Meanwhile.
Zhang Shiren, Xie Heng, and the other core members of the Xie family had just been deeply shaken by Mitsui Xiong's terrifying Batōjutsu. Now they were all utterly dumbfounded.
They each struggled to swallow, then exchanged glances and stared at one another in disbelief.
But soon, they couldn't help but grow alarmed.
Mitsui Xiong was their only hope. If even he was no match for Ning Wangshu, then what would become of them?
Zhang Shiren was especially worried.
Ning Wangshu had killed his son. Just now, he'd shown no mercy to Mitsui Xiong's men—or even to the bodyguards Zhang had called in earlier. He'd killed them all.
And Zhang had repeatedly threatened to kill Ning Wangshu, even to chop him to pieces and feed him to the dogs to avenge his son.
Given how vicious and merciless Ning Wangshu was, and the fact that they'd become irreconcilable enemies, it was easy to imagine what Ning Wangshu would do to him if Mitsui Xiong lost.
So Zhang Shiren was in a state of utter panic. As he swallowed nervously, he silently prayed, Mitsui Xiong, you have to hold on! Otherwise... otherwise, I'm completely finished!
Compared with the fear gripping Xie Heng, Zhang Shiren, and the others, Xie Ting was simply stunned.
She watched Ning Wangshu's calm, unruffled expression and murmured, "So this is the Number One Person in the Cultivation World? Damn... he's... he's incredible!"
"That blade just now was so terrifying, yet he destroyed it with just one finger!"
As she spoke, she glanced at the wreckage of furniture, ornaments, and floor tiles scattered everywhere, then drew a long breath.
Wang Zhiqiang seemed to hear her murmur. He smiled at her and said, "This is nothing. Compared with Brother Ning's true strength, it's not even the tip of the