Just as the Green Lotus Grandmaster was worried that Jiang Tian might throw another punch his way—
“Ancient Yoga—Divine Concealment Technique!”
Suddenly, with a low shout, Singh made his move.
His body flickered, closing in on Jiang Tian like a ghost.
But when he was still over ten meters away—
His figure suddenly grew faint, like a translucent phantom, and then with another swift flicker, he vanished completely.
“Ah? Where’d he go?”
“This is ancient yoga? He can actually turn invisible—amazing!”
“So terrifying! Ancient yoga is a practice that cultivates both the mind and the body!” Huo Qingtian and the others were both puzzled and astonished.
“Heh, an ant like you dares to play at invisibility before me? You simply don’t know your place!”
Jiang Tian smirked disdainfully, then suddenly spun his body and drove a fierce elbow strike into the empty space behind him.
In a spray of blood and a pained cry, Singh’s distorted face suddenly materialized in midair, struck by Jiang Tian’s blow. His entire body became fully visible, then flew through the air like a dead dog before crashing to the ground.
“How… how could he see through my Divine Concealment? This is the pinnacle technique of ancient yoga!”
His teeth had been knocked loose, half his face was caved in, and blood spurted from his mouth. He didn’t even have the strength to get back up. His heart was filled with utter terror.
How could he possibly know that Jiang Tian possessed divine sense, allowing him to perceive the energies of heaven and earth?
Although Singh had created illusions and hidden his physical form, his aura couldn’t escape detection at all.
Whoosh!
Blackwing Batu stretched his arms wide, and suddenly, two wings made entirely of pure black light extended from his back. Each wing was over five or six meters long, with every feather appearing dense and solid, as if made of actual matter.
With a flap of his wings, he soared ten meters into the air, just like the thunder god Leizhenzi of myth, and dove straight toward Jiang Tian.
“Rip!”
Blackwing Batu’s eyes swirled with black mist as he hovered more than ten meters above Jiang Tian, then flapped his wings violently.
Rip! Rip! Several sharp tearing sounds rang out.
Instantly, countless black feathers shot toward Jiang Tian like a storm of flying daggers.
These black feathers were steeped in demonic energy, each one as hard as forged steel, capable of cutting through metal and shattering rock, and deadly enough to kill a Transformation Realm grandmaster. With a single flap, over a hundred feather-daggers swept toward Jiang Tian.
“Hmph, you’re far from good enough!” Jiang Tian laughed proudly and threw another punch.
This punch carried an ancient, boundless aura, as if an immortal had descended to demonstrate the art of boxing, infused with the essence of Dao following nature.
With a thunderous boom, the fist shot straight into the sky. The black feathers shattered one after another. Blackwing Batu flapped his wings frantically, dodging up and down to escape the punch.
Where the fist force passed, solid ice shattered, the ground quaked, and a fissure over ten meters long split open across the earth, sending chills down everyone’s spines.
“This monster is too strong—his physique, his sorcery, his mental power… all incredibly formidable…” Oyela’s heart pounded with fear.
“There’s no other way. Only by joining forces can we hope to suppress him!”
The Green Lotus Grandmaster gripped his purple-gold Zen staff, his face as somber as water.
“Attack together!”
The remaining powerhouses all roared in unison.
Determined to claim the Emperor’s Daughter Flower, they had long since abandoned any pretense of honor. They immediately whipped up swirling snow and charged at Jiang Tian from all directions.
“Hehe, good! Finally, everyone’s joining in?”
Jiang Tian let out a cold, amused laugh, his eyes blazing with brilliant light. In the biting wind, his black hair streamed like a waterfall, and a surging battle intent radiated from him, climbing higher and higher until it pierced the very clouds.
“Fine then. Today, I was just thinking of unleashing a massacre!”
Jiang Tian set the little monkey Qitian down on the ground, gripped the long-necked jade bottle containing the Emperor’s Daughter Flower tightly in his left hand, and let out a low cry. Finally, he exploded into motion, ready to take on all the Southeast Asian powerhouses by himself!
