The monk knew he was no match for Zhou Yuanshang, and his eyes were filled with determination, as if he intended to fight him to the death.
For him now, the only chance is to fight tooth and nail.
With a surge of Inner Force, he raised his already battered hands and charged at Zhou Yuanshang once more.
"Court death!"
Zhou Yuanshang sneered. The difference in strength cannot be bridged by fighting desperately. He had killed countless people and walked out of piles of corpses, so how could he be afraid of a monk?
His figure moved like a ghost as he charged towards the monk, both of them carrying terrifying fluctuations of Inner Force.
However, at that moment, Zhou Yuanshang's figure suddenly flew backward, much faster than when he rushed over, and the Long Spear fell to the ground.
"Bang!"
Zhou Yuanshang's figure crashed to the ground again, returning to his original group. He spat out a mouthful of blood, the intense pain making his face contort in pain, and part of his chest caved in.
It was only because the Martial Dao Grandmaster possessed such strong vitality that this attack did not kill Zhou Yuanshang, but only severely injured him.
The sudden turn of events stunned everyone, their eyes filled with shock.
What's going on here?
Even the monks were dumbfounded.
"Who!"
Zhou Yuanshang couldn't help but roar, but the aggravation of his chest injury caused him to spit out another mouthful of blood, and blood continued to seep from his chest.
He looked towards the Li Family's direction with a hint of fear in his eyes.
Before anyone knew it, a young man was already standing at the entrance of the Li Family's residence. He was handsome and refined, with an indifferent expression and a faint Aura of Authority about him.
Zhou Yuanshang's pupils contracted instantly, his face filled with horror.
"You are... a cultivator!"
Zhou Yuanshang had also wondered if there were cultivators in the Li Family helping them, but he felt that the possibility was too low. How could the Li Family possibly ask cultivators for help?
That possibility was subsequently eliminated.
Unexpectedly, it really turned out to be true.
The fact that the Li Family actually had a cultivator helping them meant that the one who killed his son was not the monk in front of him, but this cultivator from the Li Family.
Damn it, how is this possible!
"It's so noisy."
Su Chen slowly emerged from the shadows, looking at Zhou Yuanshang with an impatient expression. "I killed your son, what are you making such a racket in the middle of the night?"
He carried a faint aura of pressure, unlike Martial Cultivator; it was a sense of oppression that transcended Inner Force.
The other guards in the City Lord's Mansion all paled, their faces filled with fear. Cultivators were beings they could only look up to; how could they not be afraid?
"Damn it! How did we get involved with cultivators?"
"Even the City Lord is no match for us, are we all going to die?"
"How could the Li Family have cultivators behind them? They're all Young City Lord. If he hadn't offended cultivators, we wouldn't be here causing trouble for the Li Family."
Many guards looked fearful and were somewhat out of control. They completely ignored Zhou Yuanshang beside them and started complaining to Zhou Bi.
"Shut up!"
Zhou Yuanshang roared at the group of people, his long-suppressed power immediately silencing the guards.
"So what if you're a cultivator? You interfered in the affairs of my City Lord's Mansion and killed my son. I will make you pay the price." Zhou Yuanshang's voice was cold, as if he still had some Trump Cards his sleeve.
He endured the excruciating pain and struggled to his feet, his eyes filled with resentment as he looked at Su Chen.
The hatred for killing one's son is irreconcilable.
Su Chen said calmly, "So you still have some Trump Cards up your sleeve? Why don't you show them all to me?"
He looked at Zhou Yuanshang with a mocking gaze, as if he were looking at a toy, Ant.
Zhou Yuanshang's face was extremely ugly; he felt humiliated by that look.
He took a deep breath, then cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards the City Lord's Mansion.
"Mr. Qi, this person is also a cultivator. I am no match for him, so I have no choice but to ask for your help."
Mr. Qi serves as a retainer of the City Lord's Mansion, and the City Lord's Mansion pays a considerable price to support him every year. However, Mr. Qi only lends a helping hand when Zhou Yuanshang cannot resolve.
Mr. Qi?
Just after Zhou Yuanshang finished speaking, a figure seemed to appear out of thin air on the roof. He was dressed in flowing robes, like a celestial being descended to earth, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura.
The pressure emanating from its body far exceeded that of Martial Cultivator; even Zhou Yuanshang, a Martial Dao Grandmaster, felt incredibly insignificant in its eyes.
He swallowed hard, a hint of something in his eyes.
Is this what cultivators are like?
Mr. Qi glanced at Zhou Yuanshang, a hint of disdain flashing deep in his eyes.
Martial Cultivator are just Martial Cultivator. They're far too weak.
"City Lord Zhou, you should understand the price for making me take action, right?"
Zhou Yuanshang's expression Great Upheaval. He knew that supporting Mr. Qi required countless sums of money every year, and if he were to make a move, he would have to give even more. But after thinking about it, he realized that as long as he could kill Su Chen, it would all be worth it.
Zhou Yuanshang gritted his teeth and nodded, saying, "Understood. As long as Mr. Qi helps kill this person, the City Lord's Mansion will fulfill all your previous conditions."
Mr. Qi nodded in satisfaction, then turned his gaze to Su Chen, his eyes slightly narrowed, looking confident of victory.
He was not an ordinary Qi Cultivation Stage, but rather at the eighth level of Qi Refining, making him a strong figure within the entire Qi Cultivation Stage.
Su Chen's aura wasn't strong, and there wasn't much Spiritual Energy surrounding him, so he was probably just a cultivator who had recently broken through to the Qi Refining stage.
"Kid, you're unlucky to have run into me."
Mr. Qi remained calm and composed. With a wave of his hand, a Longsword appeared out of thin air in his hand, and his aura instantly surged, becoming extremely terrifying, far surpassing that of Martial Dao Grandmaster.
The two are worlds apart.
Martial Dao Grandmaster are the strongest among mortals, but even so, the weakest Qi Cultivation Stage cultivator can easily defeat Martial Dao Grandmaster. Cultivators who have successfully reached the Qi Refining stage have physical speed that is difficult for mortals to match.
Even if some exceptionally talented Martial Dao Grandmaster can defeat cultivators who have just begun to refine their Qi, they are ultimately only a minority.
Moreover, Mr. Qi is at the Eighth Level of Qi Cultivation, which is completely different from those who have just started Qi Refining.
"It's been a long time since I've fought a cultivator, boy. I'll give you the first strike. If you can force me to draw my sword within three moves, I'll spare your life today."
Mr. Qi was extremely arrogant, his eyes full of confidence, and he didn't take Su Chen seriously at all.
Su Chen gave him a deep look, and to be honest, he didn't know what to say.
How disrespectful is that?
Does he not consider himself human at all?
It's really unbearable.
"Good."
Su Chen smiled innocently and raised his hand slightly towards Mr. Qi.
The next moment, a terrifying force erupted instantly. Mr. Qi was stunned. He had no time to react before he was blasted away. A violent explosion rang out, and deep trenches appeared in the street.
Mr. Qi was covered in blood, his body riddled with broken wounds, and he had lost several teeth. Gone was his previous calm and collected demeanor; he was utterly disheveled, like an old dog on the verge of death.
He raised his head, trembling, his eyes filled with solemnity and horror.
"You... you're not a Qi Refining cultivator at all!"