What is your name

A terrifying thunderclap exploded!

A martial artist at the late Xujing stage was directly struck dead by the blue-purple lightning, collapsing to the ground with a thud.

Instantly, all eyes were drawn over, focusing on that golden-armored guard.

The one who had struck was none other than Bai Xiu, who had just awakened.

He still wore his usual dead-fish-eyed expression, looking around in confusion. Yawning, he said nonchalantly, "Ning Er, Langlang, what's going on here?"

Tu Langlang's face turned pale as he whispered, "Big brother, we've been screwed by these disguises."

"It was just about breaking into the Heavenly Palace. Who would have thought that pretending to be golden-armored guards would get us killed!"

At that moment, everyone was still reeling from Bai Xiu's earlier move, unable to snap out of it.

Casually killing a late Xujing expert?

Not only were the martial artists stunned, but even Wu Chen's gaze was drawn over.

A spirit wielder?

Wu Chen frowned slightly.

Peak Xujing, and possessing a Thunder Spirit Vein... and he's just an ordinary golden-armored guard?

"There are only three foot soldiers left, everyone, charge!"

The group of martial artists shouted, surging forward together.

Two fists are no match for four hands; fighting alone against many is no simple task.

"Damn it, you really think I'm afraid of you!"

Ning Er brandished his broadsword, a bloodthirsty smile spreading across his face.

Now he was at the late Xujing stage, just itching for a place to show off his strength.

On the other side, dark energy swirled around Tu Langlang as he mobilized his shadow spiritual power.

Wu Chen narrowed his eyes.

"These three... something's off!"

"Uncle Bai, this..."

A middle-aged man from the Bai family looked at Bai Xiu, somewhat shocked.

Bai Chenshan frowned slightly. "Don't rush. Let's wait and see."

Seeing Ning Er and Tu Langlang both preparing for battle, Bai Xiu also, for once, showed a hint of seriousness, shedding his lazy demeanor.

"There are over a hundred Xujing opponents. Unless something unexpected happens... hmm... they're dead for sure."

The moment a double-tipped spear appeared in his hand, fine blue-purple lightning crackled around it.

"What?!"

Bai Chenshan's eyes instantly widened, his grayish-white beard trembling.

"It can't be wrong..."

Sizzle!

Two martial artists fell, a spray of blood blossoming.

Bai Xiu, his body wreathed in lightning, crackled with blue-purple light, stepping forward like a deity.

Drip, drip... blood trickled from the tip of his spear!

On the other side, Ning Er and Tu Langlang had also dealt with two martial artists, their killing intent boiling.

For a moment, no one dared to advance, their weapons trembling in unsteady grips.

They were all Xujing martial artists. In any immortal sect, they would be top-tier experts revered by thousands.

But before this spear-wielding youngster, they felt like mere muggles, waiting to be slaughtered.

In such a short time, four martial artists had already met their end beneath his spear!

"Let me handle this!"

Wu Chen's eyes filled with fighting spirit as he strode forward slowly, one hand holding prayer beads, the other raised in a Buddhist salute. "Amitabha. Who exactly are you, sir?"

He had seen Ning Er and Tu Langlang at the marriage contest.

Only this spear-wielding youth felt unfamiliar to him.

"A nobody, not worth mentioning."

Bai Xiu held his spear, looking at Wu Chen calmly. "We entered by accident. I have no inten—"

"Baldy, move aside!"

Before Bai Xiu could finish, Ning Er had already pointed his broadsword at Wu Chen in a simple, direct manner.

Tu Langlang also waved his fists, showing a fierce, puppy-dog-like intensity.

Bai Xiu: "..."

"Fine then!"

Bai Xiu sighed softly, holding his spear as he said quietly, "Make way!"

"Arrogant!"

Wu Chen's eyes narrowed, a surge of anger rising within him.

"What kind of riffraff dares to cause trouble right under the Tai Sui's nose?"

Whoosh!

A prayer bead shot towards Bai Xiu.

Clang!

Bai Xiu's spear tip precisely struck the bead, deflecting it.

