A Tiny Ant

"This Wang Ritain is a true heavenly prodigy! Compared to the so-called martial arts geniuses I've seen before, he's like the difference between the heavens and the earth!" an old man with white hair said with great emotion.

His eyes showed admiration and astonishment, and he unconsciously tapped his cane gently on the ground.

"Indeed, being able to kill a Finger Profound Realm expert, how many people in the entire martial world can achieve such strength?"

Beside him, a young martial artist's eyes sparkled with excitement as he clenched his fists.

They praised Wang Ritain one after another, their words flowing freely.

Even though they hadn't gained any benefits from Wang Ritain, they had personally witnessed the rise of a heavenly prodigy.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng slowly stood up, her gaze still fixed on the direction Wang Ritain had left, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"If Wang Ritain survives this, he will surely become a top figure in the martial world in the future."

She murmured softly, her voice tinged with admiration.

The once insignificant person, looked down upon by everyone in the family, now displayed such terrifying strength. How could she not feel emotional?

After the shock, the people of the martial world turned and dispersed. They knew that the battle that had shaken the martial world had come to an end, and it was time for them to return to their own martial world lives. However, the retainers of the Xuanyuan Family stood frozen in place, like statues. Their faces were filled with fear and worry, and their eyes revealed deep helplessness.

"What are we going to do? Xuanyuan Jingxuan is dead, and we failed to intercept the killer. If we inform the family of this, we will surely be severely punished." one retainer said with a trembling voice, his body shaking slightly with his words, as if he could already feel the severe punishment from the family.

"Yes, Old Ancestor Xuanyuan Dapan is unpredictable. If he takes his anger out on us, we will have no place to be buried," another retainer chimed in, his forehead covered in sweat, which shone exceptionally brightly under the moonlight.

The retainers were in a dilemma. If they moved forward, they feared Wang Ritain's terrifying strength; if they moved backward, they feared the family's severe punishment. They were like a flock of sheep lost in the darkness, unable to find their way.

Just then, a loud voice like a great bell rang out, "What happened? Why is it so noisy?" Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Wang Shengwu and a few others with the Xuanyuan Family's insignia approaching with large strides. Wang Shengwu was burly, like a towering small mountain, exuding a powerful aura. He was a Vajra Realm expert. In the Xuanyuan Family, his status was second only to the family head and a few young masters. The people behind him were all at the peak of the Great Grandmaster level. This lineup could be considered formidable.

When Wang Shengwu and the others saw the ground covered in corpses and Xuanyuan Jingxuan's head, Wang Shengwu's heart trembled violently, and his expression froze instantly. He quickly stepped forward and examined Xuanyuan Jingxuan's body closely, a flicker of disbelief in his eyes. "This... what on earth happened?" he asked urgently, his voice trembling slightly.

Seeing this, the retainers quickly told Wang Shengwu the whole story. After hearing it, Wang Shengwu's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief. "A mere retainer actually managed to defeat Xuanyuan Jingxuan of the Finger Profound Realm? This... how is this possible?" he muttered to himself, as if trying to convince himself that it was all a lie.

As his shock subsided, Wang Shengwu's expression instantly turned grim. His eyes blazed with anger as he pointed at the retainers and cursed, "You cowardly wretches! Wang Ritain was severely injured, and you didn't dare to pursue him? If it weren't for your incompetence, how could the family have suffered such humiliation!" The retainers lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound, and could only silently endure Wang Shengwu's scolding.

Wang Shengwu took a deep breath to calm himself. He turned to the people behind him, a look of determination flashing in his eyes. "Let's go, we'll chase Wang Ritain! No matter how strong he was before, he's severely injured now. How can he contend with me, a Vajra Realm expert?" His voice was full of confidence, as if he could already see Wang Ritain crushed beneath his feet.

"If I can bring back Wang Ritain's head, with the help of the Old Ancestor Xuanyuan, I will surely break through to the Finger Profound Realm!" Wang Shengwu thought to himself. This thought made his eyes fill with greed and desire. With that, he lightly tapped his foot, and he and the people behind him surged forward in the direction Wang Ritain had left. Their figures were like black lightning under the moonlight, swift and sharp.

At this moment, Wang Ritain was slowly walking along the official road, recovering from his injuries as he went. He relied on the powerful abilities of his Innate Dao Body to continuously absorb the surrounding spiritual energy. Although he still looked miserable, with tattered clothes and bloodstains all over his body, his internal injuries had already recovered by seven to eight parts. After this fierce battle, his true qi had become even more refined, and his strength had grown even stronger.

Wang Ritain secretly estimated that if he were to fight Xuanyuan Jingxuan again, he would have absolute confidence in killing him within a hundred moves. All of this highlighted the power of the Innate Dao Body. It was like an inexhaustible spring, constantly providing Wang Ritain with strength, allowing him to walk further and further on the path of martial arts.

Wang Ritain arrived in front of a teahouse. His steps were heavy, but his eyes were still firm. He walked into the teahouse, got a bowl of tea, and sat quietly to rest. At this moment, he was like a wounded tiger, tired but still exuding a formidable aura.

Wang Shengwu and the others soon caught up. They arrived in front of the teahouse and saw Wang Ritain sitting there. A flicker of surprise flashed in Wang Shengwu's eyes. He quietly took out a dart from his bosom. This dart contained his powerful true qi, and if it hit, it would be enough to severely injure a Great Grandmaster. He flicked his wrist, and the dart shot towards Wang Ritain.

As if Wang Ritain had eyes in the back of his head, just as the dart was about to hit him, he flicked his finger. A flash of true qi was seen, and the dart was instantly deflected, hitting a pillar of the teahouse with a "clang."

"Who is it?" Wang Ritain said coldly, his voice devoid of any emotion, as if the attack was just a trivial matter to him.

Seeing that his sneak attack had failed, Wang Shengwu walked out boldly. He looked at the bloodstains on Wang Ritain's body, further confirming that Wang Ritain was severely injured. "Hmph, Wang Ritain, today is the day you die!" he declared loudly, his voice full of confidence and arrogance.

Wang Ritain looked up at Wang Shengwu, a hint of disdain in his eyes. "Are you here to kill me?" he asked indifferently.

Wang Shengwu laughed heartily upon hearing this. "That's right, Wang Ritain. You are already severely injured. Surrender obediently today, and I'll give you a quick death. Otherwise, I will surely cut off your head with my sword and offer it to the Old Ancestor!" As he spoke, he drew the long saber at his waist, which gleamed with a cold light under the moonlight.

Wang Ritain remained silent, quietly looking at Wang Shengwu, his eyes exuding a chilling aura. Wang Shengwu felt a chill run down his spine under Wang Ritain's gaze, but he forced himself to remain calm and attacked Wang Ritain with his long saber.

Wang Ritain's eyes narrowed, and he casually threw the teacup in his hand. This seemingly ordinary teacup was now infused with dense true qi, flying towards Wang Shengwu like a cannonball.

Wang Shengwu felt a powerful force rushing towards him. He had no time to dodge, and the long saber in his hand was instantly knocked away.

Before Wang Shengwu could react, Wang Ritain had already swung his blade.

A cold light flashed, and Wang Shengwu felt a chill on his neck. He instinctively reached up to cover his neck. Blood gushed out from between his fingers, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

"This... how is this possible..."