Although Ian Song is only at Innate Second Layer, he cultivates as an immortal. The energy in his body is true essence, which is a higher grade than true qi. In terms of raw energy, he can match an Innate Third Layer.
Combined with the first three forms of Raging Tidal Surge, the combat power he bursts out already surpasses the average Innate Fourth Layer. Even so, after a round of direct collision, he was still knocked flying.
Looking at Ian Song several meters away, Kyle “Madman” Lee’s heart surged with killing intent. This kid’s talent is terrifying—he’s only Innate Second Layer, yet he’s fighting at Innate Fourth Layer power.
"Again!"
After slightly calming his physical discomfort, Ian Song lunged forward again.
Raging Tidal Surge—Fourth Form.
Boom!
An endless surge of force exploded out, making the entire reception hall seem to transform into a boundless ocean, instantly swallowing up Madman Lee’s figure.
Ever since learning Raging Tidal Surge, Ian Song had never used the Fourth Form in battle.
Only now did he realize—the Fourth Form actually consumed one fifth of his true essence.
Even if the Zhao Family goes to war with the Lee Family, he must kill Ian Song. Otherwise, if Ian is allowed to grow, he’ll become the Lee Family’s nightmare.
Kill!
This time, Madman Lee launched the attack himself. His massive form shot forward, heading straight for Ian Song.
But Ian Song stood his ground, not dodging. He knew that even if he used the Fifth Form of Raging Tidal Surge, he still wouldn’t be a match for Madman Lee. Besides, the Fifth Form would consume even more true essence. So his only option was to use his divine art.
Whoosh!
Madman Lee’s body was already upon him, face twisted in a snarl. His giant palm, like a mountain, descended with absolute force. Ian Song was sure that if he took the hit, his head would be smashed to pieces.
Spatial Stasis!
Seeing death looming at Madman Lee’s hands, Ian Song finally activated Spatial Stasis—for the first time ever.
The moment the divine art activated, Ian Song felt as if he’d entered a tiny, frozen world. Madman Lee’s palm was less than a centimeter from his head, but that single centimeter became an unbridgeable chasm—it couldn’t fall any further.
What an insanely powerful divine art!
With a sigh, Ian Song struck Madman Lee with the Fourth Form of Raging Tidal Surge.
Bang!
His palm landed heavily on Madman Lee’s chest, but Madman Lee seemed to have turned into a statue, not reacting at all.
Rumble!
Ian Song struck again, hitting Madman Lee’s dantian.
Finally, the time of Spatial Stasis ended, and the power of both palms exploded inside Madman Lee’s body.
Aaaah!
His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, spitting out three mouthfuls of blood in midair.
Bang!
Madman Lee’s massive body crashed heavily onto the floor.
What’s going on?
Everyone was stunned. Ian Song was supposed to die at Madman Lee’s hands, so how did it suddenly turn into Madman Lee coughing blood and flying backward?
Madman Lee himself racked his brains but couldn’t figure out what move Ian Song had used to turn the tables.
Killing Star? That’s all?
Ian Song stood tall, looking at Madman Lee, a faint, disdainful smile on his lips.
You... how did you injure me? Madman Lee stared at Ian Song and asked.
Everyone perked up their ears, all extremely curious.
Idiot! You don’t even know how you were injured? You’re really dumb! Ian Song mercilessly taunted him.
Wah!
Madman Lee spat out another mouthful of blood, all from rage.
Now, not only were his internal organs cracked, but his dantian was searing with pain—he couldn’t circulate any true qi.
Ian Song strode over to Madman Lee, planted his foot on his face, and looked down at him: "Beg me—if you beg, I won’t kill you!"
Ian Song, let go of Young Master Lee, or the Lee Family won’t let you off! Howard Su shouted loudly from the side.
Who the hell are you? Shut up!
Crack!
Ian Song flicked a coin, knocking out two of Howard Su’s front teeth.
He screamed, clutching his mouth and squatting down, not daring to say another word.
Pinned under Ian Song’s foot, Madman Lee roared: "Ian Song, if you have guts, kill me! Otherwise, once I recover, I’ll kill you!"
Crunch!
Ian Song stomped on Madman Lee’s thigh, breaking the bone.
I hate being threatened! If you dare threaten me again, I’ll break your other leg. If you don’t believe me, go ahead and try—let’s see how many legs you have for me to break!
The intense pain twisted Madman Lee’s face, but he didn’t utter a sound or dare to spout threats—he was truly afraid Ian Song would break his other leg.
How boring! I thought you’d rather die than submit, but you gave in so quickly!
As he spoke, Ian Song withdrew his foot. Madman Lee was the most outstanding of the Lee Family’s younger generation—if he killed him, the Lee Family would go mad. So, for now, he didn’t dare kill this guy. But breaking a leg and with all his injuries, it’d take at least half a year to recover. With that buffer, Ian Song’s strength would surely grow even further.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ian Song strode out.
Twenty minutes later, Lee Mu received news that Madman Lee had been seriously injured by Ian Song. He was stunned, then his eyes grew cold, killing intent surging. Madman Lee had actually lost to Ian Song—clearly, Ian Song was even more monstrous than expected. He absolutely could not be allowed to live.
Zhao Changsheng received the news a little later.
After a brief shock, he suddenly burst out laughing: "Lee Mu, you old fox, you tried to steal the chicken but ended up losing the rice!"
Soon, the other eight families of Flame City received the news.
The older generation looked grim, knowing the Zhao Family had produced a monstrous genius. The younger generation, however, celebrated—retribution had come! They’d all been oppressed by Madman Lee, but now he’d been seriously injured, reportedly with a broken leg.
For a while, everyone in the younger generation wanted to get to know Ian Song.