“Who on earth is this person? How dare he come to the headquarters of the Singapore Chinese Association to kill people?”
Many people still couldn’t wrap their heads around it, even now.
In fact, the Singapore Chinese Association had a history of over half a century—even longer than the Big Circle Gang. But throughout its long development, only during the ten chaotic years of the early Republic had anyone been foolish enough to launch an attack—and they were annihilated by the Singapore Chinese Association without any suspense. In the half century that followed, no one had ever dared to set foot on Posuo Island.
“He is Jiang Taichu…” Brahma’s face alternated between pale and flushed before he finally managed to squeeze out the words.
“What? He’s Jiang Taichu!”
The moment he said this, everyone in the courtyard turned pale, and many instinctively took a step back.
It could be said that in Southeast Asia, ordinary people might not know the name, but among the powerful, the three characters “Jiang Taichu” rang out like thunder!
At the summit of Mount Everest, he had cut down Oyerra, Master Qinglian, Black-Winged Batu, and several other masters, like a demon god.
Moreover, word had it that he killed Lin Zhenyu of the Big Circle Gang on Poyang Lake in China, and the Dragon Group had rated him as China’s number one Huajing Grandmaster.
What was even more unexpected was that Jiang Tian had actually taken the initiative to attack them at their own doorstep.
So many masters of the Singapore Chinese Association had been wiped out by him on Mount Everest—we hadn’t even come looking for you yet, and here you are, kicking down our door!
Was there no justice in this world?
Unbelievable!
Too domineering, too arrogant, too reckless!
“Today, everyone who belongs to the Singapore Chinese Association must die!”
Jiang Tian stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly, “If you want to live, take off your blue robes, kneel down, and submit!”
“Insolent! Do you really think you can walk all over Southeast Asia?”
Wang Chongyan looked at Jiang Tian but hadn’t spoken yet.
Suddenly, beside him, an old man—tall and broad, with red hair flowing over his shoulders, barefoot, his body covered in flame-pattern tattoos—abruptly struck.
Boom!
A giant palm three meters long, condensed from crimson flames, came crashing down toward Jiang Tian’s head.
The flames were extremely hot, laced with poisonous fumes. Even a whiff of the air was unbearable, let alone being struck—even an inner-strength master would perish on the spot.
It was none other than Huo Chongtian, the leader of the Fire Witch Cult, who had made his move.
What he used was not a martial arts technique, nor was it true qi he projected—it was witchcraft that controlled the fire element and condensed flames.
But this strike was at least on par with Lin Zhenyu’s lava fire poison—any ordinary martial arts grandmaster would be burned to death.
Whoosh!
The small black flying sword in Jiang Tian’s hand shot out, expanding as it met the wind, instantly slicing the giant flame palm into scattered pieces, flames spraying in every direction.
The nearby members of the Singapore Chinese Association bore the brunt—those who couldn’t dodge in time screamed twice and were burned to ashes on the spot.
“A flying sword—that’s a flying sword!”
“Is it really a legendary flying sword, or just controlling a sword with qi?”
“If it really is a flying sword, then he’s at the level of a human immortal!”
“This flying sword can expand and grow—how could it not be a flying sword?”
Everyone exclaimed in shock. Even Wang Chongyan’s expression changed, and Huo Chongtian was filled with dread and regret.
A flying sword!
A power that legend said only sword immortals could wield. Could Jiang Tian also be a sword immortal?
If Jiang Tian really was a sword immortal, then the gap between everyone here and him was simply too vast.
It was said that whether in martial arts or spellcraft, when cultivated to the limit, one could become an immortal.
Immortals, in turn, were divided into three tiers: human immortal, earth immortal, and heaven immortal. Sword immortals were powerful beings who achieved immortality through dedicated sword cultivation. But no matter which type, they were all existences these people could only dream of reaching.
“Fine. You want to die? I’ll grant you that!”
Jiang Tian raised his hand and sent out a beam of finger energy.
It pierced straight through the forehead of the horrified Huo Chongtian, who let out a scream and collapsed to the ground.
“So powerful!”
The various witch cult leaders were all terrified, their eyes filled with fear.
