Chapter 105
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Chapter 105: As Easy as Squashing a Bug
The Feather of the Beast King could only be cultivated by the true king of beasts. It was considered the ultimate technique, meant for use only at the brink of death.
Zhang Yang made his move—he would not hold back. A beast of this caliber, if left alive, would only grow more dangerous in the future. His fearlessness did not mean the people of the Vast Forest were unafraid.
And so, he unleashed the four divine powers.
Diamond Dragon Divine Power!
Ice Spirit Power!
Slaughter Thunder Power!
Baxiang Power!
These four divine powers, drawn from the foundation of Nine Extremes True Essence, were far stronger than the earlier outburst of ten divine powers, their might now enhanced to a terrifying degree.
Bang!
He struck the Feather of the Beast King with a critical blow.
For a moment, there was a deadlock—then the feather let out a mournful wail and cracked before shooting into the ground.
Boom!
The force of Zhang Yang’s punch split the earth apart, sending the Golden-Winged Great Roc hurtling through the air.
He stepped forward, planting his foot on the Feather of the Beast King, then unleashed a punch of unmatched, overwhelming force at the fallen beast.
The Golden-Winged Great Roc, startled, flapped its wings violently. A golden Great Wind howled, transforming into two enormous golden long knives that slashed sideways.
Crack!
Zhang Yang shattered the attack in an explosion of golden shards, but the Golden-Winged Great Roc had already soared back into the sky, preparing another strike.
“Horrific Vanguard, attack!”
Kou Feiyan’s frenzied roar echoed from the tavern.
In the next instant, a terrifying force swept through the long street. The onlookers, who had gathered outside the tavern, recoiled in shock.
A chill ran down Zhang Yang’s spine. He sensed great danger.
Abandoning the Golden-Winged Great Roc, he turned sharply.
At the end of the street stood a hundred soldiers clad in Emerald Armor, wielding Emerald Long Knives and riding mighty Emerald Tigers. They charged forward in perfect formation.
Each knight was at Touching Heaven Realm Level Three.
Each tiger was at Level Four, equivalent to Touching Heaven Realm.
Their coordination was flawless. As they advanced, their power rapidly fused.
To the naked eye, it seemed like a hundred warriors on a hundred mounts.
But with a keen observation, it was as if there was only one rider and one mount—their strength merging, sublimating to an unimaginable peak, truly becoming one.
Even Zhang Yang, with his overwhelming power, sensed the looming threat.
For the first time, he took the initiative.
Stepping forward,
A bright golden light flashed as the Baxiang Divine Fire burned high. Slaughter Thunder rumbled loudly, shaking the air, while freezing cold spread everywhere.
Whoosh!
Zhang Yang appeared amidst the hundred tiger riders.
Golden light blazed brilliantly.
Divine fire scorched their bodies.
Lightning struck with devastating force.
Freezing cold encased everything in ice.
In an instant, their perfect formation collapsed into chaos.
The most terrifying aspect was the freezing cold—it instantly immobilized nearly half of them.
Only the leader of the tiger riders, his body surging with power, managed to break free from the ice. He leaped into the air, his long knife unleashing a torrent of blade energy as he charged toward Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang surged forward, cutting through the hundred tiger riders. Wherever he passed, either freezing cold or a storm of thunder and fire raged. As his feet touched the ground, he spun around and threw a punch.
Crack!
His fist shattered the long knife and struck the tiger rider leader’s chest with immense force. A domineering energy erupted from the leader’s back, spreading like a wave of light that engulfed the frozen tiger riders, blasting them apart.
Zhang Yang cast a glance at Kou Feiyan and said, “Warm-up’s done. Let’s see something more impressive.”
Kou Feiyan’s beautiful face twisted in frustration. Was this not impressive enough?
This was the limit of her power—anything beyond this required the strength of the older generation.
Her hands clenched the window ledge, cracking it beneath her grip.
She seethed with hatred.
Arrogant and overconfident, she had come here expecting victory, only to suffer a crushing, one-sided defeat.
Even as one of the top ten rising stars of the Great Xia Empire, she now realized that if Zhang Yang hadn’t been focused on killing the Golden-Winged Great Roc, she might have already lost.
