The End of the Strong Crossbow Is Not Something You Can Block!

The long saber in Wang Ritain's hand gleamed with a cold light. Bloodstains on the blade dripped down, splashing tiny crimson flowers on the ground. His eyes held a look of resolve. With a swift motion, a "thump" echoed as Xuanyuan Jingxuan's head flew off, arcing through the air before landing heavily on the ground. Xuanyuan Jingxuan's face was frozen in an expression of disbelief, his eyes wide open, as if he couldn't fathom dying at the hands of a mere Half-step Grandmaster.

Everyone stared, their eyes fixed on the scene, their scalps tingling. Their mouths hung open, but no sound came out. The shock in their hearts was beyond words. Wang Ritain, once an unknown figure in the martial arts world, had, with the strength of a Half-step Grandmaster, defied and slain Xuanyuan Jingxuan, a Finger Profound Realm expert. Such a feat was unheard of, unseen.

"This... how is this possible?" a martial artist stammered, his voice trembling with fear and disbelief. His legs felt weak, and he nearly collapsed. He silently thanked his lucky stars for not joining the mob that had attacked Wang Ritain, otherwise, his own corpse would be lying on the ground right now.

The retainers of the Xuanyuan Family were equally stunned. They looked at Xuanyuan Jingxuan's body on the ground, fear spreading through them like a tide. They had believed that Xuanyuan Jingxuan, the top expert in the family second only to the Ancestor, would easily deal with Wang Ritain. However, reality had slapped them hard. Wang Ritain's strength far surpassed their imagination. He was like a demon god from hell, filling them with immense dread.

"Run! Run!" someone shouted. The retainers snapped out of their stupor, turning and scattering in all directions. Their footsteps were frantic. In that moment, only one thought occupied their minds: get as far away from Wang Ritain as possible.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng stood by, witnessing everything. Her face was as pale as paper, her eyes filled with shock and fear. Her body trembled slightly, as if a gust of wind could blow her over. She had never imagined the situation would escalate like this. Xuanyuan Jingxuan, the formidable powerhouse of the family, had been killed by Wang Ritain. She recalled Wang Ritain's confident words from before, and a wave of regret washed over her. It turned out Wang Ritain wasn't delusional; he truly possessed such terrifying power. She even began to suspect that Wang Ritain might indeed ascend Huishan one day and kill the Ancestor, Xuanyuan Dapan.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng watched Wang Ritain silently, awaiting his next move. Her heart was filled with conflict. On one hand, she was terrified of Wang Ritain's strength; on the other, she was filled with curiosity. How had this once bullied nobody from the family become so powerful?

Wang Ritain was heavily injured, the wounds within him burning like a raging fire, constantly consuming his body. But he suppressed his injuries, his eyes calmly fixed on Xuanyuan Qingfeng as he spoke, "Xuanyuan Qingfeng, go back and tell Xuanyuan Dapan that the Xuanyuan Family has been rotten for too long. I will personally come to take his head. For now, I'll let his head stay on his neck a little longer." With that, Wang Ritain turned and slowly walked forward. His steps were a little unsteady, but incredibly firm. He paid no mind to the fleeing retainers and martial artists, as if they were merely insignificant ants.

As the retainers fled, they secretly glanced back at Wang Ritain. Their hearts were filled with doubt. Recalling Wang Ritain's previous image of overwhelming demonic power and ruthless killing, and then looking at him now, something felt off. Just then, Wang Ritain coughed slightly, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"He's injured!" a retainer whispered, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

"Yes, he must be exhausted, severely wounded, and too weak to deal with us," another retainer chimed in.

The thought of "taking a chance" began to stir within the retainers. They thought this was a golden opportunity to earn merit. If they could kill Wang Ritain, they would surely receive rewards from the Xuanyuan Family, perhaps even becoming a personal disciple of the Xuanyuan Family's Ancestor. Driven by greed, their courage gradually grew.

"Charge! Kill him!" a retainer, a Half-step Grandmaster, shouted, charging towards Wang Ritain. He gripped a long saber tightly, its blade flashing with cold light, as if intending to cleave Wang Ritain down.

Wang Ritain seemed not to hear, continuing his steady pace forward. There was no panic in his eyes; he acted as if he hadn't even noticed the charging retainer.

As the retainer closed in on Wang Ritain, Wang Ritain casually swung his long saber. This seemingly effortless swing contained immense power. The retainer only saw a flash of cold light before his expression froze. His body seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, and blood spurted skyward. Immediately after, his body was split in two, falling to the ground with a dull thud. He writhed in agony on the ground, his eyes filled with terror and despair.

This scene caused the others who had intended to attack Wang Ritain to break out in a cold sweat, their hearts pounding. They looked at the mangled corpse on the ground, their fear amplified once more. They realized that even severely wounded, Wang Ritain was still terrifying. He was like a wounded tiger, weary but still possessing deadly lethality.

"We can't go on, he's too terrifying!" a retainer trembled, his voice filled with fear.

"Yeah, no one knows how much strength he has left. We can't be the first to attack," another retainer agreed.

The crowd stared blankly at Wang Ritain's retreating back, their hearts filled with awe. They dared not pursue him, only watching as Wang Ritain gradually moved away. Wang Ritain left like this, step by step, with no one daring to block his path.