Fist Demon of Mount Hua - Chapter 108

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Episode 107. Banquets Always Have Uninvited Guests—Part 1
The Peng Family was commonly called the House of Tigers.
An unusually large number of sons had been born into the family, and the boys raised within the Peng household walls proved especially bellicose. Young tigers who knew no fear of combat grew into steady pillars of the family, and thus the Pengs had prospered for centuries.
The Five Tiger Severing Gate Blade, which could be called their signature technique, embodied the family’s aggressive nature most perfectly.
Peng Wuxing was the senior elder of the Peng Family. He was a master of the Five Tiger Severing Gate Blade and was famous throughout the family for a temper as fierce as wildfire.
Once provoked, he never hesitated to charge forward without a second thought, which meant there were few in the Peng Family who could restrain him—not even Peng Tianyue, the family head himself.
Peng Wuxing traveled toward Dongting Lake as the Peng Family’s representative. Arrayed around him were roughly thirty young warriors of the family, all members of the Five Tiger Group, one of the Peng’s core fighting forces.
The Five Tiger Group was an organization into which only those willing to cast aside their lives like dust for the Peng Family could enter. Their loyalty to the Peng was nothing short of absolute.
Riding alongside Peng Wuxing was Peng Guanying, the deputy commander of the Five Tiger Group. A man in his early thirties, Peng Guanying bore the mark of Peng bloodline in his fierce visage and solid build, which stood out strikingly.
After riding for some time, Peng Guanying spoke up.
“We’re drawing close to Dongting Lake now. Would it not be well to slow our pace, Elder?”
“You’re exhausted, then.”
“Not at all.”
“Of course you are. Well, I’m tired too, and it seems the horses have had enough as well. Let’s ease up the pace a bit.”
Peng Wuxing tugged on his reins first, and the galloping horse slowed.
“Phew!”
Only then did the Five Tiger warriors trailing behind Peng Wuxing exhale in relief.
Because Peng Wuxing had ridden without pause, they too had been forced to ride all day. Though well-accustomed to horsemanship, they could not escape the soreness in their backsides.
Riding at leisure now, Peng Wuxing suddenly spoke.
“I wonder if Youying arrived safely.”
“He didn’t go alone, did he? He’s likely arrived well and is resting now.”
“True enough.”
Peng Wuxing nodded at Peng Guanying’s reply.
White whiskers covered Peng Wuxing’s face, testament to the passage of years. Yet his fierce eyes burned with an intensity even greater than in his youth.
He spoke to Peng Guanying.
“This gathering at Dongting Lake is of great importance. One must establish proper footing from the start, or be trampled underfoot.”
“I understand.”
“When we arrive at Dongting Lake, I expect the clash of wills to be fierce. We must not yield an inch.”
“We are the Five Tiger Group of the Peng Family. Rest assured.”
“Bah! Growing old makes me worry too much. You’ll handle it well enough, I’m sure.”
Peng Wuxing wrinkled his nose, and Peng Guanying smiled faintly at this.
Though Peng Wuxing was as terrifying as a tiger to strangers, those who knew him well found him strangely endearing.
“Hmm!”
Suddenly Peng Wuxing’s expression hardened.
A man stood on the opposite side of the Official Road ahead.
Peng Wuxing’s pupils trembled momentarily.
A man wearing an uncommon golden robe radiated a tremendous aura across his entire form.
The man in the golden robe was likewise concealing his face with a golden mask. Anyone unfamiliar with him might have thought he was simply fond of gold.
But none of the Peng warriors harbored such a thought. Indeed, they could not. They too sensed that the man in the golden mask was far from ordinary.
Peng Wuxing slowly guided his horse toward the masked man.
“This is a public road used by all. If you stand blocking it like that, others won’t be able to pass, will they?”
“There are no others coming anyway, so what does it matter?”
Because of the golden mask covering his entire face, the man’s voice resonated like a deep bell toll, hollow and ominous.
Peng Wuxing furrowed his brow.
“No one coming? It seems we don’t exist in your eyes.”
“Didn’t I say? You won’t be passing through here.”
“You dare speak such nonsense even knowing we are the warriors of the Peng Family?”