Previously, she had dismissed the rumors that Zhang Yang had killed Mo Zhendao with a single strike.
Now, she believed them.
This man’s overwhelming strength filled her with fear.
“Heh heh…”
A voice filled with disdain and mockery shattered the silence.
In the stillness, the sound was jarring, drawing many gazes.
“The clown has finally taken the stage. Young Master loves a good show.”
Liu Feijue had arrived.
Compared to Kou Feiyan, his presence was even more imposing.
As a member of one of the five great families of the world’s largest commerce association, the Liu family held unrivaled influence in the Southern Region. This unspoken superiority radiated from Liu Feijue.
Zhang Yang’s lips curled into a faint smile. He knew that this Young Master Liu still hadn’t realized who had burned down the grand marketplace.
Of course, the slap in the face from that night hadn’t been painful enough. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have dared to show up today.
If it wasn’t painful enough, then it was time to make it hurt even more.
“Liu Feijue, do you know why I didn’t retaliate that night when you mocked me?” Zhang Yang asked. “Because I’m a simple man who believes in clear distinctions between gratitude and grudges. You gave me seven Golden Armored Giant Clans to help me destroy the Mo family, and I gave you face. Now, we’re even.”
Liu Feijue’s expression changed drastically.
On the street, everyone in the tavern turned to look at him in unison.
Especially Kou Feiyan—her gaze was as sharp as a blade.
Only Yi Ren Zui, standing quietly to the side with a smile, observed Zhang Yang closely. She realized he was preparing to strike against Liu Feijue, though she hadn’t expected him to be this ruthless from the start.
The annihilation of the Mo family had been Zhang Yang’s doing—a fact widely known.
Yet, many had wondered how he had accomplished it.
The Vast Forest, despite its strength, was under siege by the Demon Slayer Team’s revered leader, who commanded four armies, making large-scale operations nearly impossible.
So, how had Zhang Yang managed to obliterate the Mo family?
Now, the truth surfaced.
Was Liu Feijue involved?
Was he an accomplice?
Though Liu Feijue tried to maintain his composure, the implications were severe. With numerous rivals within the Liu family, it wouldn’t take much for them to exploit this situation, turning what seemed simple into something far more perilous.
Liu Feijue’s piercing gaze locked onto Zhang Yang as he spoke coldly, “Country bumpkin! Ant! You’re nothing but a lowlife! How dare you!”
Zhang Yang responded, “From this moment on, you’d better not provoke me, or you’ll regret it.”
“You little country bumpkin, ant—how dare you threaten me!” Liu Feijue roared in fury.
Zhang Yang, disgusted by Liu Feijue’s arrogance, sneered. “Go ahead, try me.”
“I’ll kill you!” Liu Feijue bellowed.
Zhang Yang, clasping his hands behind his back, retorted coldly, “Come on, let’s fight.”
He never shied away from a challenge from his peers.
“You think you’re worth my effort? Pfft!” Liu Feijue scoffed. “Look at you—a country bumpkin, an ant, a clown. Killing you would be as easy as squashing a bug.”
Whoosh!
A figure darted out from behind Liu Feijue.
This man bore a sword mark on his forehead, wielded a blade with a dazzling edge, and struck with lethal precision—his target: Zhang Yang’s throat.
Swift movements.
A sharp sword.
Murderous intent.
This was a true master.
Zhang Yang extended his right hand, enveloped in golden light, infused with Diamond Dragon Divine Power—naturally augmented by other divine forces, though lacking thunder, fire, or freezing cold.
He seized the sword.
Despite its terrifying sharpness, his Diamond Dragon Divine Power provided enough defense.
The key was sheer strength.
He ignored the sword entirely, gripping it tightly as he thrust forward, driving the blade straight into the man’s forehead.
The man growled, the sword mark on his forehead glowing brilliantly with sword light as he attempted to block the attack.
Crack!
Zhang Yang’s overwhelming power shattered the sword light and forced the blade deep into the man’s skull.
He collapsed, dead on the spot.
Zhang Yang dusted off his hands and remarked, “Well, that was as easy as squashing a bug.”
