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Under the terrified gazes of the crowd, Lufan assumed a sword-drawing stance, exuding an aura of extreme danger that sent chills down everyone's spine and made their hair stand on end.
The Fourth Prince felt as if he were a small rabbit being watched by a massive ferocious beast, trembling uncontrollably as he sensed the dread in his heart. He couldn't help but exclaim, "What is that?"
"That is 'Momentum'! Only martial arts masters can comprehend 'Momentum!'" said a relatively slender elder among the two Elders in Black behind the Fourth Prince, his expression grave.
"Impossible!" The Fourth Prince clearly did not believe it. "He is merely a Third-Rank Martial Practitioner; how could he possibly possess 'Momentum'?"
He knew what 'Momentum' was—a unique ability that could only be grasped by encountering a master. It was immensely powerful; any martial arts master who mastered 'Momentum' would no longer be bound by the constraints of their country and would be treated as a distinguished guest wherever they went. Just from this point, one could understand the tremendous power of 'Momentum.'
Now, suddenly being told that the country bumpkin he had just looked down upon moments ago actually possessed 'Momentum' was something he found hard to accept.
"We were all mistaken; he is not an ordinary genius but a monstrous talent capable of competing with core disciples of super sects, someone beyond common reasoning—a true prodigy!" the slender elder lamented. "I thought it was a barbaric land, but I didn't expect that in this small Qingyang City, there lurks a true dragon."
"Are you saying he is on the same level as that Demon Sect Sorceress? I don't believe it! Such prodigies don't even exist in our Silver Moon Sect. He is just an ordinary citizen with no heritage and no resources; it's impossible for him to cultivate to such a level!" The Fourth Prince raised his doubts.
"Indeed, this is a point of concern; there must be some underlying circumstances we are unaware of."
"Wait, this is not complete 'Momentum'!" Suddenly, another elder with a larger build spoke up. "Otherwise, we wouldn't be so relaxed!"
The Slim Elder contemplated carefully: "That's right; this is 'False Momentum.' This young man has only reached a subtle level and has not yet formed his own unique 'Momentum.' Otherwise, we would have already been suppressed to the point of immobility. As it stands now, we only feel discomfort in our hearts; our strength has not been significantly suppressed."
"Then we should capture him now; otherwise, it will lead to endless troubles in the future!" The Fourth Prince's expression hardened as he prepared to take action.
"Your Highness, please wait!" Slim Elder stopped the Fourth Prince's actions. "Now is not the time to act impulsively. Since this young man has already entered a profound state, he must have transformed his True Blood. His strength cannot be measured by ordinary standards; he is clearly gathering power. The first person to act will undoubtedly face his thunderous strike, so we must not be careless!
Moreover, the closer you get to him, the greater the pressure you will feel. Look at those people below."
The Fourth Prince looked down and found that the onlookers were all showing signs of fear, unable to move. Even the nine personal guards with Fourth Rank strength were similarly affected, indicating that Slim Elder's words were likely true.
However, he still felt unwilling: "Are we just going to let him build up his momentum? Wouldn't that make it even harder to deal with him later?"
"For now, we can only observe the situation. No one knows how powerful his sword strike will be; rushing in would not be wise."
The Fourth Prince glanced at Lufan, gritted his teeth, and ultimately did not take action. Slim Elder was a respected elder in their clan, known for his extensive knowledge; his words certainly held weight.
Yet he felt a strong sense of resentment in his heart. As a prince, it was frustrating to think that his talent could not compare to that of a country bumpkin like Lufan, which gave rise to intense jealousy.
Li Zheng also heard Slim Elder's words and felt a chill in his heart. He immediately became cautious and remained on high alert.
...
Lufan lowered his eyes, his expression solemn. Slim Elder was right; he was indeed gathering power.
Uncle Fu had once mentioned to him that 'momentum' has both virtual and real aspects. After a Martial Cultivator reaches a profound understanding, the unique aura they possess can be termed 'virtual momentum.' It has the power to intimidate but lacks direct harm; specifically, it resembles an effect that frightens others.
When a Martial Cultivator condenses their momentum into something tangible, they gain various extraordinary abilities. Only then does it represent the complete 'momentum' unique to Martial Cultivators.
