Today, I'll Make a Name for Myself with Your Head!

Today, I'll Make a Name for Myself with Your Head!

Xuanyuan Jingyi stared at the corpses of the Xuanyuan Family's retainers strewn across the ground, their blood pooling into a stream.

His gaze swept onward and fell upon the family disciples' bodies, sprawled in disarray. In an instant, the rage in his heart erupted. These retainers had been gathered only after the family spent enormous effort and resources and overcame countless difficulties. Now, Wang Ritain had slaughtered every last one of them. What would become of the family's honor? If word of this disgrace spread, the Xuanyuan Family would become a laughingstock throughout the martial world!

"Wang Ritain! You wretch!"

Xuanyuan Jingyi's furious roar seemed to shake the heavens. The qi within him poured out wildly, beyond his control.

His eyes bulged as he fixed Wang Ritain with a murderous stare, as if he wanted to tear him apart and devour him alive.

Wang Ritain slowly turned around. Blood dripped from the long blade in his hand, splattering into tiny blossoms on the ground. He looked at Xuanyuan Jingyi with a mocking smile and said coldly, "The Xuanyuan Family? Hmph. It's been rotten to the core for ages! You beat the young ones, and the old ones come after you. That's all you've got!"

As one of the Xuanyuan Family's leaders, Xuanyuan Jingyi was usually high and mighty. When had he ever suffered such mockery? His face turned livid in an instant, as if covered in frost. "You... you insolent fool!" he roared. The aura around him surged, and he unleashed the full might of a peak Great Grandmaster. In an instant, howling winds kicked up flying sand and stones, and the trees around them bent beneath his overwhelming presence.

The family disciples behind him were stunned. They had never seen Xuanyuan Jingyi this furious, nor imagined that his strength could be so terrifying. Some privately speculated that he must have reached the threshold of the Vajra Realm. Such strength was among the finest in the martial world. Everyone watched with eager anticipation, certain that Xuanyuan Jingyi would execute Wang Ritain, the family's rebellious traitor, and wipe away their shame.

Xuanyuan Jingyi stepped forward. The ground beneath his foot instantly split apart, cracks spreading in every direction like a spiderweb. He raised his right palm high, gathering qi until a massive sphere of energy formed in it, radiating a heart-stopping light. "Die!" he roared, bringing his palm down on Wang Ritain like a mountain. The strike held all his fury and strength. The air compressed around it with a humming roar, as if the whole world trembled beneath his palm.

Wang Ritain, however, remained remarkably calm. He simply gripped the scabbard in his hand and gently thrust it forward. Though the motion seemed casual, it held boundless force. The moment the scabbard met Xuanyuan Jingyi's palm, time seemed to stop. Then a deafening boom rang out, and a powerful shock wave burst from the two of them, sweeping across the area. Xuanyuan Jingyi felt an overwhelming force bearing down on him. Before he could react, he was hurled backward like a kite with its strings cut.

"Pff!" Xuanyuan Jingyi spat blood into the air before crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust. He struggled to get up, only to find the qi within him surging chaotically like a raging river. He stared at Wang Ritain in disbelief and terror. "Th-this is impossible! What... what kind of monster are you?"

Just then, a hurried rush of footsteps approached. The Xuanyuan Family's enforcement team had arrived. It was made up of veteran family experts, all battle-hardened fighters. Most were Grandmasters, while several of their leaders were Great Grandmasters. Among them was even a late-stage Great Grandmaster, a peerless powerhouse.

A glimmer of hope appeared in Xuanyuan Jingyi's eyes when he saw the enforcement team. Enduring his injuries, he shouted an order: "Kill him! Tear that traitor to pieces!" The team members answered in unison. Their auras surged, and their qi poured out like a violent tide, shrouding the whole area in its overwhelming force.

Wang Ritain showed no fear. He strode steadily toward the enforcement team, one step at a time. Every step seemed to land on the hearts of those watching, making the family disciples in the distance tremble with fear. Their dread of Wang Ritain grew stronger. Now, they could only place all their hopes in the enforcement team and Xuanyuan Jingyi, praying they would deal with the terrifying demon.

