Along Jiang Road, a Hummer and a sports coupe sped one after another, the latter in close pursuit. The distance between them was less than ten meters.

The sports coupe was faster, however, and at this rate, it would catch up within five minutes. But the person inside it seemed unable to wait. A young man stuck his head out of the window, grabbed the frame above the door with both hands, and slithered out like an eel to stand on the car's roof.

"The sword is in your car!" the young man shouted toward the Hummer ahead. He stood on the roof, unmoved by the howling wind, his hands clasped behind his back. His clothes whipped loudly as a smile played on his lips. "I only want the sword! Otherwise, I'll destroy both you and your car!"

Naturally, this scene was captured by the photographer in the helicopter following closely overhead. In an instant, it sent viewers, both online and on TV, into an absolute frenzy.

At over a hundred miles per hour, he had easily flipped from inside the car to the roof??

What kind of god is this?

To the ordinary people watching, it was nothing short of a divine ability. Look at him standing on that roof, as steady as Mount Tai. What a display of might and power!!

"That guy... he isn't planning to jump onto the Hummer, is he?"

"I bet he's definitely going to jump."

"How powerful does a Fist Master have to be to do something like that?"

"..."

Countless people were discussing it fervently, eagerly anticipating the moment he would leap. He had to jump. Why else would he climb onto the roof? To enjoy the scenery?

「At the scene.」

When the Hummer didn't respond to his shout or show any sign of slowing, the young man on the roof simply laughed. "Damn trash. I gave you a chance. Since you failed to take it, I have no choice but to start killing!"

The words had barely left his lips.

BOOM!

With his legs, the young man pushed off the roof of the coupe. As light as a swallow, he soared through the air, shooting toward the Hummer like an arrow. It happened in the blink of an eye.

BANG!

He landed squarely on the roof of the Hummer. The metal buckled deeply under the force of his landing.

"Holy shit! They don't even film movies like this, do they?"

"He's like a god! Who could possibly stop him?"

"What an epic show! This is spectacular!"

The internet went wild. People wished they could dive through their computer screens to witness this incredible person's prowess firsthand.

The young man stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze fixed downward on the Hummer. "Kid, I'll say it one last time," he demanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Hand over the Ancestral Sword immediately!"

Inside the Hummer, Yang Hu's shoulder blade was sunken, and his body was drenched in blood. His complexion was ghastly pale. He glanced at the wooden box under the back seat, his eyes flashing with a menacing light.

Then, he wrenched the steering wheel, and the massive Hummer tilted sharply to one side, looking as if it was about to flip over.

And yet, the young man on the roof remained as steady as Mount Tai. His legs seemed rooted to the metal, keeping him as firm as a rock no matter how violently the vehicle swayed.

"Petty little tricks. You dare show them off in front of me?" The young man scoffed. Despite the severe shaking of the car, he lifted his other foot and stomped down hard.

BANG!!

The entire rooftop burst apart, countless cracks spiderwebbing outwards. A huge hole was ripped open where his foot landed, leaving the inside of the car completely exposed.

"You're merely Tenth-Level. What makes you think you can fight me?" The young man looked down on Yang Hu, his lips curling in disdain.

Yang Hu clenched the steering wheel, grinding his teeth. He was furious, yet utterly powerless. His injuries had been inflicted by this young man; a single palm strike from him had nearly cost him his life.

His opponent wasn't just Eleventh-Level. He was incredibly strong, seemingly far more formidable than an ordinary Eleventh-Level practitioner. Such a person either possessed unbelievable talent or a top-tier Cultivation Technique. Either way, his opponent's background had to be staggering.

"Right, is your surname Chen?" the young man suddenly asked, tilting his head as if remembering something.

"I'm your father! What do you think my surname is?" Yang Hu bellowed.

"Hah!" The young man laughed and lifted his foot again. "Since you're so determined to die, I'll be happy to oblige."

Just as he was about to bring his foot down, the air in front of him inexplicably tore open.

The young man frowned abruptly and looked up.

But Yang Hu laughed, a savage, triumphant sound. "Trash, you're the one who's going to die today!"

WHOOSH!!

What was once a faint sound now erupted like muffled thunder right beside him. A figure was hurtling toward them at incredible speed, wreathed in wisps of purple-gold light.

The young man's prideful, contemptuous expression vanished, replaced by utter shock. "What?!"

Is that... Thousand-Faced Yama? Thirteenth-Level... Thousand-Faced Yama. It can't be!

His pupils contracted. His face turned ashen in an instant, and his hands began to tremble involuntarily.

But the young man's reaction was undeniably swift. He spun around and launched himself back toward his own car at three times his previous speed. There was an accomplice in the coupe; with their combined strength, they might stand a chance, even against the Thirteenth-Level Thousand-Faced Yama.

But he had ultimately underestimated his opponent's speed.

The instant he turned, a violent gust of wind slammed into him, nearly lifting him off his feet.

"This—" The young man's eyes bulged, and his mouth opened as if to call for help from his accomplice in the coupe.

BANG!!

Before he could utter a single word, his body was struck as if by a high-speed train. Every bone snapped as his vision went black. A spray of blood erupted from his mouth as he was thrown, crashing brutally onto the road more than ten meters away.

THUD.

Like a boneless creature, his body lay grotesquely distorted, having lost all semblance of a human form.

"What... what was that?"

"Who in the hell was that master?"

"Damn, taken out in one punch??"

"..."

The audience glued to their screens were dumbfounded, their mouths agape. They had all clearly witnessed the young man's terrifying power.

And yet... he was taken down in a single move??

But as for the newcomer... the earlier gust of wind had violently shaken the helicopter overhead. The footage was now a blurry mess, making it impossible to see the person's face. They could only vaguely sense that it was probably a young man.

What made them grind their teeth in frustration was that the camera was now pulling away, making it difficult to even see the cars on the ground anymore.

"What kind of garbage livestream is this, crapping out at the most crucial moment?"

"Are you kidding me?!"

Angry curses flooded the screen. In reality, the helicopter had nearly crashed from the force of that gust. Having barely stabilized the airframe, the pilot wasn't about to risk sticking around.

The person now standing on the roof of Yang Hu's Hummer was, of course, Chen Yang.

"Yang Hu, how are you?" Chen Yang asked.

Yang Hu managed a weak smile. "It's nothing serious. I'm not dead yet."

"Then wait here for a moment."

With that, Chen Yang leaped off the Hummer and walked toward the sports coupe. More precisely, he walked toward the middle-aged man who had just stepped out of it.

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