The Commotion a Few Days Ago? It was Just Master Teaching Me, This Dull Disciple!

Ao Cheng Manor.

In front of the hall, Ao Cheng Nan and the other two stared fixedly at Xiao Huohuo, their gazes grim.

The youngster's strength had far surpassed their imaginations.

Even Liu Cheng, the Houtian mid-stage martial artist they had invited, was tightly gripping his sword at this moment, his expression a mixture of shock and uncertainty.

He thought inwardly with indignation:

"If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have been so foolish and agreed to that old scoundrel Ao Cheng Nan."

"Where did this youngster come from, to be such a genius?"

"Judging by his bone structure, he's only a little over sixteen years old and has already reached this level."

Liu Cheng let out a sigh of regret.

Having wandered the jianghu for so many years, the one thing he understood most clearly was that it was better to offend anyone else than to anger a martial arts genius with terrifying talent.

If you offended one, you had to kill them immediately, or you would never know peace.

After all, the thought of a terrifyingly talented martial cultivator hiding in the shadows, waiting for the day to seek revenge, was enough to drive anyone mad.

This fear constantly gnawed at his mind, unbearable for anyone.

Liu Cheng had crossed paths with many geniuses before, and he had killed them all.

But this one before him was different.

A genius who hadn't even fully grown yet could already suppress him and two early Houtian stage cultivators working together.

If he were given more time, what then?

However, they couldn't defeat him now, and they had no path of retreat.

They were truly in a predicament.

What Liu Cheng was thinking, Ao Cheng Nan also understood.

The old man, usually kind-faced, stared intently at Xiao Huohuo and said grimly:

"If you had brought Xiao Zhan today, I might have had no other choice."

"Unfortunately, you are too arrogant."

Suddenly, his voice rose in anger. He turned to the many high-level members of the Ao Cheng Family behind him and said:

"All first-rate martial artists of the Ao Cheng Family, heed my command! I, Ao Cheng Nan, in the name of the First Elder of Ao Cheng, order you to immediately draw your swords and join the battle."

"If I find anyone cowardly and unwilling to fight, they will all be executed afterward and their bodies left to rot on the city walls!"

Upon hearing this, the Ao Cheng Family high-level members who had been hiding in the hall watching the show hesitated for a moment before drawing their swords and coming to stand behind Ao Cheng Nan.

Looking at their numbers, there were over ten of them!

Liu Qing also breathed a sigh of relief and sneered:

"Youngster, your strength is great, but you are only a late Houtian stage martial artist. You can't possibly withstand so many first-rate experts fighting with their lives on the line."

"Today, you will remain here forever."

Several dark shadows immediately surrounded Xiao Huohuo from behind, blocking his retreat.

Xiao Huohuo, who had been somewhat playful towards the Ao Cheng Family members moments ago, finally showed a solemn expression on his face.

He hadn't expected that a moment of carelessness, not pursuing those three, would lead to this situation.

Before he could think further, a silent cold light, like lightning, struck towards him.

Fortunately, the spiritual power in the air trembled, allowing him to sense the movement in advance.

He suddenly dodged to the side, evading the sword strike, and leaped backward. As Xiao Huohuo's figure was still suspended in mid-air, over ten cold lights simultaneously whistled towards him.

Hovering in the air, Xiao Huohuo's heart leaped. He pushed his fingers together, and spiritual power surged out like a massive stone, knocking away the incoming arrows.

As soon as he landed, a dark shadow appeared behind him like a ghost, and a sinister laugh echoed:

"Youngster, die!"

A dagger pierced the wind and stabbed towards him.

Xiao Huohuo cried out in alarm and once again repelled Ao Cheng Nan with a palm strike.

In a flash, Xiao Huohuo's figure weaved and dodged among the crowd several times.

However, the three Houtian realm martial artists, along with the Ao Cheng Family's first-rate martial artists, gave him no respite.

Their attacks came wave after wave, from all directions, leaving no openings.

Under such dense and high-intensity attacks, Xiao Huohuo was overwhelmed and immediately showed a flaw in his defense.

At this moment, eight cold lights struck from multiple directions simultaneously.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge them all, Xiao Huohuo suddenly stopped his movement, gritted his teeth, hardened his heart, and forcefully pushed out half of his spiritual energy.

Boom!

Over ten first-rate experts from the Ao Cheng Family were sent flying by the airwaves caused by the spiritual energy, crashing more than twenty meters away. Even the three masters retreated a dozen steps in shock.

However, a group of first-rate experts crawled up from the ground. Ao Cheng Nan and the other three masters also stabilized their auras, looking at Xiao Huohuo with sinister smiles.

Xiao Huohuo was impaled by eight arrows like a hedgehog. The release of spiritual energy just now had also left him exhausted.

Seeing Xiao Huohuo's aura finally weaken, Ao Cheng Nan grinned sinisterly and said:

"Kid, I told you, you're going to die here."

"Tomorrow, let Xiao Zhan come to collect your corpse."

He roared loudly:

"While he's sick, take his life!"

"All of you, attack! Kill this kid, and whoever takes his head will be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold!"

As his voice fell, the first-rate experts acted as if they had been injected with adrenaline, charging at Xiao Huohuo with their swords.

The movements of the three masters also did not pause in the slightest, their fists, claws, and swords breaking through the wind.

Xiao Huohuo glanced around. In his tired eyes, a glimmer of light suddenly flashed.

Facing the oncoming torrent of people, he was unhurried. First, he took a deep breath.

Then, he closed his eyes, his lips moved slightly, and he silently recited his mind technique. All his spiritual energy flowed towards his fingertips.

Ao Cheng Nan, who was rapidly approaching, saw this and revealed a sinister smile.

Liu Cheng also finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This kid has finally given up and is waiting to die.

But before the killing moves of everyone could land, the smiles on their faces froze at this moment.

Xiao Huohuo, still looking exhausted, suddenly raised his head and pointed a finger at the sky.

A red light on his index fingertip merged into the sky.

Suddenly, a strange phenomenon occurred in mid-air.

Terrifying winds converged, and in an instant, they condensed into the shape of half a giant finger.

This sudden scene attracted the attention of Ao Cheng Nan and the others, and their movements slowed considerably.

Ao Cheng Nan stopped, his eyes wide as he stared at the half-giant finger in the sky. His chest heaved, and he asked in disbelief and terror:

"The finger that appeared in Dongli City a few days ago, what does it have to do with you!"

The finger condensed by Xiao Huohuo in the sky was exactly the same as the one that had appeared in the sky above Dongli City before, only its scale was several times smaller.

Even so, it was hard to accept.

Hearing Ao Cheng Nan's terrified questioning, Xiao Huohuo's face showed a smile, and he said proudly:

"That was my Master teaching me, his dull disciple, immortal law!"

As he spoke, everyone felt as if struck by lightning, their faces turning pale.

Xiao Huohuo's actions did not stop. He suddenly pointed his fingertip downwards, his childish voice echoing throughout the hall:

"Great Desolation Prison Heaven Finger!"

"Half a finger, shakes the heavens and earth!"