Martial Master

He finally understood why the Elder of the Demon Tribe was so confident, looking as if he had him completely under control.

Although the opponent was also a peak mid-stage Martial Venerable of the sixth level, he was a royal guard of the Great Zhou Dynasty, trained from a young age by the royal family. The martial arts and techniques he cultivated were among the very best in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

And this was just the foundation.

To become a royal guard, one had to be among the most outstanding talents cultivated by the Great Zhou Dynasty, with the opportunity to enter the palace and protect the princes and royal family members.

This process was extremely brutal; saying that one had experienced battles through mountains of corpses and seas of blood would not be an exaggeration.

Such martial artists were all incredibly impressive, far beyond what ordinary martial artists of the same level outside could compare to.

Let alone him, the captain of the royal guard.

It could be said that Yi Ren Tu was extremely confident; when encountering an ordinary mid-stage sixth level Martial Venerable, he completely had the ability to easily kill the opponent. Even if he couldn't kill them, he could swiftly defeat them.

But now.

With a single punch, that black-clothed elder showed no signs of falling behind, which greatly shocked Yi Ren Tu.

Such cultivation and strength could not have been produced by ordinary small forces; they must have come from a terrifying power of some extremely top-tier force in the hundred dynasties.

"Who exactly are you?"

In shock, Yi Ren Tu shouted angrily.

"What does it matter who I am? You just need to remember that I am the one who will kill you," the Elder of the Demon Tribe sneered. His aura became even colder as the giant snake head evolved from his serpent staff coiled around Yi Ren Tu while fiercely devouring downward.

"Hmph, pretending to be mysterious! Do you really think that with this treasure you can act without restraint? Break for me!"

Yi Ren Tu shouted, a terrifying aura surged within him. The pitch-black light burst forth from his fists as he crazily unleashed dozens or even hundreds of punches at that snake head.

At the same time, he raised his hand, and a small black mountain the size of a palm instantly appeared above the heads of several people.

As soon as the small mountain appeared, it immediately swelled in the wind, and in a moment, it transformed into a several dozen zhang tall peak, directly suppressing downwards towards the Elder of the Demon Tribe.

As the captain of the royal guard of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Yi Ren Tu naturally had some powerful treasures.

Qin Chen was frantically repairing the formation on the side but was also paying close attention to the battle on the field. Seeing the mountain treasure appearing in Yi Ren Tu's hands, his heart sank. He hadn't guessed wrong; Zhou Xun and the others must have quite a bit of valuable treasures on them, and even the treasures on the Elder of the Demon Tribe would not be ordinary.

Just that giant snake head and the mountain were extremely terrifying. Although they weren't directly attacking him, they still gave him an astonishing sense of pressure.

"Boom!"

Almost instantaneously, the iron fist that Yi Ren Tu struck collided with the black snake head, and centered around Yi Ren Tu, a vast wave of energy swept out, shaking the entire valley with a rumbling sound.

At this moment, the mountain treasure that Yi Ren Tu had unleashed was also falling from above the Elder of the Demon Tribe's head.

"Hmph!"

The Elder of the Demon Tribe coldly snorted, a misty black light blooming on his hand as he slammed down onto that giant mountain treasure. The ground beneath his feet instantly cracked, but that giant mountain was also sent flying backwards by his blow.

The two sides were surprisingly evenly matched.

"Good, good fellow!"

The cold light in Yi Ren Tu's eyes grew increasingly intense, and his aura became more and more terrifying, with an extreme killing intent beginning to emanate from him.