Strongest War Emperor

”Damn it, you dare mess with us!” a burly guy behind them roared, stepping forward to start a fight.

Sun Hongwen reached out and gently pushed the man aside. Pouting, he said, ”Ooh, my dear Junior Brother, to be honest, you’re not the first person to talk like this. But so far, every single one of those disobedient little things ended up lying in bed for a few months. Now, they’re all as meek as lambs. I think you’re just so handsome, I couldn’t bear to see you in such a sorry state. So, I’ll give you three days to think it over. In that time, you can go ask around and see if what I’m saying is true, okay?”

”Oh, you... It’s a good thing it was me who came today. If it had been anyone else, you’d be in for it by now.”

With that, Sun Hongwen turned to leave with his four companions.

”Hold on.” Shen Lang stopped them.

”Ooh, has our little junior brother seen the light so quickly? You really are the man I’ve got my eye on—OUCH!”

Before Sun Hongwen could finish, Shen Lang’s fist connected with his nose. Blood immediately gushed out, and Sun Hongwen clutched his face with both hands, letting out a wolf-like howl.

”You’re fucking asking to die!” the four men behind him roared.

However, they had only taken two steps forward when an impossibly frigid aura burst forth from Shen Lang, causing them to freeze in place, their teeth chattering uncontrollably.

”This is bad! This kid is cultivating a technique similar to the Ice Technique!” one of them yelled.

The four immediately circulated their Spiritual Power to resist the terrifyingly cold energy.

The next moment, Shen Lang strode forward and, with a flurry of slaps left and right, sent the four men flying and screaming through the air.

THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD!

As the four men crashed to the ground, Shen Lang’s icy gaze fell upon Sun Hongwen, who was still clutching his nose and wailing in agony.

A vicious glint appeared in Sun Hongwen’s eyes. With a flick of his wrist, he threw his pink silk scarf. The soft fabric instantly went taut, becoming as sharp as a razor as it sliced toward Shen Lang’s neck.

At such close range, so sharp an attack would have instantly beheaded anyone else.

Shen Lang extended a single finger and tapped the incoming scarf, which immediately began to spin rapidly on his fingertip.

Then, with a flick of his finger, Shen Lang sent the blade-like scarf flying. It instantly sliced into the abdomen of one of the men who had just struggled to his feet and was about to charge.

The man, a bent blade of grass still dangling from his lips, looked down in horror at the scarf buried in his abdomen. He let out a bloodcurdling scream, ”Quick! The antidote... GURGLE...”

He collapsed, foaming at the mouth, his words cut short.

To think Sun Hongwen’s silk scarf was laced with a deadly poison!

”You were ready to kill me over two Spirit Stones? It seems the rules of the Profound Dao Sect don’t mean much to you,” Shen Lang said, his icy gaze sweeping over Sun Hongwen.

The scoundrel’s face was a bloody mess. He took two steps back, his hands rapidly forming a series of Hand Seals. Behind him, the massive phantom of a Violent Ape slowly began to rise.

”You damn bastard! I was so fond of you, and you actually hit me! Hitting me is one thing, but you hit my face! This isn’t over!”

Sun Hongwen’s face was twisted into a grotesque mask. Combined with the bloodstains, he looked absolutely terrifying.

”Violent Ape Monument-Opening Hand!”

As Sun Hongwen cried out, the Violent Ape’s eyes turned blood-red. It roared at the sky, then swiped its sharp claws down toward Shen Lang’s head.

Although it was only the phantom of a Martial Soul, far from being fully materialized, the Ape’s claws were as sharp as blades, glinting with a cold light. A normal person would never be able to withstand such a blow.

Fighting was not forbidden within the Profound Dao Sect, but killing was.

First, Sun Hongwen had tried to decapitate Shen Lang with a poisoned scarf, and now he was using his Violent Ape Martial Soul to attack Shen Lang’s head again. He was clearly trying to kill him, something he likely wouldn’t dare attempt without powerful backing.

Shen Lang snorted. In a flash, he shifted to the right, dodging the Violent Ape’s claw. He then lunged forward with an Arrow Step Punch, once again smashing his fist into Sun Hongwen’s nose.

Although he was still holding back, a flicker of anger made him add a bit more force to this punch.

Sun Hongwen was still marveling at Shen Lang’s ghostly speed when the punch landed. With a wretched howl, he was sent flying backward.

Just then, he felt a rush of air from his left and right—the other three men had scrambled to their feet and were launching a fierce assault.

One of the four was still on the ground, poisoned and foaming at the mouth. The remaining three, furious, attacked with their full strength, clearly intending to kill Shen Lang.

Unfortunately for them, the person they were facing was not the Qi Martial Realm Fifth Heaven disciple their information suggested.

To Shen Lang, Martial Artists at the Qi Martial Realm were no different from children, no matter how astonishing their Martial Souls or how domineering their Cultivation Techniques.

Shen Lang stood quietly, his arms hanging at his sides, seemingly with no intention of dodging.

Just as their attacks were about to land, Shen Lang lashed out with his legs, delivering three swift kicks to their chests.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

With three dull thuds, the men were sent flying like kites with their strings cut, as if competing to see who could ”fly higher.”

