Chapter 117: Strength Enough to Uproot Mountains

"How is this possible?"

The old man stared at Andrew in shock. He had never imagined that his opponent’s strength would be so formidable; not only did he effortlessly neutralize his life-or-death strike, but with a final punch, he had completely shattered his dantian.

With his dantian destroyed, the old man curled up like a shrimp, his breathing growing faint. He had lived to such an age with a robust physique only because he had been sustained by his internal martial energy. Now that his dantian was broken and his energy dissipated, he had no protection left and was nearing his end.

"This—"

Every martial artist on the high platform gasped as they witnessed the old man’s miserable state. As the most renowned and powerful master of the Transformation Realm across the five coastal provinces, he had been reduced to a cripple by a single punch. The dantian was the source of all a martial artist’s cultivation and power; once destroyed, one was no different from a waste. The martial artist bodyguards behind the various leaders were struck with terror, not daring to make another move.

"Does anyone else object? Come on, raise your hand and let me see!"

Long Yaoyang had long known that while the five coastal provinces appeared united, they were internally riddled with friction—nothing more than a loose collection of rabble. Once their own interests were at stake, even if the entire region stood to benefit, no one would lift a finger. The reason was simple: people are inherently selfish.

"I object! Do you think your bullying here will work? Don't forget that Grandmaster Lin is right below. Once he discovers the anomaly, none of you will survive!" Wang Jisheng roared, his left hand secretly dialing Lin Feng’s number behind his back, intending to alert him to the situation.

However, Long Yaoyang had anticipated all of this.

"Wang Jisheng, don't waste your effort. I, Long Yaoyang, will not let Lin Feng off today; the people meant to deal with him are arriving soon. As for you, since you object, I don't mind getting rid of you first!"

"Mr. Andrew, if you would be so kind."

"No problem. Since someone objects, why not just eliminate the objector? That solves the problem, doesn't it?"

Andrew let out a sinister laugh. With a flick of his toes, he appeared before Wang Jisheng in an instant and sneered, "If you want to blame someone, blame Lin Feng. He was too arrogant and provoked people he shouldn't have. In a moment, I will send him to the underworld to meet you. You can go ahead and pave the way for him!"

Andrew swung his large, thick hand, descending from above to strike Wang Jisheng’s crown, aiming to kill him with a single blow.

"Grandmaster Lin! Long Yaoyang is here! There is another grandmaster, they are playing dirty, they want to control—" Wang Jisheng closed his eyes and roared at the top of his lungs, desperate to warn Lin Feng even if he were to die.

Yet, as Andrew’s palm struck down with the force of a thousand pounds, it was blocked by an arc of light five centimeters from Wang Jisheng’s head, unable to advance even an inch further!

"How? What the hell is this?"

Wang Jisheng had thought his death was certain, but a moment later, he felt a strange sensation—a warm glow radiating from his chest. He felt completely unharmed! Opening his eyes, he saw that he was protected by a shimmering barrier; his opponent could not reach him at all. Looking down, he realized the jade talisman hanging around his neck was emitting threads of light. The protective talisman Grandmaster Lin had given him had saved his life at the very brink of death.

"My heavens, Grandmaster Lin, you've saved my life again!"

Wang Jisheng’s legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, his body trembling after the brush with death.

At the same time, Lin Feng sensed a ripple of spiritual energy from the jade talisman. Tracking the source of the fluctuation, his eyes locked onto Long Yaoyang. He narrowed his eyes just as his phone rang. He tapped it open to hear the voice message Wang Jisheng had sent.

"Grandmaster Lin! Long Yaoyang is here! There is another grandmaster, they are playing dirty, they want to control—"

After listening, Lin Feng understood everything in an instant. A grandmaster? Heh, so what if they were at the grandmaster level! Lin Feng’s current cultivation was at the peak of the First-Grade Meridian-Opening Spirit Master level; let alone a mere grandmaster, he could even battle a peak-level grandmaster.

Lin Feng looked up at the high platform. Long Yaoyang stood there, holding a microphone, looking down at Lin Feng with a triumphant and cunning sneer.

"Lin Feng, you didn't expect this, did you! I, Long Yaoyang, am back. This time, I won't just kill you myself; I will dominate the underground world of the five coastal provinces. By then, I won't let any of them go—not your wife and friends in Binhai City, nor those pieces of trash from the Jinling Lin family!"

"Don't worry, I will treat them well and let them suffer until they die! Hahaha!" Long Yaoyang laughed like a madman, his voice echoing throughout the venue.

Lin Feng took a step forward. It had truly been a mistake not to hack this bastard to pieces back then. But it didn't matter. He would definitely not live through today!

"Oh my, that little look in your eyes, it’s so sorrowful! What’s wrong? Do you want to kill me? I advise you to worry about whether you can survive yourself! Mr. Xu, it’s your turn to take the stage!"

Long Yaoyang shouted, and the earth began to shake.

A thunderous roar of shattering stone erupted from outside the venue! The once steady ground was hit by a slow, rhythmic vibration, followed by heavy, muffled footsteps that sounded like the beating of a slow drum.

"Thud—"

"Thud—"

A moment later, the footsteps ceased, but the western side of the venue was plunged into total shadow.

"Ah—it’s a mountain! Someone has brought a mountain here!"

Screams broke out instantly. The audience on the eastern side of the venue stood up in terror, pointing toward the west and shouting in alarm. Lin Feng looked in the direction they were pointing.

A burly man with rugged, bulging muscles was walking in, carrying a massive boulder ten meters high on his shoulders! A rock of that size must have weighed over a hundred tons! Every step he took left a deep imprint in the concrete floor. He was like the reincarnation of the legendary warlord Xiang Yu—truly possessing the strength to lift mountains and spirit to cover the world!

This man was Xu Jie, a top expert of the Skull Society, the second direct disciple of Xiong Wanhong, and known as the "Emperor of Mexico."

"That’s Xu Jie! The legendary Emperor of Mexico! My god, countless top drug lords in Mexico bow to him. Even the Mexican president has to visit his mansion to pay his respects before taking office, just to earn the qualification to rule! He is the invisible emperor of Mexico!" Wang Jisheng’s heart sank as he saw Xu Jie enter. This was a monster that even Interpol couldn't handle, and now Lin Feng had to face him!

"Kid, this is a gift for you! Take it, no need to thank me!"

Seeing Lin Feng, Xu Jie curled his lip. Internal energy surged through his limbs and torso, converging into the strength to lift a tripod, and with a roar, he actually hurled the massive boulder!

"My god! He’s actually throwing that rock!"

The hundred-ton boulder was tossed as if it were a ball, hurtling straight toward Lin Feng!