Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

On a different day at the break of dawn, around 7 o'clock in the morning.

Atop Star-picking Peak!

A middle-aged man with a blood-colored longsword strapped to his back sat with his eyes half-closed, meditating at the summit of the mountain.

Below, countless people gathered, all of them looking up in awe and shock.

"That's Star-picking Peak! It's a thousand meters high! Is he not afraid of falling to his death?"

"You know nothing! Do you have any idea who that person sitting on the summit is?"

"Who is it?"

"Yuan Qingtian! The super-strong contender ranked fifth on the Emperor List, aside from the top four elite contenders, no one in the whole of Huaxia is his match!"

Whoosh!

Upon hearing this, a continuous wave of surprised gasps erupted from the crowd.

One must know, a super-strong contender ranked fifth on the Emperor List is like a godly being.

Those discussing below were all Martial Cultivators.

As for ninety percent of ordinary people, they were completely unaware of the existence of something like the Emperor List, let alone the so-called Yuan Qingtian.

The other ten percent of ordinary people, who knew Martial Artists, were the ones who understood just how supreme the person sitting on the summit was.

At the same time, numerous celebrities and dignitaries were desperately rushing to the scene, fearing that arriving even a second late would cause them to miss this earth-shattering and unprecedented battle.

When those tycoons and dignitaries arrived, their eyes were filled with astonishment as they looked at the middle-aged man sitting on Star-picking Peak.

One must know, Star-picking Peak was a thousand meters high, not to mention the severe lack of oxygen sitting up there, but to even reach the top was an act against heaven itself.

Yet, the middle-aged man sat cross-legged, giving off a fearless aura. Moreover, not a hint of mist or dew could be seen on him.

While the crowd was already drenched by dew and enveloped in mist, it was as if there was a super-evaporation machine around the middle-aged man, completely vaporizing any dew or mist long before it reached him.

The crowds surged, with tens of thousands of onlookers, and at least a thousand security guards present on the scene!

Of course, ninety percent of the people could only watch from the perimeter.

Those who could get close were without exception Martial Arts Masters, or those with special identities, or perhaps accompanying a major figure.

At this time, Dong Man, Cheng Miaohan, Yang Miaomiao, Wu Mingzhe, Zhou Yitao, Su Xinhe, and others, had appeared here.

Dong Man, holding Cheng Miaohan's hand, led the others toward the inner field, a smug look on her face:

"Today, you guys are in for a treat!"

"Today, you will witness a battle for the ages!"

Upon hearing this, everyone was a bit baffled, and Wu Mingzhe even asked with an embarrassed expression:

"Aunt Man, what do you mean? We don't quite understand."

Dong Man simply pointed at the summit of Star-picking Peak with a smile, "Just look up there."

Instinctively, they all looked up, only to immediately widen their eyes in disbelief:

"How... how is this possible?"

Even Cheng Miaohan was somewhat astounded. They were all just sixteen or seventeen-year-old high school students, utterly naive about what a Martial Arts Master was, even less aware of the existence of Martial Cultivators in this world.

They had always assumed that so-called Martial Cultivators and Cultivators existed only in novels and TV dramas.

But now, they witnessed someone atop Star-picking Peak sitting motionless, his figure unflinchingly solitary against the skyline, and they felt that their understanding of the world was completely turned on its head, far beyond their everyday knowledge and experience.

After a brief shock, Zhou Yitao couldn't help but ask in astonishment,

"Aunt Man, who exactly is this middle-aged man sitting on the peak?"

Seeing that everyone was as clueless as a beginner, Dong Man's face revealed a touch of pride that came with being above the ordinary folk,

"You don't know yet? The person sitting atop the peak is Yuan Qingtian! He's a super powerhouse ranked fifth on the Emperor List, an existence that looks down upon all beings, supremely eminent!"

"Emperor List? What is that?" Everyone was curious.

"The Emperor List is a ranking list of the top powerhouses in Huaxia, a compilation that encompasses the strength and rankings of all Martial Arts Masters in Huaxia."

Whoa!

Hearing this, the eyes of everyone present widened in shock. The Emperor List was such a terrifying entity, so was Yuan Qingtian's strength and status akin to that of a Heavenly God?

"Aunt Man, who is this Yuan Qingtian about to duel with? It's causing such a commotion!" Wu Mingzhe also couldn't help but press for an answer.

"Mr. Lin from Shu Province!" Dong Man said with a light smile.

Hearing this title, everyone felt an inexplicable tremor in their hearts; Mr. Lin from Shu Province was also a terrifying figure.

Even Lu Haotian, the underground boss of Lin City, was said to be utterly respectful in his presence. Not only that, but Mr. Lin had also stepped on the Luo Family, the Xie family, destroyed the Zhong Family, and just half a month earlier, he had killed the martial expert Cui Zhenyuan from Han Country with a single punch.

For them, both Yuan Qingtian and Mr. Lin were akin to godly, fearsome beings.

Just then, someone screamed aloud,

"Holy shit, is this guy even human?"

Upon hearing this, nearly ninety percent of those present turned their gaze in the direction pointed out, their eyes bulging.

Somehow, there was someone who had been walking up the sheer cliff, as if on flat ground, covering the hundreds of meters of height of Star-picking Peak in the blink of an eye, reaching halfway up the mountain.

To them, these Martial Arts Masters were impossibly powerful and overwhelmingly formidable.

Now, they felt their worldview was completely overturned; they had always thought that so-called Martial Arts Masters were only found in TV and movies.

But they had not expected that Martial Arts Masters truly existed in the world, and what's more, they were many times more formidable than the Martial Arts Masters depicted in TV and movies.

In just over twenty breaths, the person had reached Yuan Qingtian, who was sitting at the peak. Standing tall, he called out reverently,

"Sword Saint, sir."

Hearing this, Yuan Qingtian slightly opened his tightly shut eyes, and as his gaze sharply burst forth, an invisible killing intent instantly swept towards the man.

Not only that, the entire summit was filled with turbulent air, an aura of solemn killing intent enveloping the whole mountain in an instant.

Everyone felt a chilling sensation sweep through them, as if plunging into an ice cave!

Han Zichong's complexion turned instantly pale, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips,

"I never would have thought that in just two years, the Sword Saint has already stepped into the realm of Intermediate Martial Venerate."

"And I haven't even managed to break through the shackles to enter the realm of Martial Venerate."

"Compared to the Sword Saint, the gap between us is probably like that between a divine dragon and an ant."

"Originally, I was somewhat worried for the Sword Saint, but now it seems that for the Sword Saint to kill Mr. Lin, it will be as easy as slaughtering a chicken."

(The third update will continue tomorrow with more excitement. Goodnight, go to sleep early, everyone. If you really want an explanation, I finished work today after 6 PM and started writing, but halfway through, the person living below came up and said there was a water leak. They completely disrupted me, delaying me for a full two hours! Not only that, the plotline I meticulously planned was deliberately thrown into disarray. I didn't want to explain, but I'm sure some readers definitely want an explanation.)