No Survivors!

Chapter 14: No Survivors!

Wang Shengwu's corpse slammed heavily onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Inside the teahouse, the owner's face was ashen, and he trembled in a corner. The martial artists who had come hoping for some excitement were now stunned into silence by the horrifying scene of Wang Ritain slaying Wang Shengwu.

Rumors about Wang Ritain had already swept through the martial world like a storm, and people had heard of his strength. However, witnessing him so easily kill Wang Shengwu, a Vajra Realm expert, was a shock far beyond their imaginations. The Grandmaster-level martial artists present had naively believed that even with his strength, a heavily injured Wang Ritain couldn't possibly contend with the Vajra Realm Wang Shengwu. But reality was a resounding slap to their faces. In Wang Ritain's hands, Wang Shengwu was like a lamb to the slaughter, dying in a single move. The scene chilled everyone to the bone, a cold dread creeping from their feet to the tops of their heads.

"This... this Wang Ritain's strength is too terrifying!"

"Indeed. With such power, perhaps only a Heavenly Phenomenon Realm expert could subdue him," an old man nearby said with a grave expression.

The crowd murmured amongst themselves, expressing their awe of Wang Ritain. Their voices were filled with fear and shock, as if Wang Ritain were a demon god from hell, too terrifying to behold.

Wang Ritain slowly crouched down, picked up a teacup from the ground, and drank the remaining tea. Then, he drew his long saber and lightly wiped the bloodstains on Wang Shengwu's clothes with a calm and composed demeanor, as if he had just killed a negligible ant. After cleaning his saber, he stood up, his gaze sweeping over the onlookers. He said plainly, "You bunch of retainers, if you're not afraid of death, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The few retainers who had followed Wang Shengwu felt a jolt in their hearts upon hearing Wang Ritain's words. They realized Wang Ritain was about to attack them. A flicker of fear appeared on their faces, but more than that, there was unwillingness. They thought, no matter how strong Wang Ritain was, how much could a heavily injured person achieve?

"Hmph, Wang Ritain, don't get too arrogant! Do you really think you're invincible?" a retainer who looked like a Great Grandmaster roared, his eyes wide with anger. His voice trembled slightly, clearly showing his fear, but he put on a brave face for pride's sake.

"That's right, with so many of us, are we afraid of one injured person?" another retainer chimed in, gripping his weapon tightly, a look of determination in his eyes.

These retainers were all peak Great Grandmasters, figures of some standing in the martial world. They exchanged glances, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in their eyes. Then, they simultaneously circulated their true qi, and powerful qi instantly permeated the air, overturning the entire teahouse. Tables and chairs flew, and dust billowed.

Wang Ritain stood at the center of the qi vortex, his robes fluttering, whipping in the wind like a descending demon god. However, his body remained as unmoving as a majestic mountain. The true qi released by the retainers had no effect on him. Seeing this, the retainers were greatly alarmed, but they did not retreat. Instead, they attacked even more fiercely.

One retainer suddenly roared, his blood essence boiling, and a dazzling red light appeared on his palms. "Blazing Sun Palm!" he shouted, his palm strike surging like a tidal wave towards Wang Ritain. This palm strike contained all his strength, its power astonishing. Where it passed, the air itself seemed to distort and warp from the heat.

The other retainers were not to be outdone, each unleashing their signature skills. In an instant, the glint of sabers and swords flashed, and various attacks rained down on Wang Ritain. Their eyes were filled with killing intent, as if they wanted to tear him to shreds.

Wang Ritain looked at the incoming attacks, a cold sneer of disdain on his face. "Seeking your own doom!" he said coldly. As soon as the words left his mouth, a fierce gang qi erupted from around him. This gang qi exploded like a bomb, its powerful force instantly causing the ground within a radius of tens of meters to sink by three inches. Several retainers were directly thrown back by this gang qi, arcing through the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

Without missing a beat, Wang Ritain unleashed both palms, and the Three Points Return to Origin Qi shot out like two giant dragons, pursuing the thrown retainers. Seeing this, the retainers quickly circulated their protective true qi, attempting to resist. However, their protective true qi was as fragile as thin paper against Wang Ritain's qi. With a few muffled thuds, bowl-sized bloody holes appeared in the retainers' chests, blood gushing out. In the blink of an eye, they all perished, their bodies lying scattered on the ground in a mess.

The terrifying scene made the surrounding onlookers' hands and feet go cold, their hearts filled with dread. They had never witnessed such a fearsome display. In their eyes, Wang Ritain was no longer human, but a revered demon god.

"This... this Wang Ritain's methods are too brutal!"

"Indeed. With such terrifying strength, we must never provoke him again."

The crowd chattered, their voices filled with fear and reverence. In their eyes, only one thought remained: to avoid Wang Ritain, to stay as far away from him as possible. They knew that with their own strength, encountering Wang Ritain would only mean certain death.

Wang Ritain slowly walked through the corpses littering the ground, his gaze fixed in the direction of the Xuanyuan Family, a cold killing intent flashing in his eyes. "Xuanyuan Family, you just wait. I will make you pay a heavy price!" he muttered to himself. Then, he sheathed his long saber and strode away. His figure, silhouetted against the setting sun, appeared exceptionally solitary, yet exuded an irresistible power.

After Wang Ritain left, the martial artists finally came back to their senses. They let out a collective sigh of relief, as if they had just emerged from a nightmare. "This Wang Ritain's demonic might is too overwhelming! The martial artists of all North Liang probably won't dare to provoke him anymore," an old man lamented, his eyes filled with helplessness and awe.

Meanwhile, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, along with a group of retainers, had been waiting for Wang Shengwu and the others to return. However, as time ticked by, Wang Shengwu and his group never reappeared. A vague sense of foreboding began to stir in Xuanyuan Qingfeng's heart.

"Let's go, we'll search in the direction they left," Xuanyuan Qingfeng said to the retainers beside her, her brow furrowed. The retainers nodded in agreement and then followed in the direction Wang Shengwu's group had departed.

Not long after, they saw the corpses of Wang Shengwu and several peak Great Grandmaster retainers. They lay scattered in pools of blood, their deaths gruesome, all killed with a single blow. Xuanyuan Qingfeng was greatly shocked, her face instantly turning as pale as paper.

"Wh-what happened?" one retainer asked tremblingly, his voice filled with fear.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng remained silent, her eyes filled with shock and disbelief. She could never have imagined that a heavily injured Wang Ritain would be so terrifying, easily slaying Wang Shengwu, a Vajra Realm expert, and several peak Great Grandmaster retainers.

"Miss Qingfeng, what should we do now?" another retainer asked, his eyes filled with confusion.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. "Let's return to Huishan first. Only the Ancestor can resolve this matter."