Martial Peak - Rise Of The Human Emperor-Chapter 67 – Angry Meng Wu Ya!

"Where is Long Zai Tian?"

The voice was utterly flat, devoid of any emotion. Yet, despite its calm tone, everyone present couldn't help but tremble. A chilling aura blanketed the area—the arrival of this mysterious expert was clearly not a friendly one.

He was looking for the Vice Head of the Blood Group?

Confused glances were exchanged all around. Doubts and unease quickly took root in everyone's heart.

"Follow me outside to look," Hu Man said, standing up with large, purposeful strides. The Hallmasters and Elders had no choice but to follow behind him.

Once they stepped outside, all eyes were drawn to the figure hovering mid-air.

An old man stood there, suspended in the sky with absolute ease, his body draped entirely in white. He exuded a sense of overwhelming pressure. His sharp eyes, like those of a hawk surveying the land from above, swept across the people below with pure disdain. There was arrogance in that gaze—an overwhelming sense of superiority—as if all beneath him were nothing more than insects.

As those piercing eyes moved across the crowd, an involuntary shiver ran through everyone.

"Peak of the Immortal Ascension Boundary!" Hu Man muttered in a low, shaken voice. The rough skin on his face twitched noticeably.

"Peak of the Immortal Ascension Boundary?" a few others gasped in shock. "Could he be the leader of High Heaven Pavilion?"

In this vast region, there were many powerful cultivators who had reached the Immortal Ascension Boundary, but those who had truly reached its peak were rare. The only known individual at that level was the elusive leader of the High Heaven Pavilion. He was like a divine dragon—spoken of in hushed tones but almost never seen.

Some people couldn't help but mistake this old man for him.

"He's not the leader," Hu Man said slowly, shaking his head. He had caught a glimpse of the High Heaven Pavilion's leader once in his youth, and this was not the same person. The faces didn't match at all.

Besides... even though this man exuded the pressure of a peak-level powerhouse, it somehow felt heavier, more oppressive than what Hu Man expected from someone merely at that level.

Hu Man himself was a Seventh Stage Immortal Ascension Boundary expert—powerful in his own right. Even if the leader of High Heaven Pavilion appeared, Hu Man wouldn't be so overwhelmed.

But this old man was different. When he looked at him, it felt like facing a towering, unscalable mountain. A vast, endless river. No matter how much strength or time Hu Man poured into crossing it, he knew he would never succeed.

It was a strange sensation... but Hu Man trusted his instincts.

This man wasn't an enemy. At least, he hoped not.

But just where had this monster of a powerhouse come from?

With extreme caution, Hu Man stepped forward, cupping his fists respectfully and bowing. "May I know the esteemed senior's name?"

The floating figure was none other than Meng Wu Ya.

He had kept his fury in check for far too long. The moment he returned to High Heaven Pavilion, he began hunting for Long Zai Tian. But he had first taken precautions—guarding his disciple to prevent her from sneaking off to find Kai Yang. Only after confirming that she had secluded herself did he finally come to deal with this matter.

And now that he was here... he was not in the mood for pleasantries.

"Are you Long Zai Tian?" Meng Wu Ya narrowed his eyes, his gaze like a predator locking onto its prey.

Hu Man instinctively circulated his Yuan Qi. Though he felt like his life hung by a thread, he maintained his composure. As the leader of a powerful group, he had trained himself to remain calm even in moments of crisis. If he faltered now from mere words, wouldn't that be disgraceful?

"This one is Blood Group Hallmaster Hu Man. He does not know the senior—"

Before he could finish, Meng Wu Ya interrupted him, his voice impatient.

"If you're not Long Zai Tian, then why are you speaking?"

Hu Man froze. Though momentarily stunned, he did not let anger take over. As he attempted to speak again—

Meng Wu Ya exploded.

"Fuck you, Long Zai Tian, you old dog! Roll out here and face this old man!"

His roar tore through the sky, shaking the clouds and vibrating the earth. It echoed far beyond the Blood Group compound—reaching the Storm House, the High Heaven Pavilion, and beyond.

Silence followed in its wake.

