Chapter Thirty-Seven: You Cannot Touch Them!-Leveling Up Infinitely in a Fantasy World(The Invincible Emperor)

“Master Baili, you are an old hand in these matters—why do you still speak such childish words?” Ye Qinglong sneered coldly, retorting.

“Kill!” Baili Kong roared and struck without warning, his spear thrusting straight for Ye Qinglong’s chest.

Baili Kong’s expression was tense, all his strength focused on this one attack. If it struck true, Ye Qinglong would surely die.

“You have not reached the level of a Guardian. You do not understand the might of one. All your efforts are laughable to me!”

Bang.

Ye Qinglong’s lips curled with disdain. Since his breakthrough to Guardian level, his overall strength had far surpassed that of a Transformation-stage martial artist. Baili Kong’s speed, which seemed lightning-fast to those at the Bright or Shadow Force levels, was perfectly clear to Ye Qinglong.

With a shift of his body, Ye Qinglong easily dodged Baili Kong’s deadly strike. In the same instant, he lunged forward and unleashed a powerful punch.

“A Guardian is far stronger than a Transformation-stage martial artist—”

“Impossible to defeat!”

Baili Kong saw Ye Qinglong evade his attack with ease and immediately counter. As Ye Qinglong’s fist hurtled toward him, the wind howled. Baili Kong’s pupils contracted violently. There was no way to escape.

Boom!

Ye Qinglong’s fist slammed into Baili Kong’s chest, sending him flying through the air.

Baili Kong crashed heavily to the ground, his spear already falling from his hand. Blood sprayed from his mouth, flecked with fragments of lung.

“Why was it not I who broke through to Guardian level?” he thought, unwilling to accept his fate. His organs shattered by a single punch, Baili Kong glared at Ye Qinglong, eyes full of resentment. He cast one last, lingering glance at the world before his eyes closed forever.

“Father?”

“Grandfather?”

“Master?”

Members of the Baili family rushed forward, frantic cries breaking from their lips.

“Kill!”

“Avenge the master!”

Most of the Baili family drew their weapons and charged at Ye Qinglong.

“Overestimating yourselves!” Ye Qinglong’s eyes brimmed with scorn. Facing thirty martial artists rushing at him, he charged straight into their midst.

Bang.

Bang. Bang.

Ye Qinglong didn’t even bother with a weapon; only fists and feet flashed as he struck down the Baili family warriors, one by one.

The Han and Wang families, among the top powers of Xuanzhou City, watched in awe and fear as Ye Qinglong unleashed his might. A Guardian-level martial artist was so powerful that no Transformation-stage could stand against one; only Guardians themselves could hope to resist.

The Transformation-stage experts stared at Ye Qinglong with a mixture of shock, awe, and reverence, while those at the Shadow and Bright Force levels trembled inwardly. Before the might of a Guardian, they felt as though they were sheep before a lion.

The Azure Dragon Sect’s Hall Master Shao and the other martial artists watched with excitement and elation as Ye Qinglong rampaged across the battlefield.

Swift Blade Liu Wu was famed for his deadly knife skills—his hand, steady as Mount Tai, had claimed the lives of many powerful opponents. Yet now, his hand trembled as he gripped his weapon, eyes fixed on Ye Qinglong’s back, too shaken to draw his blade.

“Swift Blade Liu Wu—your skills are godlike, as fast as thunder—you once slew fifteen of my brothers from Azure Dragon Sect! Today, I shall offer your head as tribute to their spirits above,” Ye Qinglong declared, turning and striding toward Liu Wu. His steps were unhurried, but each one seemed to fall directly on Liu Wu’s heart.

“Kill him!”

Hall Master Shao, along with eighteen other hall masters and many Azure Dragon disciples, watched Ye Qinglong with blood boiling, shouting in unison.

Liu Wu’s hand shook on the hilt. Oppressed by Ye Qinglong’s overwhelming presence, he dared not draw his blade, instead retreating backward.

Bang.

Sweat poured from Liu Wu’s forehead, and he stumbled over a chair as he backed away—an almost comical sight for a Transformation-stage martial artist.

Yet no one laughed.

The Han and Wang family experts stared wide-eyed at the scene, their attention riveted. They, too, were tense, understanding all too well the terrifying pressure Ye Qinglong exuded after slaughtering the Baili family. Liu Wu’s hesitation and his stumble resonated with their own fear.

Below, Qi Qianqian gazed at Ye Qinglong’s back, her heart pounding wildly, all courage to approach lost.

Yan Chonghu, Shi Tie, Liu Qing, and Zhao Hu were drenched with sweat, gripping their weapons with clammy hands, taking deep breaths to steady their nerves.

“I am willing to submit. Command me as you see fit!” At last, Liu Wu let his blade fall, sinking to his knees.

“Heh.” Ye Qinglong looked at Liu Wu with contempt. “You killed my brothers. How could I ever spare you?”

With a kick as swift as lightning, Ye Qinglong sent Liu Wu flying.

Bang.

Liu Wu was sent twenty meters away, his body twitching before it stilled forever.

“The Black Tiger Gang slaughtered one hundred thirty-six of my Azure Dragon brothers. There is a blood feud between us—this will not end until one side is annihilated!” Ye Qinglong exulted inside as he turned, his gaze settling on Yan Chonghu, Shi Tie, Qin Feng, Liu Qing, and Zhao Hu.

“Destroy the Black Tiger Gang!”

Hall Master Shao, the other eighteen hall masters, and all the Azure Dragon martial artists pounded their weapons and roared.

Step. Step. Step.

Ye Qinglong strode toward Qin Feng, Yan Chonghu, Shi Tie, Liu Qing, and Zhao Hu, each footfall echoing through the hall.

Yun Qing, Chen Haicheng, Zhao Hong, and the Han and Wang family representatives, as well as Qi Tengyun and Qi Qianqian, focused their attention on the men before him.

Yun Qing, Chen Haicheng, and Zhao Hong then exchanged curious glances. They could see Yan Chonghu, Shi Tie, Liu Qing, and Zhao Hu were all breathing hard, clearly nervous. Only Qin Feng sat calmly in his chair, his gaze tranquil and unwavering as Ye Qinglong approached—utterly unafraid, as if the legendary Guardian was nothing to him.

“Do any of you know this man?” Yun Qing asked, studying Qin Feng with interest, curious as to who he was, to face a Guardian without the slightest fear. He directed the question to Chen Haicheng and Zhao Hong standing beside him.

“Lord City Master, that’s Qin Feng. He’s from a small, weak faction in Tianyang City, currently the Black Tiger Gang’s third-in-command,” Zhao Hong replied, his eyes sweeping over Qin Feng.

“So that’s it,” Yun Qing thought. With Qin Feng’s background revealed, his curiosity waned; this ordinary man would soon be a corpse, not worth further attention.

“They are under my protection. You cannot touch them,” Qin Feng said, rising to his feet and meeting Ye Qinglong’s gaze with a steady voice. “Otherwise, you will die.”