several white flashes striking Xiao Hei’s scales.

Ting, ting, ting.

Sparks flew.

“Amitabha!”

Monk Jingkong chanted a Buddhist phrase; his figure flickered, leaving afterimages. Upon closer look, he had silently moved to Xiao Hei’s tail.

One Finger Zen!

Jingkong’s gaze sharpened, brilliance flashing in his eyes. He pressed his finger hard against Xiao Hei’s tail, gathering all his energy into the strike.

Pfft!

Xiao Hei’s tough scales shattered instantly, blood flowing.

Other martial artists also showed their skills. Even though Xiao Hei was a half-step Lingzun, a moment of carelessness caused it considerable injury.

“Everyone, give it your all! This giant python is close to defeat.”

Mo Cangqin’s eyes brightened.

That it took over ten grandmasters to injure this beast proved its strength.

Whether or not it was a spirit beast, its flesh and blood were the best elixirs for martial artists.

Lin Yi watched Xiao Hei wounded but showed no panic.

“All right, Xiao Hei, finish this quickly,” Lin Yi ordered.

“Hisssss.”

Xiao Hei flicked out its forked tongue and coiled its huge body.

It opened its mouth and expelled a black mist that fell on the foremost grandmasters, freezing and corroding them visibly.

“Ah!”

Their expressions changed; they felt a chilling cold invading their bodies.

They tried to retreat, but the cold slowed their movements.

Taking advantage, Xiao Hei opened its jaws wide and swallowed one grandmaster whole.

The others struck by the black mist fled in terror, fearing the same fate.

“Beast!”

Jingkong shouted and slapped a golden palm toward Xiao Hei.

Xiao Hei’s eyes flashed with mockery and swiftly dodged; the golden palm struck a wall, creating a large hole instantly.

Hiss!

Xiao Hei roared and dove into the ground.

The dozen grandmasters were on high alert; they hadn’t expected the python to be so severely wounded yet still possess such formidable combat strength.

“Don’t all cluster around the black python! Kill Lin Yi first!”

Mo Cangqin shouted and swung his large blade at Lin Yi.

Others also displayed their unique skills, aiming to kill Lin Yi in one strike.

Mo Cangqin had taken just a few steps when the ground beneath him trembled.

Sensing danger, he leapt back just in time; the next second, a huge mouth burst from the earth.

Had he been slower, he would have been swallowed by Xiao Hei.

However, a grandmaster behind him was caught off guard and half his body was swallowed.

The bloody scene sent chills through everyone’s nerves.

Mo Cangqin’s face darkened with anger; without Lin Yi suffering a scratch, they had already lost three grandmasters.

Xiao Hei struck again and quickly burrowed underground.

“Damn it.”

Mo Cangqin gripped his blade tightly, took a deep breath, his chest swelling like an inflated balloon.

“Slash!”

He swung his blade in midair, leaving a white streak.

Lin Yi’s expression remained indifferent as a black shadow emerged from the ground, taking the blow head-on.

It was Xiao Hei.

What shocked everyone more was the faint black aura surrounding the python.

The blade that Mo Cangqin had swung with all his might was completely absorbed by Xiao Hei’s protective aura.

It is known that beasts do not cultivate; they rely only on their powerful bodies and special talents.

“This is a spirit beast!”

Everyone’s eyes blazed with excitement.

Even the usually composed Monk Jingkong showed a hint of greed.

“Everyone, this black python has committed many evils. Today, I shall eradicate this menace!” Jingkong declared righteously. As he spoke, a golden inverted bell formed around him.

It was the Shaolin ultimate skill, the Golden Bell Shield.

“That old bald monk,” Mo Cangqin’s eyes flashed with anger. Earlier, Jingkong hadn’t used his full strength against the python.

But now that things got serious, everyone was acting more diligently.