Are You Very Strong?

This was bad, really bad...

Oh no, how could this child dare...

This was not just one person's thought. At this moment, everyone broke into a cold sweat.

Though they were terrified, they also felt it would be such a pity for a child to die like this. Although they did not know whether this matter would implicate them, everyone hoped he would not be killed.

"He is a child from my mother's family. He has suffered from madness since childhood. Whenever it acts up, he says insane things. He did not mean it..." the middle-aged woman said in a trembling voice.

"Who cares!" The burly man was furious beyond measure. Pointing at Chen Xiaofan's nose, he said, "I'm talking about you! Get out here already!"

Chen Xiaofan strolled out unhurriedly. He had never intended to hide. Going out now was perfect—he could kill this whole group.

The burly man threw back his head and laughed. "Just a little brat of seven or eight, not even fully grown, and you dare talk so wildly? Do you know how high our cultivation is, to boast so shamelessly? You deserve to die!"

Stepping into the Innate Realm already put one above countless others. Some people could not break through that barrier even in their entire lives, unable to advance to the Innate Realm. Having become an Innate Master, he had long regarded everyone under heaven as beneath notice.

The other burly men burst into laughter as well, looking at Chen Xiaofan as though he were a chicken awaiting slaughter. It was simply too laughable.

Someone laughed madly. "Kid, you're not even as tall as my waist, and you dare imitate adults, fighting to prove your courage? Hahaha, this is killing me!"

Chen Xiaofan glanced at him indifferently. "Innate... is that very high?"

Whoosh!

He struck directly, slashing out with his sword.

Before anyone could see what had happened, Chen Xiaofan's sword had already returned to its sheath, swift and smooth as drifting clouds and flowing water.

The next moment, a crack appeared on the head of the man who had been laughing with his head thrown back.

The man froze. His eyeballs squeezed inward as he tried to see what exactly had happened to him. He only felt an itch between his brows from the sword, but no pain.

Everyone beside him stared at him in shock, their jaws nearly dropping to the ground.

His head had already been split vertically open. A crack ran from top to bottom, extending all the way down between his legs, yet not a trace of blood spilled out. It seemed the blood had not had time to react.

Splurt!

At last, the sound of spraying blood rang out. The man split into two from head to toe, his corpse like a butchered pig, the two halves collapsing to the ground to the left and right.

Even as he died, he did not know what had happened.

The scene abruptly fell silent enough for a needle to be heard dropping.

It was as though time had fallen into a vacuum at that instant, and all sound had vanished.

Only faint, hurried breathing could be heard, as if someone were drawing in a sharp breath, yet did not dare breathe too loudly.

Chen Xiaofan stood with his hands behind his back, his white robes billowing and his hair flying in the wind. He asked calmly, "Innate... is that very high?"

"Th-this... you're an Innate Master too!" The leader was stunned. He shot to his feet, terror flooding his heart!

Who would have thought that this tiny village hid an Innate Master? No, that was not right—this person was only a seven-year-old child. A seven-year-old Innate Master?

Countless question marks suddenly erupted in his mind.

A seven-year-old Innate Master????????

He repeated it again.

How was that possible!

Not only him—at this moment, everyone from the Mad Saber Sect, the middle-aged woman, and the villagers throughout the village were utterly dumbfounded.

This child... could kill an Innate Master with one sword strike?

This could not be real, could it?

The Mad Saber Sect members were martial artists after all and had seen their share of the world, so they recovered quickly. But the middle-aged woman and the villagers were shocked beyond compare, standing there in a daze!

So he truly could kill them. He had not been boasting!

But... reason suddenly jolted them awake. There were so many people on the other side. With their numerical advantage, if they surrounded and attacked him, then as a seven-year-old child, whether in combat experience or stamina, the outcome would not be favorable...

Just as someone thought this, they suddenly saw the leader make his move.

Whoosh!

His saber was massive, carrying tremendous force and weight, like a bolt of lightning.

With the ferocious momentum of a tiger pouncing on its prey, it slashed viciously toward Chen Xiaofan's chest.

