The presence of a domain spirit!

The mad man beside Wang Zhan. A nameless talent from a Small World, yet a true genius with staggering aptitude.

Indeed, in just a twinkling of an eye, everyone heard a crackling sound, followed by a scream.

"AH!"

Everyone was abruptly startled, their hearts trembling.

"Be careful!"

"Be careful!"

Subsequently, they finally figured out what had happened. A roar echoed, "You're courting death!"

Then, with a loud BOOM, a fist blasted out from the rearmost Martial King, aimed behind him. The fist, carrying intense mental energy and fierce gales, rampaged savagely, as if intending to grind the mad man to dust.

When the others looked, they discovered a moderately sized hole in that Martial King's back, a bloody cavern of flesh and Fresh Blood, so deep one could almost see through it. This Martial King was raging and roaring, his heart filled with lingering fear. One should know, the mad man had come terrifyingly close to taking his heart just moments before.

But for the mad man, what was a fit of madness? After all, though Wang Zhan hadn't fought alongside him many times, their understanding when facing enemies was perfectly in sync. Moreover, the mad man's means were even more reckless than Wang Zhan's. So, despite his frenzy, the Martial King, who had quickly sensed the danger and retaliated with a backward punch, hadn't managed to harm the mad man in the slightest. Instead, all the Martial King could hear was a vibration of mental energy lingering in the air, a sound perceptible only to Martial Kings.

"HEHEHE, the flesh and blood of a Martial King! I've got my eyes on you..." It was the mad man.

The four Martial Kings were infuriated.

"Courting death! Show yourself if you dare!"

"Kid, do you think you're the only one with a domain? Come out!"

"Come out!"

Immediately, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Four such sounds erupted.

Though formless and colorless, Wang Zhan, with his extremely sharp senses and mental energy, instantly detected several auras—chaotic, stern, or deathly silent. Clearly, these were the domains of the powerful Martial Kings. Then, in a flash, the four Martial Kings dispersed, creating distance between themselves.

A clear boundary appeared in the field, looking unremarkable on the surface. But Wang Zhan could feel it. The area before him was like a dangerous place; if he dared to enter, he would undoubtedly learn a harsh lesson. The result, of course, would be death.

However, Wang Zhan laughed, undeterred. Although he hadn't won yet, his confidence in victory had reached seventy percent. These people had forgotten they were currently launching a joint attack on him, hence the four-on-one situation. But by deploying their individual, specialized domains, they were effectively causing their own internal collapse. To Wang Zhan, this wasn't just a small vulnerability; it was a fatal weakness. And this weakness would be exploited against his opponents!

Therefore, Wang Zhan, appearing before another Martial King at the opportune moment, immediately shifted his line of sight. After giving Yao Yao a meaningful gaze, he let her handle the Martial King in front of her. He, on the other hand, focused on the unfortunate soul who, though alerted by the mad man's sneak attack, was still shaken with lingering fear.

"HEHEHE! You dare to release your domains? Do you take me for an idiot in martial arts? Now, die!"

With a sharp RUSH of sound, Wang Zhan's fists moved like dragons, his vital energy boiling, interwoven with surging azure mental energy. He took a fierce step, unleashing a torrential rain of punches upon the Martial King whose domain intersected with his own.

Meanwhile, the mad man ferociously joined the fray, weaving through Wang Zhan's domain, hunting the will of that Martial King to use as his own sustenance. "HEHEHE, fight, fight! The more chaos, the better!"

However, to the mad man's surprise, following Wang Zhan's formal declaration of war, the mental energy he drew from Wang Zhan didn't decrease but instead surged, rocketing from the original 200,000 units to between 400,000 and 500,000! Superficially, this rate of transfer made it seem as if Wang Zhan was courting death.

But then, another series of deep rumbles echoed. The mad man instantly understood, a grin spreading across his face, no less crazed than Wang Zhan's. "HEHEHE, excellent! More, give me more!"

At the same time, a furious roar erupted. "Hahaha, die for me! Eight Extremes Fist! Dragon Elephant Fist! Splitting Mountain Fist! Mountain Collapse Strike!"

It was Wang Zhan, already on the verge of frenzy. While massively supporting the mad man and maintaining his own ferocious output, he showed no signs of fatigue. Indeed, in a mere instant, Wang Zhan seamlessly interchanged nearly four or five exquisite fist techniques, raining them down relentlessly upon the Martial King's pitifully weak defensive barrier of Essence Energy and mental energy. His might shook the heavens, unstoppable.

