Chapter 34: Someone Even More Formidable Arrives!

The group exchanged glances, their eyes converging on the Feihong Sword. The swordmaster’s spirit was shattered; the power of the Red Umbrella had already far exceeded his expectations. Gritting his teeth, he declared, “Let’s attack together!”

“Haha! I’ve been waiting for this!” Duan Huang let out a booming laugh, stamping his foot and lunging forward, his fist the size of a sandbag wrapped in martial energy, swinging straight for Little Red Sugar’s face.

Instead of retreating, Little Red Sugar advanced, her delicate hands wreathed in scarlet energy. In a flash, like a serpent, she darted forward, seizing Duan Huang’s wrist.

“Hm?” Duan Huang was utterly shocked. He felt an erosive force in her small palm, relentlessly dissolving his internal strength. The momentum of his mighty punch evaporated in an instant.

Suddenly, the world spun around him—Little Red Sugar had lifted him bodily and slammed him hard into the ground.

At that moment, the attacks of the Fallen Fairy and the Old Pipe Man arrived. Grasping Duan Huang’s body as if it were a meteor hammer, Little Red Sugar swung him directly at the two.

Their blows landed on Duan Huang, a cacophony of clangs and thuds, making him grimace in pain—but, miraculously, he remained largely unharmed.

From a distance, Feihong Sword raised his weapon in his right hand, forming a sword sign with his left. Suddenly, he soared into the air, his blade emitting a blinding red light, the radiance gathering at its tip.

With a single thrust, the crimson brilliance shot forth in a flash!

This was Feihong Sword’s signature move; whenever that red glimmer appeared, heads would roll. Not one of the three black-clad martial experts present dared claim they could withstand it.

Little Red Sugar casually tossed Duan Huang aside, and with her left hand, umbrella in hand, she pointed as well. Instantly, a violent gust erupted, sweeping everything before it.

Internal energies clashed, triggering a massive explosion!

Everyone watched as the force from the red paper umbrella shattered the red brilliance, then, with irresistible might, smashed into Feihong Sword’s chest and sent him flying once more.

The Old Pipe Man: “!?!”
Fallen Fairy: “!!?”
Duan Huang: “!!!”

With a delicate shout, the Fallen Fairy unleashed a cleaving palm technique. The years of cultivation had made her inner force thick and heavy, pressing the air into viscous resistance, her surging purple palm strength crashing down like a tidal wave.

Little Red Sugar flipped her right hand, red energy pooling in her palm, and struck out in return! The tiny palm print pierced through the purple force almost instantly, like a needle bursting a balloon, landing squarely on the Fallen Fairy’s chest.

“Pff!” The Fallen Fairy spat blood on the spot. Her face turned pale as death, terror shining in her eyes.

“Little brat! Taste an old man’s pipe!” The Old Pipe Man charged in a flash, swinging his pipe at Little Red Sugar’s head.

Clang!

The red paper umbrella flew above Little Red Sugar’s head, blocking the attack.

The Old Pipe Man’s figure twisted and shifted, his pipe striking repeatedly, as though seven or eight men were attacking Little Red Sugar at once.

The red paper umbrella spun lazily, its generated energy forming a vast shield that no attack could penetrate. No matter the assault, the protective aura remained unbroken.

Then, with another sweep of the umbrella, the Old Pipe Man spewed blood and was hurled away.

“What on earth is her level? How can she be this terrifying?” the Old Pipe Man exclaimed in shock, gritting his teeth.

“Be careful, there’s something strange about the Red Umbrella’s internal force!” the Fallen Fairy warned gravely.

Feihong Sword drew a line of energy with his blade, his voice cold: “Attack together. Let’s pit our inner strength against hers!”

“Fine! I refuse to believe her internal strength surpasses all of ours combined!”

The group nodded in unison. Duan Huang led with a punch, his massive force surging forward!

At the same moment, the Fallen Fairy, the Old Pipe Man, and Feihong Sword unleashed their own moves: palm force, pipe strike, sword energy—each attack dazzling and fierce.

The battlefield was instantly ablaze with a riot of martial energies, dazzling to behold.

At the center of these attacks, Little Red Sugar didn’t yield in the slightest. Suddenly, she formed a seal with both hands, raising them as if lifting the sky. Red light shot from the paper umbrella, extending like countless tendrils to intercept the myriad brilliant energies.

The two sides’ energies clashed, locked in a standoff. Violent auras squealed and sparked, flames bursting in all directions!

“How is this possible?!”

The group grit their teeth, cold sweat running down their backs. They were all masters of the martial world, and yet their combined assault resulted only in a stalemate?

Who could possibly withstand this?

Murder flashed even more fiercely in Little Red Sugar’s eyes. Suddenly, she withdrew her hands, formed a seal again, and thrust out with force.

Scarlet radiance blazed!

In an instant, it crushed the others’ energies, then erupted in a consuming blast.

Boom!

All four were struck by the force, sent flying, gravely wounded and deathly pale.

“With just you lot, you think you can kill me?”

Little Red Sugar stood in midair, her toes lightly tapping on nothingness, her eyes aglow with red light—looking every bit the villain of legend.

“Ahhh!” From the other end of the street came a panicked cry. Shadow Thunder Boy limped over, using the umbrella handle as a cane with impressive dexterity.

“That little thing dares come help?” the Fallen Fairy exclaimed in surprise.

“No!” Shadow Thunder Boy shouted in terror:

“There’s something even scarier coming from over there!”

No sooner had he spoken than everyone felt a wave of dread, as if an ancient beast lurked in that direction.

That part of the street suddenly plunged into darkness. Black clouds, from who knows where, swallowed the moonlight and slowly, inexorably, advanced toward them.

Clear footsteps sounded.

Tap!

Tap!

Tap!

Each step seemed to land on their hearts, their pulses matching the rhythm exactly.

“Careful! There’s something wrong with that sound!” Feihong Sword warned.

The group hurriedly used their internal energy to block their ears, trying to shut out the increasingly distinct footsteps. But no matter what, the sound bored into their minds like a demonic chant, their heartbeats entirely commandeered by it.

That area was now completely enveloped in darkness, obscuring everything within. Yet the dread and terror swept through their minds, their vision blurred, and dizziness overwhelmed them.

“A—a grandmaster…” The Old Pipe Man clutched his chest, his breath in complete disarray, on the brink of collapse. To stir celestial phenomena and suppress opponents with nothing but presence—he had only ever experienced such despair before a true grandmaster, and it was an experience he never wished to repeat.

From the darkness, a figure strode forward, finally emerging into the moonlight.

Bathed in silver moonbeams, his face was revealed: a young man, elegant and refined, holding a folding fan and dressed in opulent attire!

His posture was upright as a pine, his manner as graceful as the moon—he seemed to have stepped straight out of a painting.

Suppressing his dizziness, Duan Huang stared at the youth in astonishment, stammering, “He’s so young…”

The youth stamped his foot. The group’s hearts pounded violently in response. Instantly, a thunderous roar filled their minds, their vision swimming into obscurity.

A torrent of vertigo crashed over them like a tidal wave, drowning them. One after another, the five lost consciousness, their bodies collapsing softly to the ground, swallowed by endless darkness.

“Take them all away.”

Ji Huo waved his folding fan, speaking with casual grace.

“Yes, sir!” Several figures appeared swiftly, answering with deference. At their head was none other than Tian Thirty of the Tiangang Squad.