"Though I don't know how you advanced to the Innate Realm at the age of seven, you're only a child. No matter how strong you are, what can you possibly do!"

A crazed expression appeared on the leader's face.

He was a Grandmaster. How difficult could it be for him to kill an Innate Master?

Yet he did not let down his guard. The one who struck first gained the advantage. The instant he attacked, he erupted with all his strength, determined to take this man down in a single blow.

Chen Xiaofan merely glanced at him. Still standing with his hands behind his back as before, he said calmly, "Grandmaster... is that very strong?"

Boom!

He slashed out with his sword again.

A streak of light shot out in an instant like thunder and lightning!

Splat! Splat! Splat!

The leader's great saber was cleaved in two on the spot, sparks flying everywhere!

The armor on his body cracked apart at once, clattering to the ground along with a small section of his belly!

"Ah—"

The leader retreated frantically, withdrawing a full ten zhang before finally stopping. His eyelids twitched violently as he lowered his head to look.

His abdomen had been cut open. The protective armor had been sliced in two like fragile tofu, and all manner of filthy things from his belly were spilling downward like flowing water.

"Big Brother!" Everyone from the Mad Saber Sect sucked in a sharp breath!

"Don't come over! This man is a Great Grandmaster!" The leader hurriedly waved his hand, his face bitter beyond measure!

"What? A Great Grandmaster!"

This time, no one merely sucked in a breath. Their scalps went numb as a chill surged from the crowns of their heads to the soles of their feet!

What did a Great Grandmaster represent?

An Innate Master already surpassed a vast number of people, but a Great Grandmaster surpassed countless Innate Masters!

They could be called masters among masters, exceedingly rare!

Becoming a Great Grandmaster was the dream of countless people!

Yet from ancient times to the present, only a small number had reached that height!

Everyone stood stiffly, their scalps numb, deeply shaken.

A seven-year-old Great Grandmaster?

They felt their understanding of the world had suffered a massive blow. Their minds were no longer enough to process it!

Where in the world could there be a seven-year-old Great Grandmaster? They swore that even if they died, they had never seen one!

And they had actually kicked an iron plate like this?

"He... he... he was actually... a Great Grandmaster?" The middle-aged woman trembled all over, her face drained of color in shock!

The other villagers were no better off. All of them stood frozen in place like wooden statues!

That child was actually a Great Grandmaster?

No wonder he had said those things just now. So he truly possessed such strength!

But... a seven-year-old Great Grandmaster—were they sure they were not dreaming?

Rain still fell from the sky. Lightning flashed and thunder roared, the downpour surging like a dream.

Thud!

The leader fell to the ground. All his internal organs had already spilled from his body, and amid boundless shock, he clung to life in the rain-soaked ground.

He had only one breath left.

Had he known earlier that his opponent was a Great Grandmaster, he would never have attacked no matter what.

Had he known earlier that this little village hid a Great Grandmaster, he would never have ordered a complete massacre no matter what.

Unfortunately, there were no ifs.

Moreover, in that instant of their exchange, he had vaguely sensed that this Great Grandmaster's swordsmanship was peerless, stronger even than that of ordinary Great Grandmasters. He was practically at the level of a Land Immortal!

The power of that sword was beyond anything he could imagine. He could only conclude that it belonged to a Land Immortal!

The sword strike Chen Xiaofan had used just now was Sword Sweeps Heavenly Mountain, refined through layer upon layer of fusion!

He had merely slashed lightly, using not even a third of his strength, yet its destructive power was already so immense.

Chen Xiaofan looked at the suit of armor on the ground.

The armor was entirely golden and extremely heavy, appearing to possess formidable defenses.

Yet such a Treasure had been effortlessly pierced through by a single sword strike.

Chen Xiaofan walked forward and, amid the man's hysterical pleas for mercy, cut off his head with one sword strike.

Then he turned to the remaining scum of the Mad Saber Sect and asked calmly, "Grandmaster... is that very strong?"