Chapter 3: The Power of One Punch!

s a mountain of ores. They were crystal clear and of high quality, all mid-grade ores, roughly estimated to be around 30,000."The exchange rate of Yuan stones is one hundred." Wang Xuan pursed his lip..."You." Wang Ya's face turned extremely ugly.

This Wang Xuan actually dares to challenge himself

For the past six months, Wang Xuan had been terrified of him, cowering in fear and being abused like a dog. Now, where did he get the courage

When everyone saw Li Po being killed, the crowd froze.

Wang Xuen turned around.

But seeing Bai Suyi, Mu Qingyue behind her, three thousand strands of blue silk like a waterfall cascaded down her back, with a few strands playfully sticking to her flawless white cheeks. At this moment, her eyes widened in astonishment, her small mouth slightly open, as if she was lost in thought.

"From now on, no one will ever hurt you again!"

Wang Xuan smiled gently. Although the older sister was beautiful, he didn't act like a pig.

And if this scene were to be seen by the emperors and empresses of the ancestral realm, I'm afraid it would cause a great upheaval throughout the world.

Cold and ruthless, he treated the world's beauty as dirt. Even celestial maidens and peerlessly beautiful women would dance for him, but he would just sneer at them. Now, he was actually smiling at a girl with no martial arts skills.

"Um"

Wang Xuan's eyebrows raised slightly, his gaze falling on the whip marks on Mu Qingxue's arm. He had been so engrossed in his own cultivation that he hadn't noticed them before.

His face turned even colder: "My wife is someone you can touch"

Oh!

As Wang Xuan's right foot landed on the ground, his entire being erupted with martial energy, causing a gust of wind to swirl around him. His figure dashed towards Wang Ya at lightning speed.

"Wang Xuan, don't!"

Behind him rose a girl's anxious voice. Wang Xuan understood that Mu Qingyue hadn't expected him to dare to fight Wang Ya for her sake, and was clearly worried.

Although there is no real relationship between him and Mu Qingyue, anyone who dares to harm the wife of the Imperial Prince is absolutely unforgivable!

"The Ninth Layer of the Soul Condensing Realm It can't be wrong!"

"Wang Xuan has really cultivated martial arts!"

"How is that possible Didn't he not have a Martial Soul"

Feeling the martial spirit emanating from the young man, everyone was astonished.

To know, back then this dandy was enamored by the martial arts beauty Nie Xiansang, his soul was captivated. After realizing he had no fighting spirit, his heart plummeted. Following the death of the old patriarch, he became a pathetic shell, only able to bully his wife at home.

Now he not only cultivates martial arts, but also dares to challenge Wang Ya

"Bold!"

With a roar, a figure flashed, and a lanky young man in grey robes stood before Wang Ya, his expression cold and dismissive.

"You think that by practicing martial arts you can act recklessly and defy all rules A toad wants to eat a swan, a reptile dares to compete with a heavenly dragon!"

Ahhh!!!

Soul power erupted, a giant azure wolf phantom rising behind the youth in gray robes. It reared its head and let out a roar towards the full moon in the night sky.

A human-level three-ranked martial soul----Qing You Wolf!

Wang Lang's right hand rapidly transformed into a sharp wolf claw. With a swipe, the claw ripped through the air, revealing the undeniable aura of a Xuan Yuan realm first-level cultivator.

Wang Lang is a descendant of the San Changlao lineage, Wang Ya's follower. He has been making trouble for Wang Xuan for the past six months, even physically assaulting him.

Wang Lang believes that this time will be no exception!

Wang Xuan's eyes were calm and still. Facing the beast claw as large as a fan, he simply punched out with an unremarkable fist.

No matter whether it is a Martial Soul, martial arts technique or skill, they all have ranks, from low to high: Human, Spirit, Ghost, King, Saint, and God, with nine grades within each.

He is a mere individual-level beast spirit, only capable of partially transforming his body. He had seen countless spirits of the Spirit Beast rank before.

'Bang!'

Fists and claws, a dull clash.

A powerful blast of air swept out from the center of the two, shattering tables and chairs around them. Leaves exploded into dust.