A group of Immortal Ascension Boundary and True Element Boundary experts stared blankly at Meng Wu Ya. Their faces were slack with disbelief. Their expressions seemed frozen, as if their brains hadn't caught up with what they had just witnessed.

Who could have imagined that such a supreme powerhouse would curse so loudly and so crudely?

Dignity? Reputation?

Any cultivator with even a shred of status would usually uphold their image. But Meng Wu Ya seemed to throw all decorum to the wind. His rage made it clear—he had an unresolvable enmity with Long Zai Tian, enough to toss away every shred of pride and restraint.

Whatever Long Zai Tian had done... it had clearly incited a fury beyond words.

Hu Man, still maintaining composure, tried to reason, "Senior, if you have grievances, I am willing to listen."

Though this man's strength was terrifying, Hu Man didn't want to provoke him. But Long Zai Tian was, after all, the Vice Hallmaster. He had to find a way to mediate.

Just then, Meng Wu Ya raised his hand, half-extending his palm toward Hu Man.

"Don't you move," he warned coldly. "Long Zai Tian! If you don't come out right now, this old man will massacre your entire Blood Group!"

The tone was so violent and forceful that it sent chills down the spine of every person present. The threat was not empty—it was backed by monstrous power.

In his eyes, the Blood Group meant absolutely nothing.

Hu Man's face turned as red as a chili. Even a clay doll wouldn't look this flushed. It was clear that he was boiling with anger. But faced with Meng Wu Ya's overbearing might, he had no choice but to swallow his fury.

Still, it was going too far.

And Meng Wu Ya clearly had no intention of easing up.

"Is Long Zai Tian a turtle? Hiding in his shell? Does he not even dare to come out and meet this old man?" he shouted again, sweeping his gaze across the people below.

Finally, a cold voice answered him—not from an elder, but a young man.

"This mister, mind your words. What grudge do you have with my grandfather that you insult him so viciously?"

It was Long Jun.

Meng Wu Ya's words had crossed a line. Long Jun, a descendant of Long Zai Tian, could not bear to stay silent any longer. Surrounded by numerous masters, he found the courage to speak up. So what if this man was a peak Immortal Ascension Boundary cultivator? The Blood Group wasn't weak—they had their own formidable lineup. If a fight broke out, Meng Wu Ya might not walk away.

"Your grandfather?" Meng Wu Ya narrowed his eyes dangerously and fixed Long Jun with an intense gaze.

"The person you're looking for is my grandfather," Long Jun replied boldly.

"Very good," Meng Wu Ya said with a cold smile. "A dragon will be a dragon, a phoenix will be a phoenix, and a mouse will dig holes from the moment it's born. That Long Hui wasn't much, and you, as his elder brother, won't be any better."

The crowd was momentarily stunned.

Why bring up Long Hui now? The statement seemed completely random. Was the old man just rambling?

Long Jun, however, immediately turned red with rage.

"You're too arrogant! This is the Blood Group! Not a place where you can run wild!"

"Is this old man acting wild?" Meng Wu Ya asked, as though someone had just told him the world's funniest joke. A wide grin stretched across his face from ear to ear, but then—without warning—his expression turned icy cold. His voice turned sharp and scolding as he said, "So what if this old man is acting wildly? What can you even do about it?"

He didn't wait for a response.

As casually as if he were brushing dust off his shoulder, Meng Wu Ya lifted his hand and threw out a slap.

"Shunt!" The sound rang out like a whip crack.

Hu Man's face paled instantly. He had intended to step forward to protect Long Jun, but Meng Wu Ya's movements were far too fast—like lightning piercing the sky. In the blink of an eye, before anyone could react, Long Jun's head snapped to the side from a thunderous slap.

Two of his teeth spun out of his mouth like flying stones, trailing blood through the air. His body followed suit, hurled several meters away before he crashed into the ground with a heavy thud.

Everyone from the Blood Group froze in stunned horror.

Their expressions turned pale; many trembled.