His first target was Oyela. He threw a punch, and it came howling like an enraged dragon emerging from the sea.
“You can’t kill me!”
Oyela roared, swinging her withered wooden staff. Pillars of ice and walls of stone suddenly rose from the ground, trying to block Jiang Tian’s fist.
“Pathetic sorcery—can it really stop me?”
Jiang Tian sneered confidently.
This punch charged forward with unstoppable momentum, as if it could shatter heaven and earth and crush gods and Buddhas. The stone walls shattered into pieces, and in the blink of an eye, his fist was right in front of Oyela.
“Ah!”
Oyela had no time to dodge. With a scream, she raised her wooden staff horizontally across her chest like a barrier.
CRACK! The staff shattered on impact. His fist, like a cannonball, slammed into Oyela’s chest.
CRACK! CRACK! Amid the chilling, crisp sound of breaking bones, Oyela spat out arcs of blood. Her gaunt body flew backward, crashing onto the ground and sending up a spray of ice and snow.
Oyela the Sky Connector, ranked sixth on the Southeast Asia powerhouse list—dead!
With just one move, Jiang Tian had slain Oyela.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Seeing this, the others were blinded by bloodlust. They unleashed their most powerful techniques, all vying to strike Jiang Tian.
In an instant, atop the summit of Everest, qi and energy crisscrossed wildly. Dust flew, ice shattered, rocks tore through the air, and it seemed as if the entire mountaintop might collapse.
These were the supreme powerhouses of Southeast Asia—figures who dominated their respective countries and stood at the very top. Their strength was in no way inferior to Hong Tianzhao’s, and some could even rival Lin Zhenyu.
Now, driven by greed for the Emperor’s Daughter Flower, they held nothing back, attacking with full force. This was the equivalent of four or five Lin Zhenyus striking together. Even Ye Zhantian himself would have to tread carefully if he were here.
Jiang Tian was equally determined to claim the Emperor’s Daughter Flower, and he too held nothing back, unleashing every technique he possessed.
“Sword, come!”
Jiang Tian channeled his true essence, and the Celestial Court Sword flew out of Huo Qingtian’s hand, landing in Jiang Tian’s grip.
Swish!
A flash of dark light—Jiang Tian brought the sword down in a cleaving strike. The sharp sword aura fell like a waterfall, sweeping across a vast expanse of space.
“Ahhh!”
With a piercing scream, Singh was sent flying backward. In a surge of blood, half of his shoulder, along with his left arm, was severed by Jiang Tian’s sword, exposing pale white bone.
He was just about to use a secret technique to stop the bleeding.
“Stop screaming. Let me send you on your way.”
Jiang Tian flicked his longsword backhand. With a single stroke, blood sprayed, and Singh’s head was severed from his body.
The ancient yoga master, India’s second-ranked powerhouse Singh—dead!
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Jiang Tian clashed with the remaining experts. The summit of Everest was thrown into chaos—rocks shattered, snow flew in reverse, and the very ground quaked.
Though many powerhouses attacked together, Jiang Tian countered with martial arts, sorcery, talismans, and treasures like the Lightning-Destroying Wood, and he didn’t fall behind in the slightest.
The scene was utterly chaotic.
Onlookers could only see flashes of light spinning wildly amid the swirling snow and flying ice, leaving afterimages everywhere—so fast that they couldn’t even make out what was happening.
“Incredible! Jiang Taichu is absolutely incredible!”
Many of the powerhouses watching felt dizzy and overwhelmed, their hearts pounding with fear and amazement.
“I never imagined Master Jiang’s strength would be this overwhelming!”
“Indeed. It seems his killing of Lin Zhenyu was no fluke!”
Huo Qingtian and Wei Feilong’s hearts pounded fiercely, their faces etched with shock.
They had witnessed Jiang Tian’s peerless grace when he slew Lin Zhenyu and held him in the highest esteem. But now they realized they had still gravely underestimated his true power.
“So terrifying…”
“At this level, he might even rival a Half-Step Divine Realm expert!”