The blade intent around Wang Ritain suddenly surged, blazing fiercely. It radiated a chilling aura, like the power of a demon god from the deepest pits of hell. In the blink of an eye, it enveloped the entire area, lowering the temperature by several degrees. Everyone felt the oppressive force, as if an invisible mountain weighed on their chests and left them gasping for breath.

The enforcement team's experts exchanged glances, determination flashing in their eyes. They knew how terrifying Wang Ritain was; without joining forces, they had no chance of standing against him. They drew on the qi within their bodies and combined it. In moments, their vast reserves of qi had gathered into a mighty force, blazing with a dazzling light as it surged toward Wang Ritain. The attack had enough power to level a small mountain.

Wang Ritain remained impassive as he watched the rushing qi. He softly uttered three words: "Sixth Blade." As soon as he spoke, he swung his long blade, sending a black arc of sword light cutting through the air. The strike seemed to hold the power to split open heaven and earth. Wherever it passed, the surrounding qi shattered like glass with a crisp crack.

Boom! Wang Ritain's blade light collided with the qi gathered by the enforcement team. A flash of light burst forth, and the immense force blasted a huge crater into the ground. Dozens of enforcement team members seemed to be struck by an invisible sledgehammer. They groaned, blood pouring from their eyes, ears, noses, and mouths as they flew backward like puppets with their strings cut. They crashed to the ground, gravely wounded and groaning in pain.

The Seven Demonic Blades grew more powerful with each strike. The sixth blade's power already came infinitely close to the Three Shattered Realms. Faced with such terrifying force, the enforcement team's experts stood no chance.

Wang Ritain didn't pause. A look of resolve flashed in his eyes as he raised his long blade once more. "The final blade!" he roared. A massive, pitch-black arc of blade light swept out like a black sun. This strike held all his strength and killing intent, as if it would destroy the entire world. Even a newly advanced Vajra Realm expert would have to give it their all to withstand this blow. The gravely wounded members of the enforcement team had no way to resist.

Xuanyuan Jingyi's face turned deathly pale at the sight of that strike. He knew how powerful it was. If it hit him, he would die without a doubt. To withstand it, he gritted his teeth and forced the cultivation technique within him to circulate, trying to break through to the Vajra Realm. At the brink of life and death, he unleashed every last bit of his potential. At last, just as the blade light was about to reach him, he broke through and entered the Vajra Realm.

"Hmph!" Xuanyuan Jingyi roared and thrust both palms forward, unleashing his strongest attack. Qi gathered in his palms, forming two enormous hands that met Wang Ritain's blade light head-on.

Boom! The blade light collided with the palms in an earth-shaking blast. When the light faded, a vast, bottomless crater had appeared in the ground. All that remained of the enforcement team were severed limbs and shattered bodies strewn across the ground, not one of them breathing. Xuanyuan Jingyi lay at the crater's edge, not a single part of him uninjured. His bones were all broken, and blood stained the earth around him. Only the powerful physique of the Vajra Realm had kept him barely alive.

The family disciples in the distance stared in stunned silence. They couldn't believe that Xuanyuan Jingyi, a mighty Vajra Realm expert, and the family's elite enforcement team couldn't even withstand two of Wang Ritain's strikes. Terror spread through their hearts like a rising tide, and every one of them trembled uncontrollably.

Wang Ritain slowly walked up to Xuanyuan Jingyi and looked down at him, lying on the ground and barely clinging to life. A cold smile crossed his face. "Today, I'll make a name for myself with your head!" he said coldly, raising his long blade high.

"No!" Xuanyuan Jingyi let out a desperate roar, but his voice was pitifully faint. Wang Ritain didn't hesitate. His blade flashed down, and Xuanyuan Jingyi's head flew into the air as blood gushed forth.

The sight made the other family disciples' scalps crawl. At last, they fully understood that Wang Ritain was no longer the weak, timid retainer they could bully at will. He was a fearsome demon god. Now, a thick stench of blood hung around him.