Supreme Dragon Martial Soul-Chapter 278: Who Else, Come Up!

This is the final Outer Sect tournament that Qi Guyun will participate in!

He plans to lead the Crown Prince Hall to glorious achievements and then advance to the Inner Sect.

Yet unexpectedly, as soon as the challenge began, Luo Cheng killed three members of their Crown Prince Hall consecutively, bringing utter disgrace to the entire Crown Prince Hall!

Absolutely intolerable!

"This man is far too arrogant!"

"Which senior brother will step up and slay him!"

The members of the Crown Prince Hall were utterly furious, each and every one of them exuding intense killing intent.

The weaker members of the Crown Prince Hall nervously glanced around, hoping someone would step up and kill Luo Cheng!

Those in the Tongxuan Realm Third Layer Peak, qualified to challenge Luo Cheng, glanced at each other hesitantly.

They were equally enraged, but the strength Luo Cheng had displayed left them deeply cautious.

Seeing this, Ren Xiaoguang shouted sternly:

"Everyone, Luo Cheng has killed three of our Crown Prince Hall members. This is an unprecedented humiliation for us! If we let him leave alive today, how can our Crown Prince Hall maintain its dignity? We would lose all face!"

Qi Guyun spoke coldly: "Whoever kills Luo Cheng will receive an additional reward of five thousand Essence Energy Pills!"

"I’ll go!"

Amidst the fervor, a towering figure suddenly stood up.

This man stood eight feet tall, his bulging muscles giving him the appearance of an iron tower, his entire aura radiating intense killing intent.

"Senior Brother Wu Feng!"

"Senior Brother Wu Feng advanced to the Tongxuan Realm Third Layer Peak long ago and is a cross-training martial artist. It’s said his physical strength is nearing seventy thousand pounds! Enough to crush Luo Cheng!"

"With Senior Brother Wu Feng stepping in, Luo Cheng is guaranteed to die!"

The surrounding crowd fixed their gaze on the burly youth, their expressions filled with excitement.

Qi Guyun instructed: "Give it your all, end this swiftly!"

Wu Feng nodded and stomped down hard, landing heavily on Platform Three, creating evident cracks in the ground.

"Luo Cheng! You’ve cultivated the Golden Body Realm. It’s said your physical body is invincible at the same level. Let me test that claim!"

Wu Feng stared at Luo Cheng, his eyes filled with undisguised killing intent, sharp as steel needles.

Before Luo Cheng could respond, a frosty voice rang out from the side.

"You members of the Crown Prince Hall sure have thick skin! Kill one, send two! Kill two, send three! Are you planning to subject my junior brother to a battle of attrition? The rules of the Outer Sect tournament prohibit consecutive challenges against a single person!"

The speaker was Chen Lingyu.

She was worried that repeated fights would wear Luo Cheng down.

From the high platform, Elder Chen Xuan also spoke: "Luo Cheng, step down quickly!"

Upon hearing this, Ren Xiaoguang raised his voice, mocking Luo Cheng disdainfully: "Luo Cheng, you were so cocky just now. Are you going to shrink away like a coward now? You may evade for now, but you can’t hide forever!"

With his arms crossed, Wu Feng also looked toward Luo Cheng. "Luo Cheng, after killing members of our Crown Prince Hall, today you’ll pay back with blood! If you’re too afraid to fight, kneel down and knock your head three times before me!"

"With you?"

Luo Cheng laughed boisterously, his eyes scanning the Crown Prince Hall crowd. "If you all want to kill me, then come! Whether you plan a battle of attrition or any other strategy, I’ll accompany you to the end today!"

Luo Cheng’s bold laughter startled the crowd. This was blatant provocation, showing absolutely no regard for the Crown Prince Hall!

The faces of the Crown Prince Hall members turned red with anger!

They were of noble standing, extraordinarily talented, and they commanded respect in the Outer Sect.

To be mocked publicly by someone with a Wasted Martial Soul was simply outrageous!

"Senior Brother Wu Feng, kill this brat quickly!"

"Break his limbs first. Let’s see if he still dares to be so arrogant!"

The members of the Crown Prince Hall gritted their teeth in fury, their killing intent so thick that they wished to tear Luo Cheng apart immediately!

