Chapter 133: Ninth-Level Martial King

Wan Shengshu lay half-conscious beneath the stone wall beside the gate, blood constantly seeping from his mouth. His eyes were filled with disbelief. He had no idea how he could have been defeated by a newcomer—a mere rookie. Were rookies really this formidable nowadays?

Amid the astonished gazes of Wan Shengshu’s fellow disciples, Wu Tian strode straight through the magnificent gate.

“Stop!”

At last, someone came to his senses and shouted at Wu Tian. “You injured Junior Brother Wan and think you can simply leave? We are fellow disciples, yet you struck him so viciously! No matter what, we are your seniors. You show no regard for our brotherhood at all. This is outrageous!”

“When you were mocking my boss, where was your concern for fellow disciples?” Niu Wuji retorted angrily. “Now that my boss has humiliated you, you start babbling about brotherhood. You people are really good at playing by double standards!”

“You’re nothing more than rookies promoted from a branch. Who knows whether you even have the qualifications to enter the headquarters of the Heaven-Equaling Sect? We were merely acting in the sect’s interests! You, on the other hand, do whatever you please and show no respect for your elders. You have no right to enter the Heaven-Equaling Sect!”

“Today, I’m going through the gates of the Heaven-Equaling Sect no matter what! What are you going to do about it, bite me?” Wu Tian swept his gaze over them and roared.

“How arrogant! A newcomer dares to act so outrageously! You don’t look like a disciple of the Heaven-Equaling Sect at all. Today, we’ll teach you, you insolent brat, a lesson on behalf of your master!”

“Exactly! How could a reckless fool like you possibly be a disciple of the Heaven-Equaling Sect? We should teach him some manners!”

“He injured Senior Brother Wan so badly. We must avenge him!”

“…”

Wan Shengshu’s fellow disciples all wore furious expressions as they drew their swords and pointed them at Wu Tian.

The instant they revealed their weapons, Wu Tian’s eyes turned cold. A wild and overbearing aura erupted from his body.

“Drawing your weapons means you intend to fight for real. Fine. Today, I’ll walk inside over your corpses!”

Everyone’s hearts trembled. They were frightened by Wu Tian’s aura. Those with weaker cultivation even found it difficult to breathe, as though an invisible hand were tightly squeezing their throats.

“Damn it! Attack together! I refuse to believe that more than a dozen of us can’t beat one newcomer!” One of the senior disciples charged forward with his sword, and the others rushed after him.

Yet Wu Tian stood motionless, without the slightest trace of nervousness. Though these dozen or so men were considered formidable among the younger generation—with even the weakest possessing the cultivation of a seventh-level Martial Spirit and the strongest reaching the ninth level—they were nothing but trash to Wu Tian now.

“Black Dragon Saber Art, First Form—Winds Rise and Clouds Surge!”

The Black Dragon Saber appeared in Wu Tian’s hand. With a single sweep, a violent whirlwind surged toward the group.

“Aaaah!”

As the whirlwind engulfed the dozen men, a series of agonized screams rang through the air. When the gale finally dispersed, they were all lying on the ground, groaning in pain.

“Know your limits,” Wu Tian sneered, withdrawing the Black Dragon Saber as he glanced at them.

The only response was the painful moaning of the dozen men and their incredulous gazes.

“How dare you! You actually caused trouble at the gates of the Heaven-Equaling Sect! You have no respect for the sect at all!”

At that moment, a furious shout rang out like a peal of thunder. Wu Tian felt an overwhelming force bearing down on him. His chest seemed to have been struck by a massive hammer, and the pain was unbearable. His body involuntarily began to crumple.

As for Niu Wuji, who stood beside him, he had already been forced flat onto the ground, unable even to lift a hand.

“What… what an immense aura!” The vital energy within Wu Tian surged chaotically. The tremendous pressure left him gasping for breath, but his powerful will kept him from collapsing.

“A disciple selected from a branch dares to act so arrogantly? You injured more than a dozen fellow disciples and show complete disrespect toward your elders. How could the Heaven-Equaling Sect possibly keep someone like you?”

The speaker slowly approached. He was a middle-aged man with sword-shaped brows and a gloomy gaze. He glared coldly at Wu Tian, and when he saw that Wu Tian had not fallen, the aura radiating from his body grew even more powerful.

Boom!

Wu Tian suddenly felt as though a great hammer had smashed into his head. The true energy within him instantly fell into disarray, and he nearly lost consciousness. Fortunately, he managed to endure it at the last moment.

Wu Tian stared painfully at the middle-aged man and gritted his teeth. “So what if I injured more than a dozen fellow disciples? They were the idiots who attacked first!”

“Hmph! Even now, you remain stubborn and defiant. How utterly insolent!”

The middle-aged man roared. His eyes widened, and an even more overwhelming aura surged toward Wu Tian.

Puff!

Wu Tian spat out a large mouthful of blood. His body was sent flying and crashed heavily into the wall. Yet when he slid down, he still did not fall. He remained standing unsteadily. Though his opponent was a powerful expert, Wu Tian would never submit. Even if he died, he would not bow his head.

Wu Tian did not know who the middle-aged man was, but he could now clearly see his level: the ninth level of the Martial King realm. Moreover, he was a golden boss. The last time Wu Tian had encountered a golden boss had been Nie Yuntian, the head of the Nie family in Pingyang City. Clearly, this golden boss was a formidable figure recognized by the system. Killing him would bring extremely generous rewards.

However, the ninth level of the Martial King realm was simply too powerful. Wu Tian possessed only the tenth level of the Martial Spirit realm. The gap between them was enormous; he could barely withstand the other man’s aura, let alone kill him. At least, he was incapable of doing so for now.

The sword-browed middle-aged man was somewhat surprised to see that Wu Tian had not collapsed. Clearly, he had expected his aura to crush Wu Tian completely.

Wu Tian felt as though a massive boulder were pressing down on his entire body. He could not even lift a finger. His eyes bloodshot, he glared at the middle-aged man and asked, “Who… who are you?”

“Hmph! You injured my disciple and still do not know who I am. It seems this newcomer truly has no respect for his elders. I am one of the elders of the Heaven-Equaling Sect headquarters. Why have you, a mere disciple, not knelt upon seeing me? Get on your knees!”

“I, Wu Tian, can kneel before my parents, but I will never kneel before you! Never!”

Wu Tian roared furiously as he fought with all his might against the middle-aged man’s aura.

“You can actually withstand my aura. You are remarkably stubborn! It seems I must teach you a lesson today, or you will never learn your place!”

The sword-browed middle-aged man’s gaze grew even darker. Wu Tian’s tenacity had far exceeded his expectations.

The moment he finished speaking, his body vanished from where he stood. In an instant, he appeared before Wu Tian. By the time Wu Tian reacted, the man’s palm was already only a few inches from his head.

“Divine-grade Spirit-Boosting Pill—activate!”