They simply couldn't understand what they had just witnessed. Meng Wu Ya had been standing a full fifty meters away from Long Jun, and yet... the slap had landed cleanly. It happened so fast and so effortlessly that none of them—Immortal Ascension Boundary experts included—had even registered when he moved.

Was such a feat even possible for a Immortal Ascension Boundary Stage cultivator?

Even for someone at the peak of that realm, it would be difficult—no, impossible—to land such a precise and instantaneous strike across that kind of distance. The coordination, the power, the sheer mastery... It was beyond anything they could comprehend.

Hu Man's heart trembled.

Even if the leader of the High Heaven Pavilion had launched that slap, Hu Man was about ninety percent confident that he could have intercepted it before it reached Long Jun.

But this man?

This was not someone you could predict or block.

The disparity was too vast.

Meanwhile, Long Jun was left dazed on the ground. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes swam with disbelief. He groaned as he tried to push himself up, but it took several tries before he could even tell which direction was upright. He finally lifted his swollen, red face to look at Meng Wu Ya again—his earlier arrogance completely shattered.

There was nothing left of the proud heir of the Long Family. His eyes were wide with panic and humiliation. For someone who always flaunted power and status, to be beaten down so publicly—so easily—was an unbearable disgrace.

And Meng Wu Ya?

He stood tall and calm, his hands behind his back, the very image of unshakable might.

"This old man has acted wildly again," he said coldly. "So now what are you going to do?"

He raised his palm again.

Pa! Another loud crack rang out.

Long Jun was sent flying once more, like a ragdoll in the wind. He didn't even manage to scream.

The Blood Group's many experts remained frozen. Not a single one moved to defend him.

"Fuck! This old man is acting wildly, but you insects don't even understand the meaning of acting wildly!" Meng Wu Ya declared boldly, voice dripping with disdain. His words, crude as they were, echoed like divine decree in the silent courtyard.

He walked forward slowly, waving his hand casually as if swatting flies.

Pa! Pa! Pa!

Each wave sent Long Jun flying again, and again, and again.

His body tumbled across the ground, bruised and bloodied, barely able to groan as the beating continued.

Finally, Hu Man couldn't bear it anymore.

"Senior!" he shouted, stepping forward, fury bubbling in his chest. "You are a man of great cultivation, a master among masters! Why are you bullying a junior? Aren't you afraid you'll become a laughingstock?"

Meng Wu Ya sneered.

"If this old man were serious... would the boy still be alive?" he said sharply. "This is nothing more than a light lesson."

Then, with a flick of his fingers, he added, "Come here, boy."

His hand reached out, and a vortex of suction force erupted from his palm.

Long Jun, still writhing on the ground, was pulled into the air like a puppet caught in a storm. His arms flailed in panic, but the power gripping him was overwhelming. As he was lifted into the air, he screamed, "Master! Save me!"

"Senior!" Hu Man barked, stepping forward again, trying to intervene.

But Meng Wu Ya didn't even spare him a glance. His hand clamped around Long Jun's neck, lifting him effortlessly off the ground. The young man dangled helplessly, his legs kicking, face pale with terror.

A deep, dark fury swirled in Meng Wu Ya's eyes.

"This old man has come to settle a debt—one born from injustice. I'm not here to massacre the Blood Group. I'm only looking for Long Zai Tian!" he said, his voice like thunder in a storm. "And you—boy—you're his grandson. So you'd better answer honestly... where. Is. He?"

Long Jun, terrified out of his wits, no longer dared to show even a flicker of pride.

After two merciless slaps and a few terrifying seconds hanging by the throat, he had become more obedient than a trained dog.

"G-Grandfather is... with the group at the moment..." he stammered through swollen lips, cheeks puffed like steamed buns.

"Where exactly?"

"The... the mining area!" Long Jun replied with a trembling voice, fearful to delay even for a second.

"Point the way."

"Th-that way!" Long Jun answered instantly, raising a shaky hand in the indicated direction. Though his face throbbed with pain, the threat of death had sharpened his instincts. He didn't dare hesitate.

Meng Wu Ya snorted in contempt.

