Seeing Me Is the Limit of Your Power

Several days later, Su Heng and Xiao Li bid farewell to Nalan Yong and set out for Desert City.

Desert City was the closest city in the Jia Ma Empire to the Tagor Desert. The Jia Ma Empire operated air transport services there, and one could ride a Thick-Winged Bird to any city within the empire.

Once they entered Desert City, the Mo Family would have little chance to intercept and kill Su Heng along the way. Therefore, the final battle between the two sides would inevitably take place outside the city.

The nearest oasis beyond Desert City was the only possible location for an ambush.

"Scattered waterways, dense forests... truly a perfect place for an ambush and murder. I'm already curious who the Mo Family will send to kill me."

As they entered the oasis and Su Heng looked at the towering forest several meters high, he felt no nervousness whatsoever. Instead, he was rather expectant.

He was like a nouveau riche man who had just won a grand prize and was already considering how to spend the money.

Su Heng finally understood what it meant to hold victory in his grasp, and what it meant for seeing him to be the limit of one's power.

The group proceeded at an unhurried pace, calm and carefree. Even Xiao Li appeared exceptionally relaxed.

"It's about time. They should be here!"

Seeing that he was only a few hundred meters from leaving the oasis, Su Heng laughed and quickened his pace. The Mo Family's assassins arrived right on cue.

A sudden whistle tore through the air as dozens of black-clad figures darted out from every direction. In the blink of an eye, they had surrounded Su Heng and the others.

"This mountain was opened by me, this road—"

"Enough nonsense! Which one of the Mo Family are you? Since you're so eager to die, report your name. I'll let you die quickly!"

Before the other party had even finished half a sentence, Su Heng strode forward and cut him off.

At the same time, Su Heng swept his gaze across the entire scene as though looking at corpses. In his eyes, these people had been dead for a long time already.

There were twenty-eight assassins in total. Seven were Dou Masters, while the weakest among the remaining twenty-one was a Six-Star Dou Zhe. The Mo Family had truly spared no expense to kill Su Heng.

However, not one of them was a Da Dou Shi.

"What a pity... You people think you can kill me? If Da Dou Shi had come, I might've had a little trouble. Below Da Dou Shi, you're nothing but rabble, practically offering yourselves up for free. If you have any last words, I suggest you say them now."

Su Heng rolled his eyes, not taking them seriously in the slightest. It was as though he wasn't the one being intercepted, but rather the one intercepting others.

The assassins were all stunned by Su Heng's reaction. Their opponent seemed to have known they would appear, even knowing exactly which faction they belonged to.

The Mo Family's assassins were all dressed head to toe in black, their faces concealed. They had made no sound upon appearing. Only their leader had intended to disguise himself as a desert bandit, yet he had been exposed after only half a sentence.

A bone-chilling cold crept up the backs of the Mo Family assassins. Their opponent had clearly come prepared. Since the assassination had already failed, only one choice remained.

Several black-clad assassins turned to flee, only to be forcibly held in place by their leader's furious roar.

"This brat is just bluffing! What are you panicking for?"

Su Heng watched this leader, whose entire body was wrapped in black cloth, with interest. Was he clever or stupid?

After pondering for a moment, Su Heng reached a conclusion. This man was clever within limited bounds, but stupid overall.

"Brat, I never expected you to see through our identities. It seems I underestimated you. But the Nalan Clan at the border can't possibly help you. Your bluffing won't let you live any longer."

Seeing that concealing his identity was useless, the leader simply tore away the black cloth covering his face, revealing a fierce, rough middle-aged face.

"Su Heng, I am Mo Ran. Today, I'll let you die knowing why!"

Mo Ran shouted as earthy yellow Dou Qi swirled around him. He stepped forward and charged fiercely, like a tank barreling ahead, directly toward Su Heng.

"A Nine-Star Dou Master? What a pity you're not a Da Dou Shi. Even if you were, you'd still have only one ending today!"

Su Heng sneered. Qing Lin's lips moved slightly, and a mass of golden light suddenly erupted before her chest. Similar light reflected against it, making Mo Ran seem as insignificant as a firefly beside a bonfire.

Boom!

After the deafening blast, Mo Ran was struck by a colossal object several feet wide. Their violent collision triggered a sharp sonic boom.

Before this colossal creature, Mo Ran was like a ball swatted away, flying several zhang backward before crashing heavily into the ground. He smashed a pit more than a zhang wide into the hard road.

Amid the smoke and dust, a towering mountain-like figure emerged. Surging Dou Qi energy burst from its body, leaving everyone present horrified.

"It's a Third-tier Magical Beast!"

"No, we can't defeat it! Run, run!"

Looking at Mo Ran, who was covered in blood and sprawled in the dirt pit, the surrounding assassins had descended into utter panic. Many turned and ran without caring whether Mo Ran lived or died.

A Third-tier Magical Beast was equivalent to a human Da Dou Shi. They were merely Dou Zhes; fighting such an opponent to the death would leave them with no chance of survival.

Only then did they understand that Su Heng had not been bluffing. He truly had something to rely on.

"You want to leave? Did you ask me?"

Su Heng sneered at the cowardly lot. Then, he took two brown pellets from his robe and slowly plugged his ears. The others traveling with him followed suit.

Once everyone had plugged their ears, Su Heng raised his right palm toward the sky. A feathered arrow shot from the sleeve on his right arm, flew over the treetops, and burst into a cloud of vivid red mist.

As the mist appeared, the ground around them began to churn violently. Walls of sand rose from the earth around the road on all sides, trapping the Mo Family members within. Quite a few Mo Family disciples attempting to flee ran headfirst into the sand walls, leaving themselves dusty and disheveled.