Then, a sky full of prayer beads came shooting over.

"Thunder Step!"

Bai Xiu murmured.

With a flicker of crackling lightning sparks, Bai Xiu's body became ethereal, abruptly evading the barrage of beads and charging towards Wu Chen.

That ghostly speed made everyone's scalps tingle.

Wu Chen also showed a hint of gravity, raising his guard to the fullest.

He could see it—this kid was strong!

If he didn't take this seriously, he might very well capsize in a minor ditch!

Suddenly, Wu Chen retreated, predicting Bai Xiu's spear technique and dodging with precision.

Lightning flashed, and Bai Xiu indeed appeared at that spot!

"Interesting!"

Bai Xiu's spear instantly launched a flurry of thrusts at Wu Chen.

Sword shadows flashed, accompanied by bursts of blue-purple lightning!

Wu Chen didn't dare be careless, retreating repeatedly.

His palms seemed forged from steel, indestructible, directly slapping against the spear blade as he evaded.

Seeing this, everyone's expressions shifted dramatically.

They were all Xujing martial artists. In the outside world, they were significant figures. The reason they willingly followed Wu Chen was precisely because of his strength.

Who would have thought that now, Wu Chen was being forced back step by step by a kid barely over twenty?

Wu Chen's moves were steady and solid.

His twin palms were unbreakable, and the two fought back and forth evenly.

Unable to break through after a prolonged assault, a glint of blue light flashed in Bai Xiu's eyes.

Suddenly, the spear shot out like a dragon!

The spear tip, with speed too fast for the eye to follow, thrust towards his face.

Thump!

Wu Chen brought his hands together in a prayer clasp, catching Bai Xiu's spear blade.

"Hmph, prepare to die!"

A cold glint appeared in Wu Chen's eyes.

Instantly, beams of golden light, like bullets, shot towards Bai Xiu.

"Big brother, watch out!"

Ning Er and Tu Langlang both cried out.

Sizzle!

A net of lightning appeared, intercepting those prayer beads.

Plink! Plink! Plink...

The beads, smoking, fell to the ground.

Wu Chen's eyes bulged. "This...!"

"Dawn-Piercing Thunder Dragon!"

Suddenly, Bai Xiu's fighting spirit boiled over!

The spear, entwined with lightning like a raging dragon, abruptly stabbed towards Wu Chen.

A spray of blood blossomed!

Wu Chen's shoulder was directly pierced through, his entire body sent flying backward.

This scene utterly shocked the crowd.

Bai Chenshan was even moved to tears of excitement. "It's him, it's definitely him!"

Bai Xiu slowly retracted his spear, his sharp gaze once again reverting to its original laziness.

"Damn it, kill this kid!"

"Don't be afraid, we have the numbers!"

The martial artists, horrified, snapped back to reality and charged forward with their weapons.

Bai Chenshan said coldly, "Bai family, heed my order! Protect these three!"

"Yes!"

A group of Bai family members stepped forward together, blocking the path of those martial artists.

Bai Chenshan strode forward, his powerful aura overflowing, blue-purple lightning soaring into the sky.

"Mid-stage Juling!"

Bai Xiu glanced at Bai Chenshan, full of disbelief.

This old man was actually this powerful!

Wu Chen gritted his teeth, showing a hint of wariness.

Bai Chenshan was once one of the Heavenly Palace's three great elders; his strength was not to be underestimated.

Although they outnumbered the other side by more than two to one, he was now injured. Even if they won, it would be a pyrrhic victory, and he might even get himself entangled in it.

Weighing the pros and cons, Wu Chen gritted his teeth and said, "Retreat!"

Upon hearing this, the martial artists were filled with unwillingness but had no choice. They all began to withdraw.

Bai Chenshan breathed a slight sigh of relief, his gaze burning as he looked at Bai Xiu. "Young man, what is your name?"

Many Bai family members also looked at Bai Xiu with expectant eyes.

"Bai Xiu."

Bai Xiu said plainly.

"What the hell, why's the atmosphere so tense!"