Chapter 21: The Bloody Battle—The Yumas People Flee Far Away

Su Mu’s furious roar reverberated with pulse force, exploding in the arena like thunder on a clear day. Instantly, every gaze was drawn to him, startled by this sudden child’s intrusion.

Wan Chongtian, who had been gloating at the edge of the scene, was startled by the outburst. When he saw it was merely a half-grown boy, he burst out laughing.

“Whose child is this? Shouldn’t you be at home, asleep, instead of playing the hero here? Have you listened to too many stories of chivalry and justice, seeking excitement?”

Su Mu, undaunted, pointed at Wan Chongtian and shouted angrily, “Stay away from Sister Yingying! You scoundrels ruined her family, relentlessly pursuing her—you’re nothing like real men.”

Before Wan Chongtian could respond, Black Hunter spoke with a sinister chill, “So now there’s someone daring to lecture us, the Pinglong Fortress, and it’s a child at that? Wan Chongshan, what are your men doing, are they just eating for nothing?”

Wan Chongshan’s old face flushed. He hurriedly barked, “Seize him! He keeps calling out ‘Sister Yingying,’ so he must be related to that little wretch. Search him thoroughly.”

The black-clad men who had retreated now rushed forward, weapons raised, shouting as they surrounded Su Mu.

It was hardly their fault—anyone struck by that chaotic shockwave earlier was killed instantly; who would dare linger nearby? No one expected that anyone would dare approach.

Su Mu hollered, facing dozens of black-clad men without a hint of fear. He channeled his pulse force throughout his body. Though usually thin and small, his body began to swell, muscles clearly defined. He charged at the black-clad men, fists swinging.

Despite his short stature—still just a child—he now resembled a miniature titan. His fists were small but packed with power; anyone in his way was struck down, regardless of where the blows landed. Those ordinary black-clad men, lacking star source, could not withstand Su Mu's iron fists; one by one they fell, cries of pain echoing along his path.

“What? This boy has cultivated Essence Life? No wonder he dared to cause trouble. What’s his relationship with Jiang Yingying? Could he be the child who always accompanied her?”

Wan Chongtian finally realized this was the boy his subordinates had mentioned when Jiang Yingying entered the city. He hadn’t expected him to be an Essence Life cultivator, thinking only Jiang Yingying used tricks to mislead them. Now he saw how formidable the child was.

Seeing the boy fighting his way through the crow