Is this truly a realm that humans can reach?
These two fought a fierce battle, almost demolishing the entire Starry Sky Association hall.
Master Kulang was already unimaginable, but the wooden figure was even more so.
Many people were secretly terrified in their hearts, the strength of the wooden figure seemed even more terrifying than they had imagined.
"Is this the master in your eyes?"
Lin Beichen looked at Qi Tiankuang during his leisure and said blandly.
Qi Tiankuang was one of the few still standing in the room watching the battle.
At this moment, however, his face was extremely grim.
Master Kulang coming to aid was one of his trump cards to suppress Lin Beichen.
Yet he never expected that despite Master Kulang’s terrorizing strength, he was still no match for the wooden figure.
Where the hell did this giant come from?
Why had no one heard of him before?
"Lin Beichen, do you think that’s all I have?"
Qi Tiankuang took a deep breath and suddenly roared.
"Wei Xingshan, Master Kulang is already here, why do you still hide?"
"Qi Tiankuang, you always order us around, why don’t you act yourself?"
Before the words fell, a man walked out from the crowd.
This man was dressed in rough hemp clothes, looking like a farmer, not very strong, but his eyes shone with a golden light, like two beams of light, making it difficult to meet his gaze.
"Wei Xingshan of the Dragon Tiger Sect, here to learn."
The man slightly cupped his fists and assumed a stance.
Upon hearing his name, the crowd at the door gasped again.
This was a true martial arts legend.
Different from the monks born in the Imperial Capital’s Golden Light Temple.
Although the monks were famous, they were still just monks, but Wei Xingshan was a true martial artist through and through.
The most incredible thing was his cultivation method.
Even the most traditional stubborn old folks had started embracing science, using modern medicine and biology to enhance themselves.
But this man was different, he stubbornly used ancient training methods.
Over the years, Wei Xingshan rarely appeared in public, it was said that he spent most of his time training in the snowy mountains.
The extreme cold of the snowy mountains seemed to sharpen his will and body.
To ordinary people, this would be suicidal, but to him, it activated his potential and broke through his limits.
In countless battles over the years, Wei Xingshan had only lost once three years ago, winning all the rest.
"Wei Xingshan must be 50 years old now, look at his skin and spirit, where is there any sign of old age? He looks like a robust young man under 30!"
One adventurer said with envy in his eyes.
Anti-aging, increasing blood oxygen, and so-called longevity supplements, everyone knew these were scams, but why were they still in high demand?
Everyone hoped to stay young forever.
But while others risked their lives taking supplements, even resorting to organ transplants, they still couldn’t match someone like Wei Xingshan.
As people murmured among themselves, they saw Wei Xingshan assume his stance, and his aura exploded suddenly like an erupting cannonball.
And this was not Qi Tiankuang’s final move.
They saw Qi Tiankuang flip his sleeve, revealing a whistle from under his plain robe.
He brought the whistle to his mouth and gently blew.
The sound of an eagle’s cry echoed all around.
The roof of the hall suddenly shattered, glass fragments scattered, and a man in black robes abruptly landed.
The dome of the Starry Sky Association was decorated with astrological patterns, with a height of over 20 meters.
Falling from such a height of eight or nine floors, he remained unscathed, landing as light as a bird.
As he landed, his aura was no less intense than Wei Xingshan’s.
The crowd couldn’t help but gasp.
That master was just as strong as Wei Xingshan, adding up to three supreme masters here.
If you counted the monk who had already exhausted the wooden man’s strength, there were four supreme masters facing one man. No matter how strong the wooden man was, he couldn’t withstand a sustained battle, right?
The atmosphere was extremely tense.
Everyone was worried for Lin Beichen, yet Lin Beichen remained as if nothing had happened, calmly scanning the crowd until his gaze rested on Zhao Wuxing.
"Isn’t your Zhongcheng Hall going to act?"
Lin Beichen said blandly.
Zhao Wuxing smiled and gave no response.
Zhao Huanglong’s old face was full of smiles, he chuckled and said:
"Young Master Lin, you refused my family’s request earlier. If we were to help you now, it would be dishonorable. But if you choose to join our Zhao family, we would be willing to protect you at all costs."
"So, you’re still after this elixir’s secret formula?"
Lin Beichen said slowly.
He realized he had underestimated people’s greed.
He had underestimated the influence of a seemingly ordinary elixir.
This elixir was casually made by him, containing just a trace of Five Elements Qi.
To Lin Beichen, making elixirs was as easy as breathing.
But this elixir, which was almost useless to him, had drawn out all the great families and supreme masters to force him.
Lin Beichen hadn’t understood the depth of their obsession until now.
Seeing the large formation they laid out, Lin Beichen finally realized the value of the elixirs in his hand probably far exceeded a mountain of gold.
To a millennium-old family, elixirs that could enhance their genetic power were valued far more than gold and silver.
Zhongcheng Hall divided their family into three or even four classes, and the classification wasn’t based on ability, but on bloodline.
Previously, Lin Beichen found this classification absurd, but now he saw that they did have their reasons.
For thousands of years, they had overcome disaster after disaster, not because of their wealth, but because each time they faced a crisis, there was always someone who could turn the tide.
These people had superior genes!
Generation after generation, their craving for better genes had penetrated their bones.
"Have you considered the consequences of failure if you act against me?"
Lin Beichen said blandly.
"We won’t fail."
Qi Tiankuang’s face was full of arrogance.
For today’s success, he had invited top masters from all directions.
Although Zhongcheng Hall hadn’t moved, if promised rich rewards, they probably wouldn’t choose Lin Beichen either.
At this point, the only one left who hadn’t acted was Wannian Feng.
But even if Wannian Feng remained uninvolved, he wouldn’t dare offend the various forces here, at most, he would just stand aside and watch.
"Lin Beichen, you only have that strong man as your support, but with the two of us restraining him, even if I act alone, I can capture you."
Qi Tiankuang smiled gloatingly, nodding to the two men beside him.
Wei Xingshan and the man in black robes immediately stepped forward, flanking the wooden figure.
Lin Beichen had not moved the entire time; in their eyes, there was no threat from him. They believed he was just an ordinary man.
Their repeated failures were simply because the wooden figure protected him too well.
Now that the wooden figure was being subjected to a continuous assault, he couldn’t possibly still protect Lin Beichen.
This was the confidence of supreme masters.
Madam Qi silently watched Lin Beichen, sighing in her heart.
She had given Lin Beichen plenty of opportunities, but he had never seized them.
She didn’t want to see a promising young man die early.
Yet as Madam Qi was lost in thought, she suddenly furrowed her brows.
Up until now, Lin Beichen’s expression remained very calm.
Did he still have a trump card?
As Madam Qi pondered, the battle in the field had already become extremely intense.
The arrival of the two additional masters greatly reduced Master Kulang’s burden.
Master Kulang was covered in red swellings, bleeding from his nose and mouth, his whole body was battered, yet he still laughed heartily, unafraid of death.
For him, dying in battle wasn’t a punishment but a reward.
Wei Xingshan, a martial fanatic of Longhu Mountain, mastered killing techniques from head to toe.
The man in black robes was incredibly fast and nimble, wielding a dagger, maneuvering like a ghostly shadow across the battlefield, frequently striking the wooden figure’s weak points.