Apex War God

The stone hut was merely a pile of stones, so under the power of the King’s attack, its stones flew toward the eight eagles.

The condescending attitude of Meng Helang and the other Eagle Knights changed. He commanded his subordinates to smash the stones flying toward them.

They were all Superior Grade Generals, each one extremely capable. They released waves of Profound Energy from their hands and smashed the stones to pieces. However, the King’s attack was so strong that they almost fell off their eagles, flustered. Only Meng Helang appeared relatively unfazed.

“Are you trying to kill this King?” Wang Jiuzhong drawled as he looked up at Meng Helang and the others while standing below.

Beside him stood Yang Wu, Skinny Monkey, and Xiaoman. As they looked at the mighty Wang Jiuzhong and felt his breath, their expectant faces lit up.

Is this how Kings do it? Yang Wu murmured in his heart. Had I possessed such domineering power, wouldn’t I be able to conquer the Xia Dynasty and make the archduke fear me?

Skinny Monkey clenched his fists, thinking to himself, If only I could have such strength one day!

Under the nourishment of the earthly spirit essence, he had made speedy progress. His injuries had almost fully recovered, and he had gained four more stones of strength, only one stone away from reaching the realm of Consummate Grade Foot Soldier.

As for Xiaoman, although she was of humble birth, she understood that if she could fly over walls and cross the sky, she could protect herself better.

I’ll cultivate the Eight Immortal Barbarian Art well. I must be stronger than this man, so that I can protect my young master! Xiao Man resolved, earnest and determined.

“You want to kill this King?” After Wang Jiuzhong drank from the real earthly spirit spring, he had regained a tenth of his strength, and his King’s aura was stronger than when he had been in the bloody altar. He was utterly fearless while facing this battalion and the eight eagles in the sky.

He turned his ruthless gaze toward Meng Helang and his troops and forced the eagle spirits to land a distance away.

Meng Helang jumped off his eagle and saluted Wang Jiuchong with a cupped fist. “I am Meng Helang, the third commander of the Eagle Knights of the Xia Dynasty. May I inquire this lord’s name and why you appeared in the mountain prison?”

“You are not worthy to know this King’s name. Take your people and scram; otherwise, I won’t think twice about drinking all your blood!” Wang Jiuzhong said with a gruesome grin.

“My lord, your tone is a little haughty, don’t you think? Although you are a King, you do not look too well in your current state.” Meng Helang frowned.

“How about you try me and find out?” Wang Jiuzhong countered, his voice sinking.

Just then, Lie Feng interjected, “You were the one who caused the catastrophe in the bloody pit, weren’t you?”

“Are you questioning this King?” Wang Jiuchong glared at Lie Feng, his sharp gaze like a lethal weapon. Despite being a Superior Grade General, Lie Feng fell off his wolf as if electrocuted.

Meng Helang and his seven companions were shocked. Even a fool could tell that the person before them was by no means an ordinary King. He was at least a Medial Grade King. Otherwise, how could he have hurt a General with his aura in his sordid state? This level of strength was extraordinary.

“Retreat and give way to this lord!” Meng Helang ordered his troops decisively.

After his voice rang out, the troops scurried away, relieved as if granted amnesty.

Lie Ziying was all the more frightened. Completely disregarding his father, he scrambled to escape this dangerous ground.

With a keen eye, Yang Wu spotted Lie Ziying and greeted him. “That uncle over there, why are you in such a hurry to leave? Stay and chat with us for a while!”

Lie Ziying was so frightened he almost peed his pants. He wished that he had two extra legs to carry him away faster, wanting to leave as quickly as possible.

At this moment, Meng Helang’s gaze fell on Yang Wu, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. He looked at Wang Jiuzhong again and said, “My lord, let’s let bygones be bygones and disregard this matter; how about that?”

“This King’s reputation is worth more than that. I’m afraid even the White-Browed Eagle King of the Xia Dynasty would not dare to negotiate with me,” Wang Jiuzhong said contemptuously.

Upon hearing the name “White-Browed Eagle King,” Meng Helang and his seven companions shuddered involuntarily in reverence.

As for Lie Feng, the deputy warden, his expression paled as if he had just lost his mother. Inwardly, the mention of this name terrified him.

The White-Browed Eagle King was one of the top ten experts of the Xia Dynasty a hundred years ago, and he was also the grand commander of the previous generation of Eagle Knights. He had already retired to spend his remaining days in peace, but his strength was undoubtedly at the peak of perfection. Even the current emperor addressed him as “teacher” in reverence, a testimony to how venerable this White-Browed Eagle King was.

Whether this skin-clad skeleton-like King before them was telling the truth was secondary. Such bravado and the capacity to make such a bold utterance meant he wasn’t someone to toy with. While this King had indeed devoured the lives of many jailers, what were they compared to the authority of a King?

Meng Helang had initially considered taking him on in battle by combining the strengths of the eight Eagle Knights, but now, he had lost his courage completely.

The current Eagle King of the Eagle Knights, known as “Little Eagle King,” was an apprentice of the White-browed Eagle King.

