Cultivation: When you take things to the extreme

"Screech!"

The convoy was speeding down the highway when suddenly, a person appeared out of nowhere right in front. There was no time to react before a powerful punch struck the vehicle.

First, there was a thunderous boom, followed by the chaotic sounds of tires screeching and parts exploding. The leading sedan burst into sparks as if it had hit a heavy tank; the body instantly deformed, crushed into a mass, and the cars behind couldn't stop in time, smashing into the wreckage and turning into a tangled mess of steel.

In just an instant, a horrific car crash unfolded before everyone's eyes.

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In the live broadcast, the audience fell silent upon seeing this.

Although this kind of destruction wasn't anything new compared to previous events, the force of the collision between the steel machinery and the human body at high speed was nonetheless shockingly powerful.

Such strength, such a physique, such… martial arts?

It was indeed indescribable!

The live broadcast room was dead quiet, and the scene on the ground was equally silent.

Several cars had crashed together into a mangled mess, their reinforced bodies completely deformed, becoming iron coffins of death.

In such a terrifying impact, could anyone have survived?

No one knew, and there was no movement at the scene as if life had been completely extinguished.

But Xu Yang didn't care. He stepped forward to the center of this "steel tangle," his rough hands like iron clamps in action, tearing open the twisted and deformed carriage.

"Bang!"

Just as the carriage was ripped open, a ray of golden light shot out towards the Martial Artist's forehead.

The golden light was like a rainbow piercing the sky, aiming to penetrate the Martial Artist's skull, but it was blocked by an invisible Protective Aura just before hitting the forehead, creating sparks upon collision in an intense counterforce.

"Boom!"

At the same time, an explosion blasted one of the cars behind and a figure flew out, attacking the Martial Artist's back.

"Second Uncle, Third Uncle!"

Ye Chen was the first to cry out in alarm at the sight.

Even when hunting a rabbit, the lion uses all its might!

The Ye Family understood this well, and that was why, for this action, they had mobilized two great Foundation Establishment cultivators, who were his Second and Third Uncles.

Although times had changed, and with certain Blessed Lands disintegrating, Foundation Establishment cultivators weren't as rare as they were a few hundred years ago, they were still considered top combatants among mortals. The Ye Family only had four in total.

Mobilizing half of the Family's Foundation Establishment combat power to deal with an Immortal Fate Man who had only developed for a year was considered a surefire victory.

But now...

A bright golden light was in front, like a venomous dragon drilling forward, aiming straight for the Martial Artist's forehead.

A bright red light was behind, like a raging fire sweeping over, rushing directly at the Martial Artist's back.

At this moment, the scene slowed down, turning into bullet time, dissecting the golden and red lights for all to see.

Within the golden light was a Sword Artifact, sharp and piercing.

Within the red light was a seal, flames surging fiercely.

"Is this…"

"The Gengjin Sword!"

"The Li Fire Seal!"

"The Ye Family's two great Magical Treasures!"

"Fulong Mountain... truly a great Artifact Refining Sect."

"Foundation Establishment cultivators, each with a Magical Treasure at their fingertips."

"Hmph, with the sparse Yuan Spirit in the mortal realm, even ordinary Qi Refiners find cultivation difficult, let alone having spare mana to nourish a Magical Treasure."

"It seems the rumors are true; Fulong Mountain's Blessed Land can barely be maintained anymore, forcing a strategic shift to the mortal realm's operations; otherwise, they wouldn't have granted Magical Treasures to an external power like the Ye Family."

"One Martial Man against two Foundation Establishment cultivators, each armed with Magical Treasures!

"This..."

Seeing the sword and seal treasures, the onlookers' minds were even more in turmoil.

At that moment, the scene resumed. The Gengjin Sword turned like a dragon, attempting to pierce through the Martial Artist's Protective Aura, while the Li Fire Seal howled in, striking directly at the backbone of the Martial Artist.

Both Foundation Establishment cultivators channeled their mana into the treasures, unleashing their mighty potential.

However...

"Bang!"

The Martial Artist looked up and delivered a headbutt, like a mighty hammer strike, smashing into the core of the Gengjin Sword, shattering the golden light and sending the Sword Artifact flying back towards the cultivator.

"Pfft!"

The Ye Family cultivator couldn't dodge in time and was impaled by the rebounding Sword Artifact, a brilliant spray of blood trailing behind him as he toppled backward, eventually collapsing into the steel carriage.

The Li Fire Seal that hit the Martial Artist's back also found itself up against the invisible Protective Aura. Despite the Seal's powerful strikes and the force of Li Fire seeking to burn the core, the Magical Treasure's might was insufficient to break through the Martial Artist's defenses.

The Martial Artist ignored it, allowing the Li Fire Seal to pound his back while he stepped forward toward the severely injured and panic-stricken Ye Family cultivator laying on the ground, raising his coarse, heavy fists.

"Second Brother!"

"Bang!"

An exclamation and a muffled thud.

The Martial Artist's heavy fist came down, and the cultivator's skull was crushed, brains and blood splattering inside the carriage.

Ye Family Foundation Establishment—dead!

One dead, the other fled in terror.

Seeing the Martial Artist withstand his own Li Fire Seal and punch through Second Brother's head, the other Ye Family cultivator finally grasped the disparity between them, quickly retracting the Seal and transforming into a trail of fire, fleeing.

Escape, escape, escape!

