Chapter 155 – Two Innate Elders of the Yuan and Ma Clans

As Ye Kuang and Wuxin simultaneously confronted the two elders, the entire scene was drowned by countless shrill roars!

Even Zheng Xiucai and Gao Qing joined the fray, each unleashing their full strength.

In an instant, not a single spot in the great hall remained untouched by the chaos.

Ye Kuang’s palms parted and came together as he unleashed “Twin Dragons Draw Water” toward one of the elders!

From the moment the two elders appeared, he had deeply understood their formidable power, so he held nothing back in his opening move.

“Break for me!” roared the elder facing him directly, thrusting both hands forward with a boxing style strikingly reminiscent of Xingyi Fist.

The shimmering white light radiating from his claws possessed a soul-shaking intensity, ruthlessly piercing through the Wandering Dragons’ form.

Roar!

The Wandering Dragons coiled upward with untamed ferocity.

But in that instant, amid alternating golden and white flashes, the Wandering Dragons were torn asunder by an overwhelming force!

The elder stepped through the vortex of Vigorous Qi, executing “Azure Dragon Ascends” directly before him.

Witnessing this, Ye Kuang’s expression shifted dramatically.

Though he had already estimated this opponent’s strength highly, he never anticipated their power would reach such absurd levels.

While evading this frontal assault was possible, Pang Hu and the other two stood behind him—none of them could withstand such a strike!

With no time for deliberation, Ye Kuang’s hair whipped wildly as surging layers of Creation Art power coalesced, and he similarly thrust both palms forward with brutal force.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

When their four palms collided, the hall’s clamor was completely overwhelmed by continuous thunderous impacts. Thick smoke billowed as floor tiles shattered and flew in all directions.

Ye Kuang staggered as if struck by a mountain, blood spraying from his mouth as he was sent flying backward.

The elder also retreated several steps, his face veil tearing apart to reveal a sinister countenance.

Meanwhile, Ye Kuang used a wall to disperse the terrifying residual force. When he steadied himself and looked up, fury ignited in his heart.

“It’s you!”

“You little thief! Let’s see where you’ll run today, old man!”

This elder turned out to be Ye Kuang’s old acquaintance—the Ma Family Elder, Ma Jiazhen!

On the other side, Wuxin repelled his opponent with a single palm strike, leaving the man’s energy in disarray and temporarily unable to recover.

“This is… Vajra Palm! You truly are a Shaolin disciple!”

“Amitabha, well said.”

In this initial exchange, neither side gained any advantage.

The spectators were stunned by their display, exchanging uncertain glances until no one dared make another move.

Seizing this respite to regulate his breathing, Ye Kuang sneered at the two elders: “Since you’ve come, why hide your faces? This is no behavior for true men!”

Ma Jiazhen: “Cease your glib tongue, little thief! Can you claim to be a true man? Last time you fled from this old man like the wind—in cowardice, who could compare to you!”

Then he laughed heartily toward his companion: “Since this brat has seen through our identities, Brother Yuan, why not let him die with clarity!”

The other elder tore off his veil, revealing an unfamiliar face.

“Second Elder of the Yuan Family—Yuan Jiagu.”Upon hearing this, Ye Kuang responded with a cold gaze and a derisive snort: “So it’s the two Seniors of Southern Yuan and Northern Ma. Truly, meeting you surpasses hearing your reputations. How could someone of my humble standing warrant both Elders appearing together?”

As he spoke, a subtle shift flickered in his eyes.

It seemed Southern Yuan and Northern Ma’s schemes against him remained relentless, now even dispatching two Innate Elders.

Yuan Jiagu: “Youngster, I must admit you possess some capability, even managing to recruit a Shaolin Disciple. But do you truly believe joining forces with this little Monk would allow you to contend with us as equals?”

“Hahaha…” Following these words, both Ma Jiazhen and Yuan Jiagu erupted in simultaneous laughter.

Hearing their mocking laughter, Ye Kuang responded with unshaken composure: “Whether we can contend as equals is irrelevant. What matters is that dealing with the two of you present is more than sufficient.”

“You are utterly arrogant!”

“Truly a newborn calf unafraid of tigers… How bold!”

Ma Jiazhen’s eyes turned icy as he casually strode toward Ye Kuang.

Yuan Jiagu: “Little Monk, why must you wade into these troubled waters? If you leave now, our Xingyi Sect would gladly welcome you with open arms.”

Wuxin chanted a Buddhist mantra upon hearing this, his face filled with compassion for all living beings, showing no intention of departing.

“Very well, little Monk. Were it not for Shaolin’s reputation, I wouldn’t bother wasting words with you.” Yuan Jiagu couldn’t help but sigh deeply: “So be it. This old man shall teach you a lesson on behalf of Shaolin’s eminent monks!”

It could be said the situation on-site took a drastic turn. The previously tense standoff instantly escalated into irreconcilable conflict.

At this moment, the Qi Sea within Ye Kuang’s Dantian began circulating, as the Creation Art surged through his meridians, instantly flooding his entire body.

The grievances between him and Southern Yuan Northern Ma had long lost any room for reconciliation ever since Ling Yun’s Life-Death unknown incident.

With fresh grudges piled upon old hatreds, were Ye Kuang capable enough, he would have directly confronted the Xingyi Sect to demand answers.

Ma Jiazhen: “Attack!”

“No one is permitted to leave this place without our Xingyi Sect’s permission!” Yuan Jiagu declared coldly.

Creak!

As the door slammed shut, the situation clearly reached a breaking point.

Ye Kuang was the first to engage Old Man Ma, shouting without turning his head: “Gao Qing, Scholar, Fatty, attack!”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Instantly, chaos erupted. Groups of two or three scattered across the area engaged in fierce combat—some testing their fist techniques, others competing with leg skills.

Meanwhile, Ye Kuang and Wuxin stood facing Southern Yuan and Northern Ma, both sides radiating intense energy and brimming with fighting spirit.

This confrontation had become inevitable, with the four of them occupying one-third of the hall’s space.

The area became like a forbidden thunder zone no one dared approach.

Just then, a figure suddenly materialized behind Ye Kuang, attempting a cowardly sneak attack!

“Go to hell!”

The sharp leg strike swept toward his back like a raging gale.

Hearing this, Ye Kuang’s expression remained unchanged as he swiftly raised his arm to block, firmly catching the leg blade.

The attacker’s face paled in shock, but before he could react, a fist slammed into his chest, sending him collapsing to his knees.

He had clearly lost consciousness completely!

And this punch indirectly marked the official commencement of the four-way battle!