Although I didn't dare provoke a localized war, most of public opinion had already taken my side. As for how I had directly snapped the old woman's hand off, that wasn't important. How could the two techniques, the Origin Return Art and the Spirit Absorption Art, possibly appear in the same person?
No one had ever seen them before, which had limited their imagination. More importantly, the old woman had been killed outright by the mutual devouring of karma. The dead couldn't speak—who the hell would know how I had done it?
Four against four had become four against three, and Cao Zhili could no longer act arrogantly. Even when he charged over in a frenzy, Xie Chuhe and the sword immortal who was her trusted aide blocked him in front of me. I wore a look of lingering shock, but my heart was as calm as a mirror. My combat experience had long since become extraordinarily formidable. The old woman had been vicious, but her combat experience was clearly far inferior to mine. That was because she had always relied on overwhelming strength. To her, killing someone was little different from crushing an ant.
But ninety percent of my combat experience had come from fighting above my level—using the weak to challenge the strong. If I seized even the slightest opening, I could turn the tables. That was the difference between us. That was why she had died, while I was still standing here!
"You killed my granny! I swear I'll never let this go!" Cao Zhili roared. Seeing that he couldn't catch me, he immediately retreated and said, "Xie Chuhe! Just you wait!"
Xie Chuhe watched him coldly, without the slightest trace of fear in her eyes. As soon as Cao Zhili left, the others did the same,