Meng Helang turned to Lie Feng and said in haste, “Deputy Warden Lie, this matter occurred in your prison, so you should take responsibility for honoring this lord. We, the Eagle Knights, dare not overstep our boundaries!”

Lie Feng wished he was dead. He had hoped to fish for merits in this situation and earn himself the position of warden. Now, instead of getting what he wanted, he was in deep trouble with a maniacal fiend. He was at a loss, indeed.

Collecting himself, Lie Feng resorted to flattery. “My lord, how about we relocate? I will prepare you some good wine and food, as well as some spiritual herbs. That way, my lord will be able to recover faster.”

“Fine, I’ll not make things difficult for you.” Wang Jiuzhong accepted without hesitation.

In his current state, he was most lacking in nourishment and healing tonics. He could use the treats Lie Feng offered to help himself recover quickly. It was why he had broken out of the stone hut.

He had never considered recovering slowly by staying with Yang Wu in that little hut in the middle of nowhere.

Wang Jiuzhong left with Lie Feng. He paid no attention at all to Yang Wu from the beginning of this whole ordeal, as if the young man did not exist.

Yang Wu sent Wang Jiuzhong away with a smile on his face, unfazed by the disregard in the slightest. He couldn’t wait for that nuisance to get out of his sight. After all, he didn’t want a ticking time bomb that could blow up at any moment around him.

Naturally, Meng Helang went with Lie Feng, not forgetting to take one final glance at Yang Wu before leaving. Yang Wu noticed Meng Helang’s attention and returned it with an expressionless look.

When everyone had dispersed, Skinny Monkey breathed a sigh of relief and said to Yang Wu, “Big Brother, is that a King, someone who has broken through the General Realm? I couldn’t breathe under all that pressure!”

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“Yes, that’s a King’s aura for you. Moreover, that was only the aura of a beat-up King, and it rendered us breathless. If he had recovered completely, I’m afraid we would all die if he got angry!” Yang Wu lamented. Then, he shook his fist at the sky and said triumphantly, “He is old now, and the future is ours!”

Skinny Monkey’s eyes lit up. “Yes, the future is ours!”

Too bad there weren’t any people around to chide the pair for their insanity, save for corpses. Two lowly prisoners speaking so boldly, what a joke!

But silently, a girl holding a little black dog believed this “joke.”

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Under the orders of Skinny Monkey, the prisoners built a new stone hut.

Yang Wu’s original intention was to build three stone huts. Opportunistically, he thought to borrow a little bit of Wang Jiuzhong’s reputation and firmly believed that no one would dare to gossip about him in the current situation.

However, Skinny Monkey turned down the offer of a stone hut with the excuse that his own den was more comfortable. In reality, he did not have the guts to live in one.

As for Xiaoman, she was all the more apprehensive. She only wished to stay in front of the young master’s stone hut, content as long as she could see him from time to time.

If another stone hut were built for her, wouldn’t that separate her from her young master and shorten the time she could meet him?

Since they were reluctant, Yang Wu did not insist. He sat in his newly built stone hut, planning his next steps.

Right now, he could ride on the coattails of Wan Lanxin and Wang Jiuzhong, but only depending on external forces would not bode well for the long run. At most, it would make his life a little easier in prison. But if he wanted to get rid of his status as a prisoner, he would have to depend on himself.

Instead of meditating, Yang Wu practiced a set of palm techniques.

This set of palm techniques, called “Spiraling Waves Rending Palm Strike,” was an Inferior Grade General Class combat technique. One had to be a Warrior to practice it.

Back then, when Yang Wu was about to hit the Warrior Realm, he had memorized this palm technique from his family’s martial arts library.

This palm technique had a total of thirty-six variations, and once cultivated to the Accomplished stage, it could exert great force like crashing waves.

Now that Yang Wu was a Medial Grade Warrior, it was time to practice this palm technique.

Following the incantations of the palm technique, Yang Wu repeatedly swung his palms, getting a feel for the technique. He familiarized himself with the rhythm, so that he could concentrate his strength on making stunning attacks.

Generally speaking, the higher the level of the combat technique, the more difficult it was to practice. The Spiraling Waves Rending Palm Strike was a General Class combat technique, and the difficulty was not low. However, Yang Wu grasped the form of this palm technique after practicing for only an hour.

His level of comprehension was extraordinary.

This combat technique is related to water-attributed Profound Energy. Let me try combining it with Dragon Turtle Water Suppression Stance! Yang Wu calmed himself. After a moment of thought, he took up the Dragon Turtle Water Suppression Stance, then used the palm technique.

Suddenly, the energy under his Yongquan acupoints surged, rushing through the minor meridian to two acupoints on his palm. The energy penetrated the palm acupoints, forming a cyclone, and shot out a blue palm print in one fell swoop.

Boom!

Yang Wu was stunned when he saw a distinct palm punched out on the wall of the stone hut.

At this moment, a figure appeared outside his stone hut. A voice drifted over. “My good nephew Yang Wu, you are so well-hidden. I almost believed the rumors that your dantian was crippled!”

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