286: Isn't it ridiculous to bully the weak with the strong?

Ouyang Mingri sat inside the carriage, his voice, still calm, emanating through the curtain: “Ren Qianxing, your Supreme Alliance is powerful now; I have already retreated, so why be so aggressive?”

“It’s fine if you want to run! But you shouldn’t have taken the Nine Dragon Stone!”

Ren Qianxing sneered, “There’s nothing the Supreme Lord wants that he can’t get!

Ouyang Mingri, I know your martial arts are not weak, but you are incapacitated and only have one servant by your side. How can you withstand the elites of my Supreme Alliance?

A wise man submits to circumstances. Come back with me! I don’t want to waste your medical skills.”

“It seems there’s no room for discussion then,” Ouyang Mingri sighed softly.

“Attack!” Ren Qianxing stopped his idle talk and ordered sharply.

The surrounding Disciples instantly surged forward, blades flashing and Sword Qi soaring, charging straight for the carriage!

Yi Shan roared, brandishing his horsewhip to meet the enemy. Though his martial arts were not top-tier, his power was immense, and for a time, he managed to hold off several men.

However, the black-clad men were numerous and worked in perfect coordination, quickly putting Yi Shan in a perilous situation.

Just then, several cold glints shot out from the four walls of the carriage, and silver needles, as fine as ox hair, rained down like a sudden storm in all directions!

“Watch out for hidden weapons!” Ren Qianxing swung his sword to parry, the clanging sounds incessant.

Though Ouyang Mingri was incapacitated, his mechanisms and hidden weapons were truly exceptional.

Seizing this opportunity, Yi Shan forcefully repelled two men and guarded the carriage door.

Ren Qianxing’s gaze turned cold: “Stubborn fool! If that’s how it is, then face my sword!”

His long sword unsheathed, Sword Qi, like a bolt of silk, slashed towards the carriage!

This sword strike contained his profound Internal Energy, intending to cleave the carriage and the person inside in two!

Before the sword’s edge arrived, the curtain was suddenly flung open, and several golden lights shot out!

These were not silver needles, but even finer, sharper golden threads, screaming through the air!

“Heavenly Mechanism Golden Threads!”

Ren Qianxing’s heart clenched. He had heard of The 'Second Hua Tuo' Ouyang Mingri’s unique skill and dared not be careless. His sword stance shifted from a cleave to a swirling kill, his sword light dancing like a wheel, attempting to shred these annoying golden threads.

A series of dense, crisp clangs rang out, sparks flying.

The golden threads were exceptionally tough, producing the sound of metal clashing against metal when they struck the tempered steel long sword, and they were as agile as snakes, bypass the sword’s edge, aiming directly for Ren Qianxing’s vital points!

Ren Qianxing’s footwork moved continuously, his figure drifting backward like a ghost, while simultaneously sweeping his long sword to parry the pursuing golden threads one by one.

He was secretly alarmed; this Ouyang Mingri, sitting in a wheelchair, relying solely on the golden threads in his hands, could force him into such a predicament!

“What a 'Second Hua Tuo'! He truly has some skill!”

Ren Qianxing roared, and his sword stance abruptly changed from nimble to domineering. With a horizontal slash, Sword Qi surged like a tide, sweeping away several golden threads in front of him.

Ouyang Mingri’s expression remained unchanged, his ten fingers moving as if playing a zither, the golden threads following his movements—stabbing, coiling, cutting, tripping—changing in myriad ways, exquisitely precise.

Under his control, the golden threads seemed to possess life, weaving an invisible net that dissolved Ren Qianxing’s attacks layer by layer.

Ren Qianxing, unable to break through, felt his temper flare.

Now that the Supreme Alliance’s strength had surged, with the potential to unify the world, Ren Qianxing, as the foremost among the younger generation in the Supreme Alliance, had great ambition, and it was a good time to earn merit and rewards.

To gain the Supreme Lord’s favor, and in the future, to end the five-hundred-year chaos and unify the world, he, Ren Qianxing, could also be granted titles and become a general, leaving his name in history.

Now was the time to earn merit and prove himself, yet he couldn’t even take down a crippled man. How could he tolerate that?

“Divine Dragon Palm!”

He roared, unleashing a condensed, incomparably golden Dragon-shaped Qi force, which roared as it tore through the air, heading straight for Ouyang Mingri’s face!

This palm strike was powerful and heavy; he had used all ten parts of his Internal Energy, aiming for a swift victory!

The golden Dragon Palm came with fierce momentum. Ouyang Mingri’s eyes narrowed, not daring to meet it head-on. The wheelchair beneath him rapidly retreated, and the carriage shattered with a crash under the force of that palm.

Wood splinters flew!

The wheelchair beneath Ouyang Mingri rapidly retreated, narrowly avoiding the core impact of the golden Dragon Palm, but the scattered palm wind still struck his chest like a heavy hammer.

“Pfft—”

Ouyang Mingri could no longer suppress his churning Qi and blood; a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, staining his plain white robe.

His face instantly turned ashen, his breathing became rapid, and the hands controlling the golden threads trembled slightly.

“Young Master!”

Yi Shan’s eyes were bloodshot, wanting to rush over to help, but he was desperately entangled by several Supreme Alliance Disciples, unable to protect himself.

Seeing the palm strike take effect, Ren Qianxing’s sneer grew even more pronounced: “Let’s see where else you can retreat! Without the carriage, can you, a cripple, still turn the world upside down?”

He pressed his advantage, his figure like lightning, charging forward again, his long sword pointing directly at Ouyang Mingri’s heart, the cold gleam at the tip of his sword flickering, filled with Killing Intent!

Ouyang Mingri endured the intense pain, and the golden threads rose again, but they had lost their previous agility, forming a makeshift defense that could hardly withstand Ren Qianxing’s fatal blow.

Ren Qianxing’s lips curved into a cruel arc, and his sword strike quickened by three parts.

“Alas…”

A long sigh, as if from ancient times, instantly enveloped the entire official Dao.

Ren Qianxing’s determined sword strike, just three inches from Ouyang Mingri’s heart, was abruptly halted!

It wasn’t that he voluntarily withdrew, but an invisible yet vast, ocean-like pressure rendered him unable to move even a single finger!

Warnings constantly echoed in his mind: Don’t move, move and you die!

The Elder of the Frontier’s figure appeared silently in front of Ouyang Mingri, his grey robe simple, possessing the air of an immortal, his slightly greying form, his gaze gentle with a hint of understanding.

He glanced at his gravely injured Disciple, a flash of pity in his eyes, then gently flicked his sleeve.

A soft yet irresistible force pushed Ren Qianxing, man and sword, several zhang away.

Ren Qianxing stumbled to the ground, looking at the Elder of the Frontier in horror. The oppressive feeling, as if facing the entire world, made him unable to muster any thought of resistance.

“Foolish child, let’s go.” The Elder of the Frontier supported Ouyang Mingri’s wheelchair and nodded slightly to Yi Shan.

Pushing the wheelchair, he sped southward.

Ren Qianxing and the others could only watch, not daring to offer the slightest obstruction.

“Bullying the young, isn’t that laughable? Elder of the Frontier, since you’ve come, why the hurry to leave?”