Chapter 169: Don't stop, keep going!

Having taken the reassuring pill given by the ancestor, Bai Changxiong stood up and said in a deep voice:

"Bai Changhe, Bai Changyun, the two of you go up and accept the challenge. Since the Ma and Fang families wish to infringe upon our territory, let them know how the word 'death' is written!"

"Understood, Patriarch!"

Bai Changhe and Bai Changyun responded with a bow, then stepped onto the ring with murderous intent.

These two were also half-step grandmasters of the Bai family.

Although Bai Changsong and Bai Changyu had died under bizarre circumstances moments before, the two of them felt very little fear.

After all, what they were about to face were merely two martial artists at the peak of the Dark Realm, lagging two minor realms behind them.

On any ordinary day, either of them could handle more than a dozen martial artists of this caliber simultaneously.

Stepping onto the ring and looking at the scrawny Ma Yiming opposite him, Bai Changyun said coldly, "Kid, if you don't want to be carried off horizontally, kneel and surrender immediately, and I might spare your life!"

"Cut the crap, you're just a half-step grandmaster acting all high and mighty. Our patriarch just slaughtered one of your kind!" Ma Yiming glared with his small eyes and snapped back without a shred of cowardice.

"Haha~~~"

Ma Yiming's remark immediately provoked roaring laughter from the members of the Ma family and the other martial artists present, excluding the Bai family.

Seated on the high platform, Chen Xian could not help the corners of his mouth curl into a smile: This Ma Yiming really knows how to talk back!

At the same time, Chen Xian released two strands of spiritual divine will once again, quietly enveloping Ma Yiming and Fang Daimo on the rings.

One was his important subordinate, and the other his future father-in-law; he could not simply stand by and watch them beaten to death on the ring by the Bai family.

Hearing this, Bai Changyun was so enraged he felt as though a mouthful of old blood was about to spray from his throat.

Damn it, the world has truly changed. Even a puny martial artist at the peak of the Dark Realm dared to run his mouth in front of a half-step grandmaster—something that had never happened before.

Taking a deep breath to suppress the urge to vomit blood, Bai Changyun barked coldly, "You choose the path to heaven which has no door, yet barge into the pathless hell. I will grant your wish and send you to meet King Yama!"

"Stop yakking like an old hag!" Ma Yiming retorted.

As a dignified half-step grandmaster, being repeatedly insulted by a mere peak Dark Realm martial artist flushed Bai Changyun's face bright red with fury. With a furious roar, he yelled, "Little bastard, go to hell!"

With those words, he immediately unleashed his ultimate technique, the Mountain-Crushing Fist. His body sprang high into the air, and clutching his iron fists, he plummeted downward to smash right at the top of scrawny Ma Yiming's head.

The momentum was truly astonishing. Even the martial artists watching from beneath the ring could feel the terrifying pressure, as if a small mountain were crashing down upon them.

As the person directly targeted, Ma Yiming felt a flicker of terror in his small eyes.

"Don't be afraid. Entrust your body to me." At that very moment, Grandmaster Chen's voice echoed in Ma Yiming's ear.

The voice seemed to possess a mysterious, calming power.

Hearing it, the fear in Ma Yiming's heart receded completely like the receding tide.

Immediately afterward, he felt as though he had lost control of his own body. His arms began to move in accordance with an exquisite trajectory, and the true qi within his dantian surged at extreme speed through a special meridians pathway, ultimately gathering at his fists.

Ma Yiming had a bizarre illusion, as if he were drawing strength directly from the earth beneath his feet.

His fists possessed a terrifying might, capable of shattering even a small mountain.

"Giant Arm Divine Fist!!!" Ma Yiming roared out loud.

He smashed his fists fiercely toward the incoming Bai Changyun. A thunderous roar burst from his arms, and two terrifying fist projections shot out from his iron fists, heading straight for the hurtling Bai Changyun.

At that instant, sensing the vast pressure emanating from the fist projections, Bai Changyun was struck with panic: Damn it, what on earth is going on here?

It was bad enough that Ma Tian, who was at the Great 圆满 (Complete) Dark Realm, had struck sheer luck and attained sudden enlightenment under immense pressure to display the hundred-percent might of the Giant Arm Divine Fist.

Now, a little bastard at the peak of the Dark Realm had actually cultivated this technique to the realm of perfection as well.

Unable to shake off the overwhelming fist intent that filled the air, Bai Changyun had no choice but to grit his teeth and meet it head-on with his Mountain-Crushing Fist.

Crack! Crack!

Ah!!!

The fist projections collided with Bai Changyun's iron fists, instantly producing a dense succession of shattering bone sounds, followed by shrill, ghost-like screams.

Bai Changyun's body was sent flying backward like a shot humanoid bird, vomiting blood continuously in mid-air.

Boom! Rumbling!

Accompanied by a deafening crash, Bai Changyun's body slammed heavily into the ground, gouging out a large crater amidst a billow of dust. Every bone in his body was shattered, his internal organs ruptured, and life had already left him.

Meanwhile, on the other ring, Bai Changhe and Fang Daimo had also locked in combat.

Bai Changhe met the same fate as Bai Changyun, blasted backward off the ring by Fang Daimo's surging Azure Abyss Palm.

Letting out an intensely shrill scream, Bai Changhe soared outside the ring and smashed heavily into the ground, creating a deep crater and dying on the spot.

Thud! Thud!

Unable to remain seated any longer, Bai Changxiong, the Patriarch of the Bai family, and the ancestor Bai Wufun abruptly stood up from their seats on the high platform. Their faces were dark and gloomy, resembling the heavy clouds gathering before a summer thunderstorm.

"You two needn't be so agitated. This is only just the beginning!" Sitting calmly, Chen Xian smiled toward the two of them.

Bai Changxiong could not restrain his anger as he snapped, "Chen Xian, you must have used some sorcery, you..."

"What sorcery could I possibly have used? Do tell. If you can't produce evidence, shut your mouth. Otherwise, I won't be polite, and I'll make you understand what 'a grandmaster cannot be insulted' means." The expression on Chen Xian's face turned solemn, and a terrifying murderous intent radiated from him.

Bai Changxiong instantly felt the surrounding temperature drop by dozens of degrees, as if plunging into the nine netherworlds. Every hair on his body stood on end, and he shivered uncontrollably.

"Enough! Changxiong, sit down!" The voice of the ancestor rang out, and a formidable yet gentle energy enveloped Bai Changxiong, instantly erasing his terrifying sensation.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Bai Changxiong sat back down.

Glaring fiercely at Chen Xian without another word, Bai Wufun also took his seat.

The stunning and beautiful female host announced, "Ma Yiming of the Ma family is the victor, and zone XX of the Bai family shall be incorporated into the Ma family's territory; Fang Daimo of the Fang family is the victor, and zone XX of the Bai family shall be incorporated into the Fang family's territory."

As the host's words fell, Ma Yiming spat toward the corpse on the ground, "Pbah, just a half-step grandmaster, acting like he was something special!"

With that, he hopped off the ring.

Fang Daimo stepped down from the ring as well.

Chen Xian smiled and said, "Ma family, Fang family, carry on. Don't stop!"

The members of the Bai family were so angry they almost coughed up blood. Yet, the rules were set in stone, leaving them with no recourse. Whenever members of these two major families challenged them, they either had to accept or forfeit their territory.