On the high platform, Elder Chen Xuan furrowed his brows and said, "I think this fight should end here. The Outer Sect tournament isn’t a place for disciples to slaughter one another or act brutishly. Let’s not make a spectacle."

He was concerned that the situation would spiral out of control.

Luo Cheng might win this round, but what about the next? And even if he survives the challenge round, in the top hundred ranking matches, he would face true elites—each capable of taking on ten opponents!

"Elder Chen Xuan, this is a voluntary duel between both parties, there’s nothing wrong with that. Besides, we don’t have the authority to interfere,"

The Great Elder Qin Yun dismissed Chen Xuan’s concerns outright, continuing, "Furthermore, this Luo Cheng is overly arrogant and unrestrained. Not only did he kill members of the Crown Prince Hall publicly, but he also provoked them with words. This has already become a matter of no return. Stopping them now would only be like drinking poison to quench thirst."

"If this news reaches the Eighth Prince Jin Min or Nangong Jue, unnecessary misunderstandings could arise..."

"The Great Elder is right. Stopping it now would only delay the inevitable. We might as well let them fight it out properly."

As Qin Yun’s words settled, several elders voiced their agreement.

Elder Chen Xuan’s face darkened in anger. He knew the Crown Prince Hall’s influence within the sect was growing increasingly oppressive, but until now, they’d only operated covertly.

But today, Qin Yun brazenly invoked names like Jin Min and Nangong Jue to suppress him—it was truly intolerable!

"Hmph!"

Chen Xuan snorted heavily, showing his dissatisfaction openly.

Qin Yun ignored him and turned his gaze to Platform Three, saying, "The Martial Artist World is inherently cruel, where strength reigns supreme! The weak serve as prey to the strong, and only the fittest survive! Let this be a lesson for other disciples, so they avoid stirring trouble and offending those they shouldn’t offend."

Chen Xuan remained silent, also looking toward Platform Three, but a thought crossed his mind—he hoped Luo Cheng would emerge victorious and suppress the arrogance of the Crown Prince Hall!

On Platform Three.

"Brat, you’re too arrogant! Do you really think there’s no one who can handle you?"

Wu Feng saw Luo Cheng disregarding him entirely, and his killing intent surged. He unleashed his Martial Soul, a stone stele shimmering with seven stars!

Boom!

With his Martial Soul activated, Wu Feng’s momentum peaked. His taut muscle lines were like those of a predator ready to strike.

"Enough talk! This will be over quickly—make your move!"

Luo Cheng declared his intent to finish the battle swiftly. These people did nothing to stir his interest.

So far, he had only activated one Essence Energy Vortex, holding back all his trump cards. Their strength wasn’t even on the same level!

"You!"

Wu Feng’s face darkened further, Luo Cheng’s impatient tone enraging him even more!

"You’re right—it’ll be over quickly! Die!"

With a furious roar, Wu Feng charged forward.

"Furious Mountain Charge!"

In midair, Wu Feng’s Essence Energy surged, his fist carrying the overwhelming weight of a mountain as it blasted toward Luo Cheng.

Pop, pop, pop...

The air rippled from the force of impact. His fist, enveloped within a towering peak, exuded devastating momentum.

Luo Cheng didn’t retreat but advanced, striking out with his own fist.

Seeing this, Wu Feng’s expression twisted into a savage grin. He was a cross-training martial artist, his physical strength close to seventy thousand pounds. Even if Luo Cheng had cultivated the Golden Body Realm, his power couldn’t compare!

To face him head-on—it was pure folly!

"Die!"

Wu Feng roared, pouring twelvefold strength into his attack.

Boom!

The two fists clashed fiercely.

Crack!

The mountain’s shadow shattered, and Wu Feng’s right arm twisted unnaturally, exposing white bones.

"What!"

Wu Feng’s eyes widened in shock—he had been overpowered in a direct clash!

How could he possibly fall short?

For a brief moment of hesitation, a fist cloaked in the shadow of a massive cauldron struck toward him with murderous intent.

Bang!

The sound echoed like a drum being struck.

The next moment.

Wu Feng’s chest exploded, a gush of blood spraying into the air as he was blasted backward, leaving a horrifying trail of blood across the platform!

Luo Cheng glanced indifferently at the corpse, his cold gaze shifting toward the members of the Crown Prince Hall:

"Anyone else? Get up here!"