The cultivator had barely fled when the Martial Artist turned around, not bothering to chase on foot but instead channeled his Martial Path Protective Aura, glowing beneath his palm. A golden light solidified into a dragon's shape, head roaring and shaking as it struck out.

"Boom!"

The Subduing Dragon Palm, like a dragon's passage, was powerful, fast, and ferocious. In an instant, it caught up with the enemy, shattering the fiery Escape Light.

The Escape Light exploded, flames scattering like fireworks, and a figure fell out, plummeting to the ground with a heavy crash.

"Third Uncle!"

Ye Chen cried out, his face turning deathly pale; he toppled backward uncontrollably and collapsed onto the sofa.

In a flash, two great Foundation Establishment cultivators—one dead, one injured.

"This...!"

The audience in the live broadcast room was equally shocked at this turn of events.

Two Foundation Establishment Cultivators with Magical Treasures in hand still couldn't break through his Protective Aura?

How profound must his foundations be?

Could it be his Cultivation has reached the Martial Path Three Realms, comparable to a Golden Core of Immortal Path?

But where would you find a Third Realm Martial Man in this mundane world?

The crowd was shocked, at a loss for words.

The live broadcast camera shifted focus, landing on the Ye Family Cultivator, who lay in tatters, his body covered in wounds, blood-stained, without the strength to rise, convulsively twitching on the ground in terror.

Just then, a shadow loomed overhead, bringing an oppressive threat of death.

The Ye Family Cultivator's pupils shrunk as he met the other's indifferent gaze; his instinct for survival instantly ignited, "I'm from Fulong Mountain..."

"Bang!!!"

Before he could finish his speech, a foot stomped down, crushing his skull along with his unfinished words of threat or plea into the ground.

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The broadcast room fell silent once again.

Looking at the corpse beneath the Martial Artist's foot, the splatters of red and white all over the ground, and the gruesome scene of the nearby car accident, everyone stayed silent, unable to utter a word.

Although the audience had grown accustomed to multiple broadcasts, such a bloody and violent scene was still hard for ordinary people to stomach.

It took a while before there were any reactions.

"Wasn't that a bit too harsh?"

"The Big Brother seems... a bit angry?"

"It's hard to say there wasn't a personal vendetta involved."

"Who are these people? Are they also from the Evil Black Group?"

"Definitely. Otherwise, why would the Madman Big Brother act so violently?"

"It might be related to the incident with that young girl earlier, an eye for an eye. You have to be fiercer and more ruthless than such inhuman people."

"Whoever they are, Mad God always kills for a reason. He definitely doesn't take the good ones!"

"Haven't seen the Big Brother for a few months, and he seems to have gotten stronger again. How are we supposed to keep up?"

"Whimper, whimper!"

The netizens, being netizens, soon recovered, and the chat room was once again filled with joy.

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Meanwhile, in a speeding sedan, Nie Hailong watched the broadcast in silence.

This turn of events was within his expectations.

The Martial Frenzied Rascal, although wild, was always bold but not reckless.

Since his debut, his actions were all meticulously planned and executed with certainty.

Now that he dared to publicly execute members of the Ye Family, it indicated his absolute confidence in victory.

Therefore, Nie Hailong wasn't surprised by this outcome and could understand his approach.

To kill a chicken to scare the monkeys, without using heavy hands and ruthless killing, where would the deterrence come from?

Adding their personal vendetta on top of that, not grinding the Ye Family to dust was already showing restraint.

The dead were dead, worthless, and not worth discussing further.

The focus was on the living.

Although the Ye Family was powerful, they only had three or four Foundation Establishment members in the mundane world; now more than half were gone. Would they restrain themselves, halt their actions against Qianjin, and seek peace with the Martial Frenzied Rascal?

That would be the logical thing to expect.

But Nie Hailong didn't think so now.

Not because he wasn't rational, but because someone else wasn't.

The right to decide the matter was not in the hands of the Ye Family.

Seeking peace?

Is it your place to say?

Watching the terrifying figure on the screen, Nie Hailong pondered the other's next move.

The Ye Family's members dispatched to Longhai had been intercepted and killed by him. Would he stop there, or would he go further?

To go further would mean marching to the Eastern Capital, attacking the Ye Family stronghold!

If possible, Nie Hailong hoped he wouldn't do so.

The recent fierce battle only involved two Ye Family members leaping into action, while others were gravely injured or killed in the car crash without revealing their identities, the identities of Federation law enforcement.

This meant that both parties had not openly torn apart their facades, and the matter could still be classified as a personal vendetta between the Ye Family and him, rather than open opposition to the Federation.

But if he was relentless and attacked the Eastern Capital, the Ye Family's stronghold, things would be different.

The Federation, although a federation, was actually divided among five regions.

The Eastern Capital, as the name implies, is the capital of the Eastern District, the core of federal power!

If he were to come, then how would matters conclude?

Nie Hailong didn't know and could only silently pray.

On the other side, in the broadcast room, the video approached its end.

"That's it?"

"That was too short, wasn't it?"

"I can't make sense of it without a beginning or an end."

"We need more updates, please!"

As the video was about to finish, the dissatisfied audience began to clamor again.

But it was to no avail. Soon the video transitioned back to the beginning, playing on repeat as usual.

Until...

Several hours later, as the sky gradually brightened and the sun rose in the east

the broadcast room's screen jumped, displaying a bustling, modern cityscape.

"Is this..."

"The Eastern Capital!?"