So much so that the Martial King's initially calm and composed demeanor, in just a moment, turned into a desperate struggle to defend himself; he was on the verge of collapse and couldn't help but cry out, "Help me!!" He had almost forgotten he was a Martial King. The man before him was an absolute lunatic, especially in this face-to-face confrontation. This Martial King could even see Wang Zhan's vital energy fluctuating wildly. Within moments, his fists, flowing like a dragon with his techniques, had struck more than ten times, draining his vital energy until it was as dry as kindling.

The Martial King should have been ecstatic at this, but then he realized something. Even if Wang Zhan became a desiccated corpse, almost devoid of moisture, this madman—Wang Zhan—didn't retreat a single step, his face a mask of utter mania. This realization immediately deepened the resentment of the Martial King, who was on the receiving end of this brutality.

Am I the inhuman one, or are you, kid?! he despaired.

This relentless cycle, though lasting only a few breaths, felt like an eternity.

So, this battle-hardened Martial King couldn't take it anymore. After enduring wave after wave of powerful attacks, his internal energy circulation couldn't keep up; he was on the verge of complete exhaustion. Casting aside his dignity, he frantically screamed to his companions.

As for going mad? Forget it. Could my madness even compare to half of this kid's?

But when the others heard this Martial King's cry for help, they were so shocked they nearly leaped into the air. Wang Zhan's speed was too fast, so fast that none of them could comprehend it. Only now did they truly realize the threat and danger Wang Zhan posed; they no longer dared to underestimate him.

"Not good!"

"This kid's goal is to pick us off one by one!"

Chen Min, no longer bothering to stabilize the situation, was the first to charge forward. This was the most dangerous moment in the formation; the fall of any one of them would only strengthen Wang Zhan. Moreover, Chen Min knew that if this kid could maintain his current burst of power, even for a short while, they would be progressively weakened and ultimately suppressed.

"Everyone, retract your domains! Shield yourselves with mental energy! Essence Energy to guard our backs! Don't give that domain spirit any openings! Then, follow me closely to rescue him. Fight! Fight! Fight!" he hastily commanded, immediately choosing the most suitable combat strategy for the situation, befitting his reputation as an underground king of Ming State City.

One should know, although domains were magical, and a domain's spirit could fight relentlessly as long as its master's foundation and reserves were sufficient, domains also had limitations. Especially in a siege by multiple Martial Kings, their respective domains would inevitably hinder each other, becoming a disadvantage that restricted their collective power. Yet, the mad man's earlier attack had caused these Martial Kings to think rigidly, employing tactics best suited for dealing with a domain spirit, failing to realize that the clash of their own domains would create an opportunity for Wang Zhan.

Luckily, Chen Min reacted swiftly and was the first to rush to the rescue.

At this point, Wang Zhan was about to be attacked from both front and rear—the Martial King he was pummeling was in front, and Chen Min was approaching from behind. Wang Zhan kept the mad man close, while Yao Yao was engaged with another formidable opponent. This meant two Martial Kings had effectively freed their hands, and one could imagine how perilous the situation had become for Wang Zhan. After all, Martial Kings were no ordinary cultivators. Wang Zhan had merely seized the initiative; once they recovered, their combined intimidating power would be terrifying.

But how could Wang Zhan not have foreseen such a scenario?

So, he laughed defiantly. "So what if all of you come at me? Mad man, continue! Block them! I don't need you to kill anyone, but before you die, don't let them get within thirty meters of me!"

Thirty meters was the limit within which Wang Zhan could react and defend against surprise attacks. He knew very well what an uncontrolled disaster would ensue if he slipped up. But things having come to this, it all depended on whether the mad man was up to the task. If Wang Zhan discovered the mad man was slacking off, he wouldn't hesitate to temporarily abandon the current plan and settle scores later.

Therefore, with a resonant CLANG, the Liyun Blade, unseen for a long time, reappeared in Wang Zhan's grasp. Simultaneously, a medicinal herb materialized in his hand, which he promptly stuffed into his mouth and chewed. Before the wildly surging Spiritual Energy within the medicinal herb could dissipate, Wang Zhan absorbed it all, his body swelling like a balloon.

Clearly, he had decided to go all out. This time, he had to succeed.

「On the other side.」

Amidst the rapidly unfolding situation, the mad man glanced at Wang Zhan, then, without the slightest hesitation, pounced towards Chen Min, responding to Wang Zhan, "Leave it to me! HEHEHE..."

The mad man cackled wildly, making no attempt to dodge, charging straight for a direct collision with Chen Min. Of course, for the mad man of the past, Wang Zhan's command would never have even been a consideration. So, only he truly knew why he had made such a choice, one that seemingly went against his innate nature, making him appear no longer like the person who had once been consumed by killing intent and devoid of all reason.

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