“That’s precisely why I do.”
“What? You target us because we are the Peng? So we were your mark from the beginning.”
Peng Wuxing’s voice turned cold.
In the Jianghu, there was no such thing as coincidence. If someone blocked the road, there had to be a reason.
“Does the Peng Family have an old grudge with you?”
“No.”
“Then why?”
“Because no target suits our purpose better than the Peng.”
“What did you say?”
“You make suitable sacrifices, is all.”
Peng Wuxing’s face went rigid. So did the faces of the Five Tiger warriors.
“I cannot abide such insolence. You dare speak such words to the warriors of the Peng Family? Kneel.”
One of the Five Tiger Group suddenly charged at the masked man, a Wolf Fang Blade already drawn in his hand.
Whoosh!
“Stop!”
Peng Wuxing’s cry came too late—the Five Tiger Group warrior’s Wolf Fang Blade had already reached the chest of the man in the Golden Mask.
In that instant, the masked man’s shoulder twitched.
Bang!
“Ghk!”
A scream tore from the Five Tiger Group warrior’s throat. The Wolf Fang Blade flew from his grip and tumbled through the air, while his head snapped sideways and crashed into the ground.
“Y-Youying!”
The other Five Tiger Group members rushed to the fallen warrior. A moment later, fury blazed across their faces.
“Youying is… dead.”
The attacker’s chest had caved inward, his ribs shattered, fragments of bone piercing through skin and jutting out grotesquely.
The opponent had killed Peng Youying with a single blow. The power was simply catastrophic.
Rage ignited in Peng Wuxing’s eyes.
He stepped toward the man in the Golden Mask.
“You dare strike down a warrior of the Peng Family? Are you prepared to face the Peng Family’s wrath?”
“I wouldn’t have begun if I weren’t.”
“What is your name?”
“The Peng Family deserves no name from me. If you must call me something, then call me the Golden Demon Messenger.”
“Golden Demon Messenger… I will sever your limbs and rip out your heart.”
Peng Wuxing drew the blade from his waist.
It was two or three times larger than an ordinary sword.
A custom weapon forged for Peng Wuxing alone, whose strength surpassed that of any other warrior in the Peng Family, age notwithstanding.
The Xuansteel Blade was four or five times heavier than a common sword. Its destructive power was immense.
“Hah!”
Peng Wuxing charged forward, wielding the Xuansteel Blade with full force.
Slash!
Blade energy erupted from the Xuansteel Blade like fireworks. Peng Wuxing had committed everything from the start.
A smile played beneath the mask of the Golden Demon Messenger.
“Good! Now we have something worthwhile.”
Slip!
As though pulled by an invisible cord, the Golden Demon Messenger’s body glided sideways like a phantom, silent and seamless.
Crash!
Peng Wuxing’s attack left nothing but a gaping crater in the ground.
“Tch!”
His blow wasted, Peng Wuxing’s head whipped around, searching for any trace of his opponent.
But the Golden Demon Messenger was already attacking the Five Tiger Group members.
Snap!
The robe the Golden Demon Messenger wore suddenly rose rigid as a blade. Internal Energy had been infused into it, hardened to the density of steel plate.
Screech!
The blade-like sleeves lashed out like a tempest, wrapping around the Five Tiger Group warrior.
Only a few managed to raise their swords in defense. Most of the Five Tiger Group members stood frozen, unable even to react.
Peng Guanying cried out.
“Is everyone all right?”
“V-Vice… Vice Leader!”
“Agh!”
But the response sounded closer to a wail of agony.
“What—?”
Peng Guanying spun around to see more than a dozen Five Tiger Group members clutching at their throats.
Their necks were drenched in blood, crimson seeping between their fingers as they clawed desperately at the wounds.
They tried to stanch the bleeding, but it was useless. Strength drained from their hands, and their bodies collapsed.
More than a dozen Five Tiger Group warriors fell dead in an instant. Peng Guanying’s face went ashen.
The Golden Demon Messenger turned and glided toward him with that ghostly Movement Technique.
Screech!
The blade-sharp sleeve rocketed toward his throat.
He could neither dodge nor retreat—his brothers-in-arms were at his back.