Beyond the sand walls, the two Su Clan guards and three earth-element Dou Zhes from the Desert Iron Mercenary Group could vaguely be seen.

As the sand walls rose, the Rock-Scaled Rattlesnake before Su Heng made its move.

"Krrrraaa!"

A terrifying sound wave erupted from the center of the road. The sand walls and the oasis forest became a massive echo chamber, and the ear-piercing demonic sound reverberated repeatedly throughout the area.

Wherever the ripples of sound reached, all twenty-eight assassins began bleeding from their seven orifices and collapsed in agony within a single breath.

Meanwhile, Su Heng and the members of the Desert Iron Mercenary Group stood smiling amid the sound waves, completely unaffected.

The Rock-Scaled Rattlesnake's stone scales could resist its own sonic attacks. By grinding the stone particles from those scales into earplugs, then having the Rock-Scaled Rattlesnake appear at close range and launch its sonic attack—

Below Da Dou Shi, all were corpses!

Seeing all the assassins fall, Xiao Li swung his spear. Silver lightning flashed around his body as he flickered forward and charged into the slaughter.

They were the butchers, and their enemies were fish on the chopping block. This was a one-sided massacre.

Su Heng did not look at the Mo Family disciples who deserved their deaths. He walked straight toward Mo Ran, crouched beside him, and admired his dying struggle.

The Mo Family's past arrogance was still vivid in his mind. At last, he had vented his anger.

Mo Ran looked utterly pitiful now. Most of the bones in his body were broken, blood flowed backward through his organs, and his whole face was swollen blue-purple, like a freshly pulled-out pig's liver.

"Spare me... Spare me, sir... Please spare me..."

Mo Ran spat blood as he begged intermittently. Tears streaked down his pig-liver face, making him somewhat pitiful and somewhat ridiculous.

"If you were a mercenary hired to kill me, I might actually have spared you today for the sake of us having no grievance against each other. But unfortunately, you aren't. You're a member of the Mo Family."

"Our Su Clan and your Mo Family do have a grievance. Since you've fallen into my hands, go in peace."

Su Heng did not waste any more words on him. Gathering all his strength, he raised his palm and struck Mo Ran's crown. This Nine-Star Dou Master fell like a toppled bundle of straw. After a muffled thud, his head drooped, and he had no breath left.

To prevent any accidents, Su Heng did not dare let his guard down. He heavily struck Mo Ran's chest and throat twice more. Only after confirming he was thoroughly dead did he let out a long breath.

The noisy oasis soon returned to silence. None of the twenty-eight Mo Family disciples escaped; all were executed.

Looking at the seven Storage Rings that had been collected, Su Heng and Xiao Li could not suppress the smiles on their faces. Even the smallest of these Storage Rings had a capacity of three or four cubic meters. In other minor clans, only the clan head could possess such an item.

Su Heng impatiently opened Mo Ran's Storage Ring first. The old man was a Nine-Star Dou Master, so he surely had the most treasures!

Pale yellow Dou Qi slowly flowed into Mo Ran's black Storage Ring. Light flashed, and all the treasures within the ring spilled out in full view.

Two scrolls, three gourds containing first-grade pills, a white jade bottle filled with second-grade pills, nearly a hundred unknown medicinal herbs, and a blue-gold card holding fifty thousand gold coins.

On the Dou Qi Continent, gold coins existed as both physical currency and credit currency.

Otherwise, if a cultivation technique sold for three hundred thousand gold coins, it would weigh several tons if exchanged for physical gold. How could a single Storage Ring possibly hold it all?

The blue-gold card had carried Mo Ran's personal Dou Qi restriction. But now that Mo Ran was dead, the restriction had vanished, and the money belonged to Su Heng.

Su Heng deftly put the medicinal herbs and gold card back into the Storage Ring.

Mo Ran's Storage Ring had a capacity of ten cubic meters, the largest among them all. Once Su Heng became an Alchemist, it would be just right for him.

As for the two scrolls, Su Heng had no intention of giving them to anyone else this time.

That was because one was a mid-level Profound Tier earth-element cultivation technique, while the other was a low-level Profound Tier earth-element Dou Skill.

"Uncle Wen, both this cultivation technique and Dou Skill are Profound Tier earth-element arts, suitable for our Su Clan members to cultivate. Keep them safe and send them back to the clan for my father."

A mid-level Profound Tier cultivation technique could guarantee that a cultivator advanced to Da Dou Shi. Those with exceptional talent could even advance to Dou Ling.

The Su Clan had only produced high-star Dou Masters for decades because the cultivation techniques they practiced were truly too poor.

Now that they had this Profound Tier cultivation technique, every high-star Dou Master in the Su Clan could break through to Da Dou Shi. If the Mo Family wanted to target the Su Clan again, the difficulty would increase by several levels.

Su Wen stared blankly at the scrolls in his hands. These were Profound Tier cultivation techniques and Dou Skills. Having lived more than half his life, Su Wen had only ever glimpsed such things from afar at auctions. He had never dared imagine that he could truly possess Profound Tier cultivation techniques.

Looking at the young clan head before him, Su Wen's eyes brimmed with tears. The hardships and efforts of this journey had finally borne fruit.

At that moment, Su Wen believed that his young clan head would certainly lead the Su Clan to become the greatest clan in Salt City.

The cultivation techniques and medicinal herbs went to the Su Clan. Su Heng did not keep the rest for himself. As for the pills in Mo Ran's Storage Ring, Su Heng generously distributed them among the members of the Desert Iron Mercenary Group.

Even the second-grade pills were not withheld. Su Heng gave every one of them to Xiao Li.