With a flick of his hand, ropes of twisted spiritual energy materialized in the air—resembling thick bamboo strips—and wrapped around Long Jun, binding him tightly. Without waiting another moment, Meng Wu Ya soared into the sky, dragging the bound youth behind him as he flew toward the Blood Group's mining area.

Below, panic spread like wildfire.

"Group Master!" several elders turned to Hu Man, anxious and confused, eyes demanding a decision.

Hu Man ground his teeth, his fury barely contained.

"...Follow them!" he commanded at last.

Though rage burned in his chest, he had no choice. He still had no idea what Long Zai Tian had done to offend such a powerful master. But regardless of the reason, this incident had brought opportunity.

Hu Man's anger wasn't only directed at Meng Wu Ya for being so unreasonable—it was also aimed at Long Zai Tian.

That old bastard had always been arrogant, always acted like a tyrant within the group. For years, the Long Family had acted as if they owned the Blood Group. And because they were so vital to the group's strength, Hu Man had been forced to tolerate them.

But now... maybe fate had handed him a way out.

If Long Zai Tian had really offended someone of Meng Wu Ya's level, this might be the perfect chance to cut the Long Family down to size—without lifting a single finger himself.

Let that monstrous old man do the dirty work.

Yes... this chaos might be just the thing he needed to restructure the Blood Group's future.

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Meanwhile, Yang Kai was quietly cultivating in his room, focusing entirely on refining his Yuan Qi. The world outside was silent, and time seemed to move slowly in the calm of his meditative state.

Suddenly, an explosive boom echoed through the air, shaking the very walls of his room. A wave of intense Yuan Qi fluctuations surged through the sky, sharp and wild like clashing thunderstorms.

Yang Kai's eyes snapped open, startled.

Even from dozens of kilometers away, he could feel the rippling energy of powerful cultivators in combat.

"So powerful..." he murmured to himself, his eyes reflecting awe.

He stood still for a moment, feeling the aftermath of each collision from afar, the shockwaves reverberating like rolling thunder. His eyes glimmered with anticipation—this was the kind of power he aspired to, the level he dreamed of reaching one day.

Moments later, the quiet city began to stir.

Doors creaked open across the Black Wind Trade City as people emerged from their homes and inns, drawn by the commotion. From the familiar buildings, a few prominent figures stepped out.

High Heaven Pavilion's Su Yan.

Bloody Battle Gang's Hu Jiao'er.

Storm House's Fang Ziji.

The three women appeared one after another, each radiating a dignified aura. Their gazes locked onto the direction of the distant battlefield, expressions serious and determined.

Without a word, they took to the sky, transforming into streaks of light. Su Yan led the charge, followed by Hu Jiao'er and then Fang Ziji, the three of them vanishing swiftly toward the source of the disturbance.

Shortly after they departed, more people poured out onto the streets. Some looked fearful, others merely curious, but all were drawn by the deafening sounds and the raging energy in the air.

A young man among the crowd shouted excitedly, "Something's going on over there! I'm going to take a look!"

His voice sparked a reaction. One by one, others began to follow him, running toward the commotion. Shops in the nearby district began closing down as citizens, once cautious and reserved, now moved with curiosity and urgency.

"What a rare opportunity! This has to be an Immortal Ascension Boundary-level battle!" a Storm House disciple exclaimed to his companion, his eyes wide with excitement. "Quick, let's go! Who knows how many years it'll be before we get to witness something like this again?"

"Wait, are you crazy?" the other hesitated. "If we get caught in the crossfire, we'll die for sure!"

"Come on! We'll just watch from a distance. Experts like them won't accidentally hurt bystanders. They have control."

Without waiting for an answer, the excited disciple rushed ahead, vanishing into the crowd.

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The force of the battle was far too devastating—it was drawing attention from all three major forces. And if things continued at this scale, who knew how far the chaos would spread?

Yang Kai stood in place for a while. Eventually, unable to contain his own curiosity, he moved.

Blending into the crowd carefully, he dashed forward, heading toward the direction of the battle. Though he didn't know what exactly was happening, he couldn't help but feel this event was significant.

Something inside him stirred, whispering that the outcome of this battle might just be the start of a new Chapter in his journey.