C228 Anyone Who Touches It will be Killed(1)

Woo Zhengyang's notorious reputation preceded him, yet he hadn't shown his face since it spread. The crowd gathered to watch was seeing Woo Zhengyang for the first time.

Facing the heads of twenty-five families, Woo Zhengyang fearlessly took a few steps forward, making many in the crowd break into a cold sweat on his behalf.

"He's definitely a madman!" someone in the crowd remarked.

"Yeah, but... uh..." another started to respond but swallowed their words.

"Not just them, all of you deserve to die too!" Woo Zhengyang declared, and only then did the crowd realize what a true madman was.

"Haha... Madman Woo Zhengyang? More like a fool who doesn't know his limits!" one family head scoffed.

In the next moment, this family head's eyes widened in disbelief as he tried to look down, but couldn't. Woo Zhengyang's fist had already shattered his throat.

It all happened so suddenly. No one expected Woo Zhengyang to dare continue forward against twenty-five martial artists, moving with incredible speed and delivering punches beyond the strength of a Martial Disciple.

It wasn't until the family head fell to the ground, eyes wide open, that the crowd gasped in shock.

"Courting death!" shouted another family head closest to Woo Zhengyang, drawing a long sword in anger.

But as soon as he finished shouting and drew his sword, Woo Zhengyang was already in front of him, delivering the same devastating punch, shattering his throat as well.

In just a few breaths, two of the twenty-five family leaders had already fallen, slain by Woo Zhengyang, a newcomer to the Profound Heaven Sect. The onlookers could hardly believe their eyes.

After taking down two opponents, Woo Zhengyang retreated to his original position. His success was due to the element of surprise, but now that the others were on guard, any further action might put him in danger.

The remaining twenty-three leaders didn’t pursue him, still grappling with disbelief.

“Well... well... you’ve got some skills, but do you really think sneaky attacks will help you take on all of us?” the leader of the Zhou family scoffed, his anger barely contained.

“Sneaky? To deal with you, I don’t need to sneak,” Woo Zhengyang replied, scattering a few array flags before charging forward again.

With a perfect execution of the Tyrannical Mountain Shattering Fist, the Zhou family leader fell.

Another leader down, and this time it was the head of the group. The spectators were at a loss for words.

The real shock was yet to come. After taking down the Zhou leader, Woo Zhengyang continued his assault on the remaining twenty-two.

In a frenzy, they attacked wildly, lacking any strategy. Strangely, whenever Woo Zhengyang approached someone, they would suddenly stop their assault, seemingly oblivious to his incoming blows.

Woo Zhengyang's fists were as powerful as ever—any hit was a guaranteed death. In the blink of an eye, three more lives were lost!

"What’s happening? Am I under some kind of spell?"

"Who's attacking me... I..."

The remaining nineteen were in utter chaos. Woo Zhengyang moved among them as if taking a leisurely stroll, and with each step, another life was claimed.

The onlookers, including Elder Ye, Elder Zhou, Lee Yunsheng, and Uncle Fu, were all stunned by the spectacle. The cries of the group reminded many of an old rumor.

It was said that Woo Zhengyang had been possessed by a demon in the Mystic Trace Realm, leading him to slaughter not only the disciples from the Heavenly Martial Academy but also his own comrades. This rumor had long been debunked by the Profound Heaven Sect.

Yet, in this moment, everyone wished it were true, for nothing else could explain what they were witnessing. A Martial Disciple was wiping out Martial Masters as if they were nothing, while those Masters seemed bewitched, lost in chaos and babbling nonsense.

Only Elder Ye and a few observant individuals, despite their shock, began to notice the key to it all—Woo Zhengyang's small black triangular flag, casually wielded, was undoubtedly the cause of this entire scene.

Array flags?

Formation techniques?

Many people thought of it, but they found it hard to understand when Woo Zhengyang learned the art of formations, especially one as rare as the Slaughter Formation.

Forget about the Profound Heaven Sect; even the Heavenly Martial Sect doesn't have an Array Master skilled in the Slaughter Formation.

The main question is, how could such a powerful Slaughter Formation be set up so easily?

If that's really the case, who could stand against Woo Zhengyang's strength?

A Martial Disciple capable of defeating a Martial Master—when he reaches the Martial Master Stage, wouldn't he be able to defeat an expert at the Shape Gathering Stage? If he can still slaughter so effortlessly then, even the strongest in a sect might not be his match.

What happens when Woo Zhengyang steps into the Shape Gathering Stage or even higher realms? People couldn't even begin to imagine.

After a while, a gasp of surprise came from the crowd watching, and many suddenly realized that at some point, array flags had been placed beneath their feet.

Naturally, these flags were set by Woo Zhengyang.