Shen Lang looked up. From the wooden huts scattered in the distance, many people were peeking out to watch the commotion.

When they met his gaze, all those fellow disciples quickly retracted their heads, and not one of them uttered a sound.

Shen Lang glanced coldly at the men wailing on the ground and said calmly, ”This time you came looking for trouble, and I only broke a few of your ribs. Next time, I’ll break your legs. Go back and tell Yan Qi and Tian Hao that if they’re smart, they’ll stay far away from me. Otherwise, I’ll make them regret being born. Now, scram.”

His voice wasn’t loud, and his tone was perfectly calm, but the chill it carried made the five men on the ground shiver, momentarily forgetting even to cry out in pain.

A moment later, they came to their senses and began to scream even more wretchedly.

Sun Hongwen in particular, the only one of the five who could still barely stand, looked at Shen Lang with such a mournful expression he seemed on the verge of tears.

’Scram? Several of us have broken ribs, how are we supposed to scram? Isn’t he just making things difficult for us...’

Just then, a figure came running from the distance, shouting long before he arrived, ”Shen Lang! Junior Brother Shen!”

”Senior Brother Donghong, what’s the rush? Is something wrong?” A faint smile appeared on Shen Lang’s face.

The newcomer was none other than Zheng Donghong, who had entered Songdu Peak at the same time as Shen Lang.

Zheng Donghong looked at the men wailing on the ground and groaned inwardly. ’It’s over. I’m too late. I knew this would happen...’

He shot Shen Lang a meaningful look, then waved and called out to the onlookers, ”A few senior brothers, come and help! They’re injured! Quick, take them to get treated!”

As he spoke, he pulled Shen Lang into his hut. ”Junior Brother Shen, you’re in huge trouble!”

”Are you trying to tell me they have connections? I’ll beat them up whether they have connections or not. Go on, tell me. Let’s see just how powerful their backers are,” Shen Lang said, pulling over a chair and sitting down.

Zheng Donghong stared blankly for a moment, then sighed. ”Those guys run with Tian Hao and Yan Qi, and both of them have serious backing. Don’t you see? Why do you think they can act like this all over Songdu Peak with no one stopping them? Why won’t even the senior brothers with higher Cultivation levels lift a finger?”

Seeing Shen Lang’s unconcerned expression, Zheng Donghong’s tone grew more urgent. ”Tian Hao’s grandfather is the chief Elder of Songdu Peak! He’s a grand-uncle to us all, a man who can call the shots on this entire peak! What’s more, his older brother is an elite disciple of Heaven-Reaching Peak, a personal disciple of the Sect Leader! And as for Yan Qi, his cousin is Cai Chaoqun! His Cultivation has already reached the Spirit Martial Realm Sixth Heaven, and he’s number one among the Four great disciples of our generation in the Profound Dao Sect. He’s a real powerhouse...”

”An Elder and an elite disciple. No wonder they’re so arrogant,” Shen Lang chuckled, sounding completely unfazed.

Seeing that Shen Lang’s expression hadn’t changed in the slightest, Zheng Donghong gave a bitter smile. ”Now that you’ve offended them, your life on Songdu Peak will be impossible. What are you going to do? They’ll be back, and they’ll bring more powerful people with them...”

When Shen Lang remained silent, Zheng Donghong quickly relayed all the information he had gathered from the other disciples the previous night.

Yan Qi was known as one of the three ”terrors” of the Profound Dao Sect. The other two were his cousin, Cai Chaoqun, and a disciple named Mo Ge.

However, you could only say that in front of Yan Qi himself; you would never dare say it to the other two.

The other two would never agree to be mentioned in the same breath as Yan Qi.

Cai Chaoqun was called a terror because the man was built like a bull and fought like a War God. If his legs were broken, he would crawl over and strangle his enemy to death. If his hands were broken, he would use his teeth. He could face an army of thousands without fear and cut a bloody path through them without batting an eye.

Mo Ge was called a terror because he had arrived at the Profound Dao Sect while being hunted.

No one knew how many people or powers he had offended on his journey, but he was being pursued by close to a thousand people. By the time he reached the foot of the Profound Dao Sect’s mountain, only a few of those pursuers were left, and he had carved an incredibly gruesome, bloody path to get there.

By then, Mo Ge himself was a man drenched in blood. It is said that the few disciples who were guarding the sect gate that day, having witnessed his Asura-like form, still take the long way around whenever they see him.

Even caked in blood, his gaze was said to be impossibly cold, as if he felt no pain and knew no fear.

The crucial part was, at the time, Mo Ge was not yet ten years old.

As for Yan Qi, he was just a reckless fool.

Cai Chaoqun was a terror, but a true one—fearless and brave, like a War God.

Mo Ge was a terror because of his extraordinary mindset. Even as a child, people kept their distance in fear, as if from a God of Slaughter.

But Yan Qi’s reputation as a terror was purely because he was brainless. He acted without any thought for the consequences, never using his head.

That was why, for many in the Profound Dao Sect, they would rather offend the War God, Cai Chaoqun, or the God of Slaughter, Mo Ge, than cross a fool like Yan Qi.