No wonder this man could bulldoze his way through the summit of Mount Everest!
His strength was overwhelming to this degree—Huo Chongtian, with his Tongxuan cultivation, couldn’t even withstand a single blow.
“Wang Chongyan, come and meet your death!”
Jiang Tian stared fixedly at Wang Chongyan and said coldly.
“Jiang Taichu, the Singapore Chinese Association has tens of thousands of members and followers, with many masters in residence. Tongxuan spell masters and Huajing martial arts grandmasters are as common as carp crossing the river. Do you really want to make an enemy of us?”
Wang Chongyan roared furiously, “Moreover, I am the National Master of Singapore—even the President is my follower and calls me Master. If you provoke me, will the Singapore government and military let you go?”
“I’ve already killed your grandson Wang Zhibo.”
Jiang Tian’s expression was calm—he was deliberately provoking Wang Chongyan into making a move.
“You—!”
Wang Chongyan was so furious he spat blood.
Wang Zhibo was his most beloved and most valued great-grandson. Now that Jiang Tian had killed him, he was enduring the grief of a white-haired man burying a black-haired one—an uncontrollable rage.
Everyone thought Wang Chongyan was about to attack.
But unexpectedly, he forcibly suppressed his anger, let out a long sigh, shook his head, and said with a bitter smile, “Jiang Taichu, don’t be so overbearing. In the battle at the summit of Mount Everest, I didn’t know you were also going after the Emperor’s Daughter Flower. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have…”
He already had thoughts of retreating!
In his view, Jiang Tian had the cultivation of a peak Huajing master, and Jiang Tian had even killed a peak Huajing grandmaster before. If he fought Jiang Tian, he wasn’t a hundred percent confident of winning.
“Me, overbearing? I won’t hold you accountable for the battle at the summit of Mount Everest, but Kun Tian Basong and Meng Kong of the Singapore Chinese Association went to assassinate me—are you telling me you didn’t know?”
Jiang Tian sneered coldly. “The grudge has already been formed. I want to cut the weeds and pull out the roots, to eliminate future troubles forever. To be honest, I’m very uneasy about you and the Singapore Chinese Association. Who knows when you’ll have another fit and try to assassinate me?”
“Master Jiang, I, Wang Chongyan, keep my word. If you withdraw from the headquarters of the Singapore Chinese Association today and we shake hands in peace, everything will be forgotten!” Wang Chongyan said solemnly.
Jiang Tian shook his head and gave a lazy smile. “If you want me to believe you, it’s simple—show some sincerity. Kneel down obediently and admit defeat. Call me father and acknowledge me as your ancestor, and I’ll let you off!”
“Making President Wang kneel and admit defeat, call him father and acknowledge him as ancestor? That’s way too arrogant!”
The moment these words came out, everyone was stunned, unable to believe their ears.
Grandmasters are like dragons!
Which one of them wasn’t full of pride, looking down on the world?
They had seen plenty of arrogant grandmasters, but someone as wildly arrogant as Jiang Tian—this was the first time they’d ever encountered one.
What kind of master was Wang Chongyan? He had stepped into the Huajing realm during the Republic of China era, earning the title of grandmaster. He had led the Blue Shirt Society and stood on equal footing with Huang Jinrong and Du Yuesheng in Shanghai.
Now, he dominated the South Seas, served as the National Master of Singapore, and was known as the “Emperor Emeritus” of Singapore—how exalted was his status?
Yet today, Jiang Tian was demanding that he kneel and admit defeat, calling him father and ancestor—this was simply unbelievable.
Hearing these words, Wang Chongyan flew into a rage. His face turned ashen, veins bulging on his forehead. He shouted coldly, “Jiang Taichu! I’ve shown you respect because you’re a martial arts prodigy and a fellow descendant of the Yellow Emperor. That’s why I’ve been unwilling to fight you, repeatedly yielding, and addressing you as ‘Master Jiang.’ If I didn’t respect you, you’d be nothing!”
“This old man stepped into the Huajing grandmaster realm in the 1930s and made a name for himself throughout China. Back then, I was on par with Ye Tianren. Moreover, I’ve cultivated diligently for decades without slacking, fusing Chinese martial arts with Southeast Asian spellcraft. My cultivation has only grown more refined—I’ve already glimpsed the truth of the Divine Realm.”