"Wow!!"

Wang Lang painfully sprayed blood, flew backward, crashed into a large tree in the corner of the yard, and then rebounded to the ground.

Silence.

Silent.

The courtyard fell into a deathly silence, everyone staring in stunned disbelief.

Only seeing, Wang Xuan only swayed his body slightly, then retracted his fist indifferently in place.

Wang Xuan actually struck with one blow, sending Wang Lang flying

The crowd was completely dumbfounded, the scene before them felt too surreal.

"How is that possible With the Soul Condensing Ninefold Realm, a higher realm should be crushing!"

"My god! A Beast Soul warrior who is turning the tide with a single strike!"

"Hiss~~~~, when will the young leader be able to cultivate martial arts, not only has he reached the ninth level, but his combat power is so terrifying"

"...."

Wang Xuan ignored the shocked exclamations around him and walked step by step towards Wang Lang.

"Do you think I am still the same person I used to be"

Wang Xuan flashed a harmless smile, but in Wang Lang's eyes, it sent shivers down his spine.

This is what a fight between warriors is like, it's really exhilarating!

If one can crush their opponents outright, who would resort to using poison

"Stay away from me!"

Wang Lang's beast claws transformed back into his right hand, trembling violently, blood dripping from between his fingers.

"Little one, little Chieftain... I was wrong, please forgive me!"

Wang Lang was terrified and desperately crawled backward, unwilling to meet the same fate as Old Li.

"Arrogance, cease harming others!"

Suddenly, a silver-clad young man and a pink-skirted girl flashed into the room, standing before Wang Xuan, each with a long sword on their back.

The young boy's name was Wang He, and the girl was his elder sister. Both of them were at the third level of the Xuan Yuan Realm in terms of martial arts.

The siblings were also Wang Ya's lackeys, but they used to be...

Wang Xuan was slightly stunned, and gradually a look of concern appeared on his face: "How have you guys been living after becoming Wang Ya's lackeys"

Wang He and Wang Yan, who were originally looking proud and aloof, gasped in surprise.

"Damn it!" Wang He was furious, how could he not hear that Wang Xuan was insulting him and his sister.

Wang Yan blushed and said, "We've abandoned the dark for the light. You are a good-for-nothing."

Wang Xuan: "No matter how much you used to warm my bed and serve me drinks, obey my orders, come back, my loyal followers."

"Don't listen to his nonsense, I didn't warm the bed for him..." Wang Yan hurriedly explained.

The villagers' faces were strange. The siblings had indeed been Wang Xuan's followers, but after Wang Xuan fell from power, they immediately betrayed him and pledged allegiance to Wang Ya.

"You've cut your mouth," Wang Yan was furious. She pulled out the long sword from her back and stabbed it towards the boy's mouth.

Her footwork was incredibly nimble, her swordlight dazzling, and her swordsmanship was unpredictable, giving people a feeling of being inescapable.

Flying Cloud Sword Technique!

This is the basic sword technique of the royal family. It is light and swift when performed, with sword moves like flowing clouds and water, containing an endless stream of artistic conception. It belongs to the category of human-level second-rank martial arts!

"It's over, Wang Xuan is really done for this time! As his cultivation level increases, fighting across tiers will become increasingly difficult."

"Wang Yan and Wang He are bad people, but they are extremely talented in kendo!"

"That's right, the siblings awakened to sword-type martial souls and have always been devoted to researching sword techniques. Their swordsmanship is superb, and their cultivation surpasses Wang Lang by far."

"Wang Xuan sent Wang Lang flying with one punch, but I bet he couldn't withstand five swords under Wang Yan's blade!"

"Five swords Hmph, that's an exaggeration. Wang Yan was clearly enraged, pushing the Flying Cloud Sword Technique to its limits. I bet you three swords."

"Alright, I'll bet next month's stipend one gold stone...""Wang Xuan was slightly surprised.The boy in white martial robes was none other than the junior disciple of his niece, Mu Ling'er."Wang Ge, let's go." Su Xiaoshi said softly, heading towards the fores...