No One Survives!

No One Survives!

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

Inside the teahouse, the owner was so frightened that his face had gone deathly pale. He huddled in a corner, trembling all over. The martial artists who had come hoping to catch a glimpse of the excitement were now dumbstruck by the horrifying sight of Wang Ritain killing Wang Shengwu.

Rumors about Wang Ritain had already swept through the martial world like a gale, and everyone had heard of his strength. Yet seeing him kill a Vajra Realm expert like Wang Shengwu with such ease had shaken them far more than they could have imagined. The Grandmaster-level martial artists present had naively believed that, even if Wang Ritain was powerful, his serious injuries meant he could never stand against Wang Shengwu. But reality had slapped them hard across the face. In Wang Ritain's hands, Wang Shengwu had been like a lamb led to slaughter. A single move had sent him to his grave. The sight chilled everyone to the bone, as if a wave of cold had shot from their feet to the tops of their heads.

"Th-this Wang Ritain's strength is terrifying!"

"That's right. I'm afraid only a Heavenly Phenomenon Realm expert could subdue him." An elderly man beside them spoke with a grave expression.

The crowd chimed in one after another, voicing their awe of Wang Ritain. Their voices were filled with fear and shock, as if Wang Ritain were a demon god from the depths of hell, too terrifying to look at directly.

Wang Ritain slowly crouched and picked up a teacup from the ground, draining the tea that remained. Then he drew his long saber and gently wiped the blood from it on Wang Shengwu's clothes. He moved with calm composure, as if the person he had just killed were nothing more than an insignificant ant. After cleaning his blade, he rose and swept his gaze over the crowd. "You lot are retainers. If you're not afraid to die, don't blame me for showing no mercy."

The few retainers who had come with Wang Shengwu tensed at Wang Ritain's words. They realized he was about to make a move against them. Fear showed on their faces, but even more than that, they felt indignation. They thought that no matter how strong Wang Ritain was, he was seriously injured now. How much could he really do?

"Hmph! Wang Ritain, don't get too cocky! You think you're invincible?" A retainer who looked like a Great Grandmaster glared at him and shouted. His voice quavered slightly, revealing how frightened he was, but he had to put on a brave face to save his pride.

"Exactly! There are so many of us. Why should we fear one injured man?" another retainer chimed in, gripping his weapon tightly. A grim resolve showed in his eyes.

These retainers were all peak Great Grandmasters, figures of some renown in the martial world. They exchanged glances, a vicious glint flashing in their eyes. Then they simultaneously circulated their true qi, unleashing a mighty surge that swept through the teahouse. Tables and chairs flew, and dust billowed everywhere.

Wang Ritain stood at the center of the qi vortex, his robes fluttering wildly in the wind, like a demon god descended upon the world. Yet his body stood firm as a towering mountain, unmoving. The retainers' qi had no effect on him at all. The retainers were shocked, but they did not retreat. Instead, they attacked with even greater desperation.

One of the retainers suddenly let out a furious shout. His blood and qi surged, and a dazzling red glow appeared over his palms. "Blazing Sun Palm!" he roared, sending his palm force surging toward Wang Ritain like a raging tide. This strike contained all his strength and was astonishingly powerful. The air warped and shimmered wherever it passed, as if scorched by flames.

The other retainers were no less eager. They unleashed their signature techniques one after another. For a moment, blades flashed and swords glinted as attacks rained down on Wang Ritain. Their eyes brimmed with murderous intent, as if they meant to tear him limb from limb.

Wang Ritain looked at the attacks before him and gave a scornful sneer. "You're asking for death!" he said coldly. As soon as the words left his mouth, a fierce aura erupted around him. It burst outward like a bomb, and its tremendous force shook the ground for dozens of meters around him, sinking it three inches. Several retainers were sent flying by the blast. They arced through the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

Wang Ritain didn't pause. He thrust out both palms, sending two streams of Three Points Return to Origin Qi after the retainers he had flung away, like a pair of dragons. The retainers quickly circulated their protective true qi, trying to withstand the attack. But before Wang Ritain's energy, their defenses were as fragile as paper. With several wet thuds, bowl-sized holes appeared in their chests, and blood gushed out. In the blink of an eye, they were all dead, their bodies strewn haphazardly across the ground.

The horrifying scene left everyone around them cold from head to toe, their hearts filled with fear. They had never seen such a terrifying technique. In their eyes, Wang Ritain was no longer a man, but a fearsome demon god.

"Th-this Wang Ritain's methods are far too ruthless!"

"Exactly. With strength that terrifying, we must never provoke him."

The crowd began talking among themselves, their voices filled with fear and awe. Only one thought remained in their minds: stay away from Wang Ritain, as far away as possible. They knew that with their own strength, encountering him meant certain death.

Wang Ritain slowly walked through the bodies covering the ground. His gaze turned toward the Xuanyuan Family, a cold killing intent flickering in his eyes. "Xuanyuan Family, just you wait. I'll make you pay dearly!" he muttered. Then he sheathed his long saber and strode away. In the light of the setting sun, his figure looked especially lonely, yet it was filled with an irresistible strength.

Only after Wang Ritain had left did the martial artists come back to their senses. They let out long breaths, as though they had just lived through a nightmare. "Wang Ritain's fearsome reputation is far too great! I'm afraid no one in all of Northern Liang's martial world will dare provoke him now," an old man said with a sigh, his eyes full of helplessness and awe.

Meanwhile, Xuanyuan Qingfeng and a group of retainers had been waiting in the same place for Wang Shengwu and the others to return. But minute after minute passed, and they still did not appear. Xuanyuan Qingfeng began to sense that something was wrong.

"Come on. Let's follow the direction they went and look for them," Xuanyuan Qingfeng said, frowning at the retainers beside her. They nodded, and then headed after Wang Shengwu and the others.

Before long, they found the bodies of Wang Shengwu and several peak Great Grandmaster retainers. They lay haphazardly in pools of blood, their deaths gruesome, every one of them killed with a single strike. Xuanyuan Qingfeng was stunned. Her face instantly turned as pale as paper.

"Wh-what happened here?" one of the retainers asked shakily, his voice full of fear.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng said nothing. Her eyes were filled with shock and disbelief. She had never imagined that Wang Ritain would be so terrifying despite his serious injuries—that he could so easily kill both Wang Shengwu, a Vajra Realm expert, and several peak Great Grandmasters.

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

Xuanyuan Qingfeng took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. "We'll return to Huishan first. Only the Old Ancestor can deal with this."