Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

The masked assassins who were supposed to fire their crossbows suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure, like a tidal wave, pressing down on them. Their knees buckled, and their hands couldn't muster the courage to shoot.

Even though it was just the Miao King, everyone seemed to see thousands of troops behind him.

Several assassins couldn't even hold their crossbows steady.

Yet, some dared to meet the Miao King's gaze.

Just one look, and they fell to their knees!

If they were likened to a vanguard charging into battle, then their morale had been torn open by the Miao King.

The man raised his head, staring unblinkingly at the Miao King. His eyes, hidden under the hat, flashed with shock and panic, then complexity and ambition, before finally settling into calmness.

He spoke coldly, "Release the arrows!"

Still, no one dared to touch the crossbows.

When the man ordered to release the arrows for the third time, finally, an assassin moved.

He shot an arrow at the Miao King.

The Miao King leaped down, caught the arrow aimed at him with one hand, spun it around, and in an instant, upon landing, brutally stabbed it into the assassin's head.

The valley suddenly fell silent.

Crack!

Crack, crack, crack...

Behind the Miao King, wherever he passed, crossbows snapped like dry twigs.

No one saw how he did it, nor understood why the ironwood crossbows were so easily broken.

Almost instinctively, the masked assassins who lost their crossbows took a step back, sweating profusely!

Those who still had crossbows didn't fare much better.

Who dared to fire the first shot?

Standing next to him means death!

Meng Qianqian's eyes sparkled, "What's that move called? So powerful!"

Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow, "The old man has some skills."

The Miao King stood in front of the two young ones, using his broad body as a fortress for them, "I will count to three, those who surrender will not be killed!"

"One."

He took a step forward, his gaze like a torch, filled with warning and murderous intent at the leading man.

Crash—

An assassin threw away his crossbow.

Once there is a first, the rest followed easily.

More and more assassins discarded their crossbows.

"Two—"

The Miao King moved towards the man.

The distance between them grew shorter.

Just as the Miao King was about to shout three, the man suddenly raised his hand, beginning to channel his power.

Only then did Meng Qianqian see clearly, he was wearing gloves that seemed to be made of iron, exuding a chilling cold.

"Cold Ice Palm."

Lu Yuan said.

During his days at Witch Mountain, he had gone through many of Liu Muye's collected books, which included records of the Cold Ice Palm.

This was an extremely domineering martial art that could destroy a person's organs with icy inner strength.

Unless a martial artist practiced the Supreme Yang Divine Skill, no matter how deep their power, they would be injured by the palm power of the Cold Ice Palm.

After hearing Lu Yuan's explanation, Meng Qianqian suddenly understood, "No wonder Mother was injured, did Grandfather practice the Supreme Yang Skill?"

Lu Yuan said, "No."

Meng Qianqian's face changed slightly, "Isn't Grandfather in danger then?"

The man channeled all his power into his palm, and a layer of frost formed on his gloves.

The Miao King had his hands behind his back, like an old man taking a leisurely stroll, turning to leave.

"Miao King, dare to take my palm?"

The man said coldly, then leapt forward, aiming a palm at the Miao King!

Meng Qianqian exclaimed in surprise, "Grandfa—"

The Miao King delivered a spinning kick, hitting the man's chest, and mercilessly sent the man flying.

"Just because you want me to take it, you think I will? Who do you think you are?"

The man fell clumsily to the ground, ribs fractured, spitting out blood on the spot.

Meng Qianqian murmured, "…It's a good tactic."

The Miao King scratched his ear and said to Meng Qianqian, "Girl, go!"

Meng Qianqian's expression became solemn, "Yes!"

She lowered her palm, putting on her silver thread gloves.

Lu Yuan frowned, looking at the Miao King, "Old man."

The Miao King waved his hand, found a rock to sit on, "Relax, I've sealed thirty percent of his inner strength."

Lu Yuan's face darkened, "Only thirty percent? Are you trying to get her killed?"

"Oh, you noticed."

Though the Miao King dealt with him with just one kick, the opponent's strength was formidable.

The Miao King said, "No worries, if she can't beat him, she can still run away."

Boom!

Meng Qianqian avoided the opponent's palm power, the tree beside her was broken, even the roots blasted out.

The Miao King held a sprig of dog's tail grass in his mouth, crossed his legs and said, "Girl, I've taught you the finishing move, whether you win or not is up to you."

Meng Qianqian blocked the opponent's palm with her heavy mace, "What's the finishing move? With a foot?"

The Miao King, "With your hand."

Meng Qianqian, "..."

The Miao King suddenly said, "Take his palm!"

The man's Cold Ice Palm pressed in front of her, there was no way to dodge, and the lower part was firmly defended by the opponent.