Wu Yingxiong, the Young Shaman God, and Ying Wusheng were all chilled to the bone. A cold dread crept into their hearts, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. All thoughts of competing had vanished completely.
BOOM!
Suddenly, Jiang Tian leaned his shoulder in and slammed directly into the Green Lotus Grandmaster’s purple-gold Zen staff, snapping it in two. The Grandmaster himself was sent flying backward in a miserable state.
Everyone expected Jiang Tian to press the attack. But instead, he reversed his momentum in an instant, shooting like a meteor straight up toward Blackwing Batu.
Batu had been attacking from above all along, raining down black qi-feathers like bullets.
Since Jiang Tian couldn’t reach him, Batu fought with impunity, enjoying the battle. Though he couldn’t inflict real damage on Jiang Tian, he was certainly causing him serious disruption.
“How does he have such terrifying speed and agility?!”
Seeing Jiang Tian hurtling toward him like an arrow released from a bowstring, Blackwing Batu was horrified, his eyes filled with disbelief.
But Batu was no slouch—he was a top Southeast Asian powerhouse with rich combat experience. With a flap of his wings, he shot backward at high speed, executing erratic serpentine maneuvers to evade Jiang Tian.
However, compared to Jiang Tian’s agility and speed, he was still far too slow. Jiang Tian pursued him like a shadow, colliding with him in an instant.
Jiang Tian’s physical strength was beyond measure. Even though Blackwing Batu wrapped his black wings around himself for protection, it was useless.
With a piercing scream and a cry of agony, Batu spat out a vivid arc of blood. His wings shattered, a gaping hole was blown through his chest, and his skin split open all over, blood gushing out. He flew through the air like a tattered rag doll.
THUD!
Batu crashed to the ground, utterly terrified. Lying prone, he shouted at the top of his lungs, “Helicopters! Open fire!”
Earlier, because Jiang Tian was holding the Emperor’s Daughter Flower, Batu had worried about damaging the divine herb and hadn’t given the order to fire.
But now, he understood that simply making it off Everest alive was already a luxury. He couldn’t afford to care about anything else.
First, kill Jiang Tian. As for the Emperor’s Daughter Flower—they’d take whatever they could get.
Instantly, the two helicopters suspended in the air locked their four M134 Miniguns onto Jiang Tian and opened fire simultaneously.
The Minigun is a multi-barrel rotary machine gun, designed by American Richard Jordan Gatling in 1860. It was the first practical machine gun ever created.
It is also the fastest-firing gun in the world. Modern versions can fire up to 5,000 rounds per minute, delivering devastating firepower that can turn a target into Swiss cheese in seconds.
Combined with 13mm armor-piercing, incendiary, and explosive rounds, the damage potential is immense—a single bullet could tear a person in half. It’s an absolute killing machine.
Normally, the Blackwing mercenaries used this weaponry to take down helicopters and light armored vehicles. Using it against a human was like using a sledgehammer to kill a fly.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
From the rapidly spinning gun barrels, tongues of flame burst forth—each flash marking a bullet. The streams of fire merged into straight lines, raining down upon Jiang Tian like a metal storm, weaving an inescapable net of firepower that completely engulfed him.
In an instant, the ground was turned into a wasteland. Ice shattered, and boulders the size of barrels rolled everywhere under the relentless barrage.
Like a torrential downpour, bullets carved horrifying scars across the ground and rocks. Ice and stone shards flew in every direction, flames flickered, and thick clouds of gunpowder smoke billowed skyward, sweeping across all sides.
“Under this kind of assault, even a Half-Step Divine Realm expert would be riddled with holes, wouldn’t they?”
The Green Lotus Grandmaster stared venomously at the area shrouded in black smoke, cackling gleefully.
“We should have shot him down long ago! What a pity—the Emperor’s Daughter Flower will probably be destroyed too!”
Blackwing Batu, still shaken, staggered over beside the Grandmaster and spoke with lingering fear.
The others, too, were filled with smug satisfaction, convinced that Jiang Tian was undeniably dead.