“Even if Ye Zhantian came, even if Lin Zhenyu came back from the dead, they would show me respect and treat me as an elder. You’ve only been famous for a few days—what are you? How dare you make me kneel and beg for mercy? You don’t know the immensity of heaven and earth!”
“You talk too much! If you won’t kneel and admit defeat, then let’s fight!” Jiang Tian flicked the small black flying sword in his hand, his fighting spirit climbing higher and higher, soaring straight to the clouds.
“Very well. Today, I’ll show you what true Chinese martial arts mastery is, and what true Southeast Asian spellcraft is!”
Wang Chongyan’s gaze turned fierce in an instant, killing intent fully revealed. He spoke through gritted teeth.
“Southeast Asian spellcraft—what’s so great about it? That Oyerra was also someone I could swat to death with a raise of my hand. Chinese martial arts—heh, not to mention Ye Tianren, at least if Ye Zhantian came over, I could kill him with a flick of my finger!”
Jiang Tian sneered disdainfully. “Old Mr. Wang seems quite confident. Then stop wasting words—let’s fight!”
“Good! You really are arrogant enough! Today, I will surely kill you to sacrifice to the spirits of my poor great-grandson and the masters of the Singapore Chinese Association you murdered!”
At this moment, new grudges and old hatred surged up together. Wang Chongyan’s killing intent climbed steadily, and an overwhelmingly powerful aura swept across everything in all directions.
That aura was bitterly cold and murderous, causing the temperature within dozens of meters to plummet.
This place originally had a tropical climate, but in an instant, it was as if they had entered a land of extreme cold with howling winds and drifting snow.
“Zither, come!”
Wang Chongyan beckoned, and a charred wooden zither flew from the side into his hand.
He pushed off the ground with both feet, his figure shooting out like a ghost, and stood proudly atop a great hall in the courtyard, about fifty meters from Jiang Tian.
He carefully set down the charred wooden zither, looked down at Jiang Tian, and sneered, “Jiang Taichu, are you prepared to be killed?”
“The coffin is ready—but it’s for you!” Jiang Tian said with a proud smile.
“This could well be the strongest battle in Southeast Asia in half a century!”
The great battle was about to erupt. Many people retreated one after another, their hearts in their throats, fully focused, staring unblinkingly at the two people in the center of the courtyard.
“Jiang Tian, oh Jiang Tian, you’re really too arrogant. Even now, you still don’t know you’re about to die. Jiang Tian, my husband is Wang Chongyan’s grandson. Now that you’ve killed him, won’t Wang Chongyan tear you to pieces!”
At the mountain gate, Guo Lili glared at Jiang Tian through gritted teeth, her eyes filled with venomous hatred.
“Hmph, this Jiang Taichu is utterly arrogant. Not only did he kill our Southeast Asian masters on Mount Everest, he even dared to come to the Singapore Chinese Association to cause trouble. Now that Wang Chongyan is making his move, he’s absolutely dead beyond any doubt!”
A master in a blue robe cackled strangely. Beside him coiled a colorful giant python, a full zhang long. He was a Gu poison master from Malaysia, renowned throughout Southeast Asia.
“Jiang Taichu is indeed very strong. He killed Lin Zhenyu and was hailed as the number one grandmaster on China’s Divine List, the number one expert below the Divine Realm. But that depends on who he’s facing. Wang Chongyan has dominated Southeast Asia for decades, cultivating both spellcraft and martial arts, even fusing Southeast Asian dark arts into his martial arts. Who can match him?”
A powerful figure carrying a bamboo basket on his back sneered repeatedly.
His body was wreathed in poisonous miasma and black fog, emitting a terrifying aura of death. He was a medicine master and poison expert from Myanmar.
“Hmph, Jiang Taichu thinks that just because he killed Lin Zhenyu, he’s qualified to fight Wang Chongyan? How naive. In terms of seniority, Lin Zhenyu was far below Wang Chongyan!”
Zhou Xingchen, a talisman master from Singapore, sneered disdainfully.
