Do you know the power of this punch of mine?

The auction ended, and Zhao Huai and Li Yanqing walked out of the venue side by side.

Zhao Huai's gaze swept around, waiting for a crisis to occur.

With the blessing of the Firm Dao Heart fate, his mind was extremely sensitive to everything around him.

He could perceive even the slightest disturbance.

Unfortunately, there wasn't a single sign of trouble.

Zhao Huai tossed the copper coins again, and the result was the same as before: a steady approach would allow him to overcome it easily.

"Senior, are you waiting for someone?"

Li Yanqing, seeing Zhao Huai looking around, couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Not at all. I'm worried that you might be ambushed by those who were competing earlier," Zhao Huai said, shaking his head.

Li Yanqing's face was optimistic as he pointed to the servants beside him. "Don't worry. My father found me some guards. Although they can't compare to you, Senior, aren't they enough to protect me with their Qi Refining Level 3 or 4 strength?"

The next moment, Zhao Huai's large hand landed on Li Yanqing's shoulder, startling him.

Zhao Huai's expression was serious as he said, "Remember, never underestimate anyone. This is the first lesson I'm teaching you."

"Disciple respectfully accepts your teachings."

Li Yanqing nodded earnestly.

"Let's go. The Prefect's Residence is on my way," Zhao Huai said casually as he walked ahead, seeing that there was no immediate danger.

Li Yanqing and his entourage quickly followed.

"Why do you want to practice Qi Refining?" Zhao Huai suddenly asked as they walked.

Li Yanqing sighed. "My father said that if I don't practice Qi Refining, he won't let me inherit his business. But I've failed despite changing teachers again and again."

"Then your father must be very good to you."

Li Yanqing immediately shook his head. "No, he's too strict, and he's always busy. I hardly ever see him."

"Everyone envies me, but I don't like it this way."

Zhao Huai smiled slightly, offering guidance. "You're taking your blessings for granted..."

Suddenly, in an instant.

A chilling sense of crisis shot up Zhao Huai's spine, icy and bone-piercing, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Firm Dao Heart faintly activated, sending a cool aura throughout his body. His body seemed to react reflexively, flashing backward.

Several sharp rays of cold light pierced through the air, descending from the sky.

Thin, cicada-wing-like flying daggers flashed past his eyes at high speed.

In Zhao Huai's eyes, time seemed to slow down.

Each glimmer of cold light in front of him exuded a terrifying chill.

In an instant, time returned to normal.

Zhao Huai's center of gravity shifted backward, and he pulled Li Yanqing beside him, quickly regaining his footing.

They were now four or five meters away from their original position.

"Puchi!"

The three attendants who had been surrounding Li Yanqing were directly pierced by the flying daggers falling from the sky.

Their bodies fell heavily to the ground, splattering blood everywhere!

"Assassins! Protect the young master!" one of the attendants shouted.

The remaining followers surrounded Li Yanqing, their expressions tense, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Zhao Huai alone remained calm, his gaze sweeping around, using the power of his mental force to search for traces of the assassin.

No wonder he hadn't found them earlier; it turned out the enemies were positioned high up.

Zhao Huai's sharp eyes scanned the deserted alley in front of him, fixing on two figures on the eaves of a building not far away.

The opponents' realms were also in the Qi Refining Realm.

"Scholar, your Sleep Inducing Flying Daggers failed. What's the situation?"

On the roof, the burly Butcher questioned in a muffled voice.

"This person seems to have some skill and isn't so simple. We can't be careless."

A solemn look appeared on the Soul-Reaping Scholar's thin face.

The fact that this person could dodge his flying daggers meant he was definitely a cultivator.

"Damn it, we've never failed when working together!"

"If a sneak attack doesn't work, then we'll go head-on!"

The Butcher spat and leaped down, twenty meters from the ground, landing heavily, the sound of shattered tiles ringing out, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The Soul-Reaping Scholar tapped his toes and jumped down, landing gracefully.

Facing the two, Zhao Huai wasn't afraid. Instead, he was itching to try out the power of his fate.

Both of them wore black hats, obscuring their faces, so one could only judge them by their figures: one fat, one thin.

Li Yanqing watched from a distance, held back by his followers, his eyes full of worry.

These two looked quite formidable; he hoped the senior could defeat them.

Zhao Huai had thought that when they revealed themselves and jumped down, they would say something, like some harsh words or something.

But the next moment, the Soul-Reaping Scholar flicked the fan gently waving in his hand.

Six more flying daggers shot out from the fan.

The Butcher, like a cheetah, charged towards him. Although his build was strong, his speed was extremely fast, quickly closing the distance to Zhao Huai.

They attacked without a word.

The two had a clear plan: one would attack from a distance to attract attention, while the other would close the distance, seeking a quick capture.

The Butcher's speed was astonishingly fast, and in the blink of an eye, he had flashed to Zhao Huai's side.

Ever since they realized that Zhao Huai's strength was unusual, they had intended to strike a deadly blow, so every move was made with all their strength, capable of deciding life and death.

Faced with the siege, Zhao Huai was unhurried, completely ignoring the flying daggers, focusing solely on dealing with the Butcher in front of him.

But soon, a scene that left the Butcher dumbfounded appeared. He punched out, carrying energy, true qi flowing through his meridians, veins bulging, capable of turning a cow into mincemeat.

But it was caught by an invisible hand, as if punching cotton, soft and weak.

Zhao Huai caught the Butcher's move with his right palm, not letting up.

His left hand formed a fist, delivering a simple and unadorned punch, but the surrounding wind howled shrilly.

"Whoosh!"

The Butcher's reaction was already extremely fast, but by the time his eyes refocused, the fist was already at his left cheek.

He was powerless to resist.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a loud noise, a stream of air violently spread out from Zhao Huai's center.

A figure flew out backward, directly snapping a willow tree in half at the waist, but it wasn't over yet, until the figure embedded itself in a solid earthen wall, the surrounding mud and stones breaking apart, did it finally stop.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

The flying daggers pierced Zhao Huai's left chest, heart, forehead, and neck at this moment, but the crisp sound of metal striking metal seemed extremely unreal.

Six flying daggers fell weakly to the ground.

Seeing this, the Soul-Reaping Scholar's pupils shrank, his icy face filled with astonishment, and a bad feeling surged into his heart.

Li Yanqing and the surrounding followers were all shocked, exchanging glances.

This... he was taken down just like that?

Zhao Huai smiled, rubbed his wrist, narrowed his eyes, and sneered while his eyes contained sympathy.

"Coming here to die, do you know the power of my punch?"

The Soul-Reaping Scholar looked back at the Butcher, who had half his life left, a hint of fear appearing in the depths of his eyes, and asked with a tone of suspicion and uncertainty, "Who are you?"

They came to assassinate someone, not to be assassinated.

"This question, I should be asking you."

Zhao Huai couldn't help but find it amusing.

The Soul-Reaping Scholar was silent.

In the next second, the feather fan in his hand rustled, and six sword tips extended from the interlayer. With the blessing of true Qi, the six fan swords floated up.

The other party obviously still had the will to fight.

Intent, activate!

Zhao Huai silently recited in his heart.

He was also impolite, making a full-force effort, directly activating the peak mode.

All the true Qi in his body was mobilized, and his Qi Refining Level 9 cultivation base was more than doubled.

The movement formed by the true Qi was too great.

The willow trees in the distance rustled, and the shop signs around the closed shops trembled from the airflow.

At this time, Jin Province City, which was approaching dusk and gradually darkening, still had people stirring up the cyclone in the unknown alleys.