Chapter 170 – Breaking Through the Mountain Path, Fighting Side by Side

Facing ten times their number—such a scene might only be witnessed in movie plots.

Yet no one could have anticipated encountering it on the Xingyi Mountain Path.

As for who appeared most at ease amidst the entire scene?

It was undoubtedly Ye Kuang alone!

At this moment.

His field of vision was filled with swarming shadows, charging forth in unison.

Ahead.

Wuxin, with his mortal frame, withstanded countless waves of assaults, resembling an unyielding reef in the deep sea, unmoved by raging tides.

On both flanks.

Seventeen individuals, including Ling Piaoyun, successively held back the onslaughts from either side.

They moved like a sharp arrow, steadily ascending despite being engulfed in turbulent currents.

The impact of that scene was not merely psychological—it evoked tremors both physical and spiritual.

Though these were merely disciples of Yuan Ma, once they surged forward in relentless succession, they became a force few could withstand.

Had Wuxin not borne the brunt of the pressure, Ling Piaoyun and the other sixteen would likely have been scattered and overwhelmed.

Even a fool could imagine the consequences.

Despite Ye Kuang’s calm exterior, the fury simmering within him was on the verge of bursting through his chest.

The mere deployment of a few hundred disciples had already pushed them to the brink.

This alone revealed how a century-old powerhouse, entrenched in dominance, was beyond comparison to ordinary martial arts schools or temples.

Just as someone was about to take action, Wuxin ahead suddenly sensed it and roared, “Patron Ye, this humble monk vowed to clear your path, and I shall not go back on my word.”

No sooner had his words echoed than Wuxin took a fierce step forward, unleashing twin fists that forced back countless adversaries.

“You’ve long wished to witness this humble monk’s full strength. Behold—a disciple of Shaolin never speaks idly!”

A wild roar reverberated through the air as Wuxin shed his outer robe.

Instantly, the eye-catching yellow martial monk uniform revealed a powerfully built physique.

“Stop showing off, damn it! Brothers, they’re at their limit—press harder!”

“Right, brothers, charge! Ah…”

“For the Xingyi Sect! For our master! Fight them to the death!”

But the rampant clamor lasted only moments before the scene fell into stunned silence, captivated by Wuxin’s martial prowess.

A series of Shaolin Ultimate Techniques erupted with overwhelming might.

Four disciples ahead, caught off guard, were struck in the chest by a palm, a fist, a finger, and a claw.

These were none other than Vajra Prajna Palm, Great Vajra Fist, Formless Finger, and Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand.

Eighteen disciples behind watched as their comrades were sent flying, but before they could react, a dazzling golden brilliance flashed before their eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Wuxin traversed several zhang with lightning speed, leaving over a dozen figures collapsing softly where they stood.

In an instant, the once-crowded mountain path suddenly appeared vast and empty.

At that moment, the cacophony ceased abruptly, every pair of eyes wide with disbelief.

When human frenzy is forcefully suppressed, it inevitably gives way to boundless fear.

After all, fear resides in every heart—even the disciples of Southern Yuan and Northern Ma, despite their numerical advantage, were no exception.Witnessing this scene, Ling Piaoyun and the others seemed to have received a shot of adrenaline, their movements never ceasing as their power surged even more intensely.

It must be said that once Wuxin transformed into a martial monk, the sense of security he exuded was simply overwhelming.

Clearly, it was no less reassuring than clutching at the last lifeline when falling into a river.

Even the various hall masters who saw this couldn’t help but stare in astonishment.

Only at this moment did they realize that Wuxin’s ferocity was even more formidable than they had estimated.

Meanwhile, Ye Kuang and his companions immediately strode forward, charging toward the mountain peak.

At present, no one dared to step forward and block their path.

“Audacious!”

“…”

“Outrageous!”

“…”

“Stay right there, old man!”

Just then, countless rolling thunderclaps seemed to erupt in mid-air, echoing throughout the heavens and earth, lingering endlessly.

At the mountainside, as they drew closer, as many as ten middle-aged strongmen stood ready for battle.

Their eyes were sharp as blades, clad in coarse linen robes, their appearances seemingly ordinary yet with veins bulging prominently on their exposed fists.

Seeing this, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but furrow his brow tightly, clearly not having anticipated that the foundations of Southern Yuan and Northern Ma ran so deep.

Thinking this, he inevitably glanced at the panting Li Xiao and the sixteen others beside him, saying: “Senior brothers, I thank you all here. Please descend the mountain first. Since this matter began because of us, it should also end with us.”

Hearing this, Li Xiao couldn’t help but take a deep breath, then cast a profound glance at Ye Kuang and his two companions, smiling wryly: “We just expended immense effort to climb up here. If we descend now, wouldn’t that be like walking right into a trap?”

Wuxin, never one to mince words, declared: “Patron Ye, this humble monk can hold off five.”

Ling Piaoyun: “I can manage two at most.”

Li Xiao: “Barely one.”

Qin Feiyao: “One.”

As for the last one, it naturally fell to the fourteen disciples.

Yet their eyes showed no trace of fear; instead, they seemed eager for the challenge.

Seeing this, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but sigh, then shouted: “Good! If we succeed, I, Ye Kuang, will forever remember this in my heart. If we fail, at least we won’t be alone.”

Little did they know, the ten middle-aged strongmen instantly sprang into action, tearing off their outer linen garments.

It could be said that even amidst the icy snow, they felt not the slightest chill.

Wuxin: “Charge!”

Hearing this, Ling Piaoyun surged forward.

If there was ever a woman who could rival any man, she undoubtedly deserved that title at this moment.

Yet Ye Kuang’s speed was actually faster, remarkably fighting side by side with Wuxin as he roared with laughter: “Then I’ll severely injure six for everyone!”

But what greeted his words were several furious shouts!

“We’ve long heard you broke through to Kongming realm, come and test it then!”

“If you want to pass through here, you’ll have to pay a price!”

“Roar roar roar…”

No sooner said than done!

Ye Kuang spread both hands, unleashing a “Sudden Arrival” toward the ten men!

Roar!

As dozens of Wandering Dragons soared into the sky, they carried with them an innate wildness, crashing fiercely into the ten strongmen.

Bang bang bang!

For a moment, thunderclaps filled the sky, rising from level ground, while thick smoke billowed like tidal waves, instantly scattering the formation the opponents had laid out.

Ye Kuang took the lead, his hands and feet moving rapidly as he unleashed countless punches and kicks in all directions.

Yet that earlier palm strike, while seemingly powerful, had actually been a feint.Just as the ten middle-aged men began to sense something, they were caught completely off guard.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With six roaring waves of force crashing toward them, the sight that met their eyes was inexplicably terrifying.

Exactly as Ye Kuang had predicted, six of them were sent flying backward on the spot.

Several sprays of blood mist erupted, clearly fulfilling his promise.

At that moment, the violent energy surges still raged across the mountain path, yet he had forcibly carved a passage through them.

By the time the remaining four middle-aged men regained their senses, they were furious. Moving swiftly, they rushed forward together.

Seeing this, Wuxin and the others didn’t hesitate either, charging forward to meet them head-on.

“We are your opponents!”

“Junior Brother Ye is truly extraordinary. Please go ahead—we still need to witness you creating miracles again!”

“Hahaha…”