Now Lufan was using an initial stance to elevate the oppressive aura he had gained from his breakthrough to its limits, intimidating everyone present.
The first to react were the nine armored guards. At that moment, they saw Lufan gathering his strength. Even though their hearts were as hard as iron and they knew this was the best time to attack, they were instinctively struck by fear from Lufan's aura. They found themselves unable to move, paralyzed by their own trepidation, and could only remain in place, cautiously adopting a defensive stance.
At this time, Lufan's deep voice resonated: "I have been in Qingyang City for over eight years. What I have seen and heard is full of misfortune. Since Li Zheng took control of Qingyang City, the people have suffered greatly; orphans are everywhere, evoking pity.
Herbalists risk their lives to gather herbs in the mountains, and even if they manage to bring something back, they are often robbed and killed by bandits on their way home. The abundance of orphans in the city is largely due to this. If an herbalist is fortunate enough to escape a disaster, upon returning to the city, they must hand over half of their earnings, enduring severe exploitation.
The Li Clan is guilty of three crimes. First, the city lord Li Zheng sends guards from his residence to the mountains disguised as bandits to kill herbalists and seize their goods for personal gain. Within the city, he rules with an iron fist; anyone who expresses dissatisfaction faces slaughter—how tyrannical!
Second, his second son Li Ran is a bully with a cruel nature who takes pleasure in torturing others; no one, young or old, can escape his clutches—he has no humanity.
Third, there is the eldest son Li Hao, whose heart is as vicious as a beast. He uses the orphans in the city for experiments to cultivate demonic techniques and then turns them into Blood Demon Pills. His methods are so brutal that they are beyond comprehension; the cruelty of his actions sends chills down one’s spine.
Such deeds are heinous and unforgivable; it is hard to believe that you royal family members are unaware of them, yet I have never seen any punishment enacted.
What just happened is right before your eyes, yet you choose to obfuscate the truth with your words, trying to muddle through.
You speak of laws while enforcing violence; you speak of violence while citing laws. Right and wrong are defined by you; your laws boil down to mere power. Those who wield power can distort truth and act as they please—what kind of royal family is this!
Since this is the case, I will use my strength to sweep away everything. Months ago in the mountains, I killed Li Hao, eliminated bandits, and burned down their lair.
Today, I am here solely to slay Li Zheng. Whoever stands in my way shall die!"
As Lufan articulated this declaration word by word, people's expressions varied greatly. The Fourth Prince and others looked grim while Li Zheng and his associates wore cold expressions.
Most martial cultivators gradually shifted from surprise to anger because some information revealed by Lufan was simply too shocking, highlighting many horrifying tragedies.
A surge of anger rose in the hearts of the Martial Cultivators, directed towards the City Lord's Mansion and Li Zheng. Unbeknownst to them, they were influenced by Lufan's call to arms, igniting a sense of shared enmity.
As Lufan spoke, his aura gradually intensified. When the crowd resonated with him, his presence reached its peak, making the air feel almost solid. Dust on the ground began to float as if caught in an invisible wind.
The nine armored guards felt an unbearable pressure, as if countless blades were pointed at them. They shivered, their movements stiffening.
With the final word of death spoken, Lufan opened his eyes wide, revealing a piercing gaze filled with divine authority and a chilling light that captivated all.
Clang!
At that moment, he moved, shattering two green bricks beneath his feet. The Qing Mang sword was drawn, emitting a cold white light that stung the eyes.
Lufan moved with the sword, swiftly circling around. The sword light left a dazzling arc in the air, slicing through the necks of the nine armored guards in an instant.
Then he stomped down hard. The immense force caused the ground paved with green bricks to sink, creating a shallow pit. With a loud explosion of air, Lufan's speed broke through its limits as he lunged towards the steps, his sword tip aimed directly at Li Zheng!
Behind him, the heads of the nine armored guards suddenly fell, bright red blood spraying out and dyeing the air a bizarre crimson hue, making Lufan appear as if a god of death had descended, exuding an overwhelming killing intent!
This sword technique was called "Ten Steps to Kill," where within ten steps, all would perish!
Thus, all ten elite guards of the City Lord's Mansion—ten Fourth Rank powerhouses known for their countless kills—were annihilated!
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