In desperation, Peng Guanying raised his sword to shield his front.
The Golden Demon Messenger’s sleeve struck his blade directly.
Clang!
“Ugh!”
The terrible impact sent a violent shock through his frame, and Peng Guanying gasped out a stifled cry. Every fiber of his body trembled as though he’d been struck by a falling boulder.
He had no thought of counterattacking. His protective gear had been torn; he’d nearly dropped his blade.
In that moment, the Golden Demon Messenger’s voice reached him.
“Hm! Not bad.”
The voice dripped with mockery. But Peng Guanying couldn’t even muster a rebuttal.
Whoosh!
The Golden Demon Messenger swept past Peng Guanying and turned on the other members of the Five Tiger Group.
“Monster! Stop this instant!”
Peng Wuxing gave chase, his Movement Technique deployed at full force. Yet the gap between him and the Golden Demon Messenger would not close.
Even with Peng Wuxing at his heels, the Golden Demon Messenger did not pause his slaughter.
“Ahhhhh!”
“Urgh!”
In his wake, members of the Five Tiger Group fell screaming, their necks and chests split wide as if by some razor edge.
“Beast!”
Peng Wuxing’s eyes flooded red with blood.
He could have shaken the creature off, yet he did not. Instead, as though savoring Peng Wuxing’s pursuit, the Golden Demon Messenger dragged him in his wake while massacring the Peng Family’s warriors.
The Golden Demon Messenger was toying with him.
“I will kill you. You monster!”
Peng Wuxing swung his blade in a great arc. Blade energy gathered at its edge unleashed itself toward the Golden Demon Messenger.
The blade beam shot in a straight line, seeming to pierce the creature’s back at any moment. Then the Golden Demon Messenger’s body rocketed skyward.
Crash!
“Ahhh!”
Peng Wuxing’s blade energy swept instead over his own disciples. Three of them fell lifeless to his attack.
“Nooooo! I will kill you!”
Peng Wuxing, having just killed his own family with his own hands, let out a roar of anguish.
Reason had fled his mind. It no longer existed.
He unleashed the Iron Blood Crimson Star Blade, one of the Peng Family’s secret Supreme Techniques.
Swoosh!
Red blade energy spread outward like the ribs of a fan.
This time, too, Peng Wuxing had anticipated the Golden Demon Messenger’s escape, already prepared for his next move.
But the Golden Demon Messenger mocked Peng Wuxing’s foresight by planting himself still, then spinning with terrifying speed.
Shhheeeer!
Something sharp erupted from the Golden Demon Messenger’s spinning form.
A band of light, long and whip-thin, lashed through the air.
It swept across Peng Wuxing and the members of the Five Tiger Group.
Peng Wuxing’s eyes widened in shock.
“Gang Qi?”
He stared at his own chest in disbelief. A red line had been drawn across it, clean and straight as if marked by a ruler.
It was the trace left by Gang Qi passing through his flesh.
Drip drip drip.
Like ink dispersed in a basin of water, the red line across Peng Wuxing’s chest began to spread and bloom.
He was not alone. A red line had been drawn across every member of the Five Tiger Group’s chest.
“Grand… Elder.”
Peng Guanying called out.
In that instant, Peng Wuxing and all the Five Tiger Group members’ bodies split in two, collapsing to the ground.
Viscera and blood poured from their bodies, slicking the earth. The Golden Demon Messenger stood alone in their midst.
Though he had slain so many, not a single drop of blood stained the Golden Demon Messenger’s golden robe.
“You are the first sacrifice for our Sect’s revival. Consider it an honor.”
The Golden Demon Messenger’s cold voice lingered as he vanished into the night.
Long after he disappeared, someone stirred among the bisected corpses, struggling to rise.
Covered in blood, the one who stood was Peng Guanying. A red line had been drawn across his chest as well. But the wound was not deep.
Whether the Gang Qi’s power had weakened, he alone had survived against all odds.
“Urgh! Grand Elder. The children…”
Tears streamed down Peng Guanying’s face as he stared at the loss of his kin.
“I must inform them of this at once.”
He bit his lip until blood flowed.
Peng Guanying did not know.
That the Peng Family was not alone—that other sects had also been attacked.

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