Peak Martial Arts Hall's Dominance!

Boom!!!

Chen Haidong's body crashed into the Wilderness thousands of meters away like a meteor, blasting open a massive crater over fifty meters across as dust and debris soared into the sky!

He lay at the bottom of the crater, covered in blood, his breath feeble to the extreme. Nothing remained in his eyes but boundless terror and despair.

With just one palm strike, he, a Fifth Tier powerhouse, had been defeated—defeated so thoroughly, so utterly without suspense! The gap between the Sixth Tier and the Fifth Tier truly was as vast as heaven and earth!

Xiao Wuhen withdrew his hand as though he had merely swatted away a fly.

He did not even spare Chen Haidong, whose fate at the bottom of the distant crater was unknown, a glance. Instead, he shifted his gaze back to Gao Bancheng below and not far away.

The latter did not seem panicked in the slightest, even after witnessing Chen Haidong's defeat.

A Sixth Tier powerhouse!

It was not as if the Gao Household did not have one!

Gao Bancheng had never suffered the slightest loss since childhood. He felt that Peak Martial Arts Hall should give the Gao Household some face as well.

"Senior, this junior is Gao Bancheng... Lin Ming was invited by my Gao Household first. I hope Senior can give us some face and let the Gao Household have Lin Ming?"

Gao Bancheng spoke with complete confidence, while the two guards' eyes went wide.

Young Master, stop talking!

"What did you say?"

Xiao Wuhen raised an eyebrow slightly.

"I said, give the Gao Household some face... That would be good for everyone!"

Yet Xiao Wuhen merely glanced at him indifferently, his gaze like that directed at an ant.

"What is the Gao Household... that it deserves Peak Martial Arts Hall giving it face!"

A cold curve lifted at Xiao Wuhen's lips.

"I think Peak Martial Arts Hall has kept its fangs hidden for too long... Now every stray cat and dog expects us to give them face!"

"Uh..."

Gao Bancheng's face turned ashen. This wasn't right!

"Too noisy." Xiao Wuhen interrupted him, a flicker of impatience passing through his eyes.

He raised his hand again and flicked a finger at Gao Bancheng.

An incomparably condensed silver finger force appeared before Gao Bancheng's brow as though it had teleported.

"NO!!!" The terror on Gao Bancheng's face instantly froze, turning into boundless despair.

The two gray-robed elders beside him were enraged, their eyes nearly splitting apart. They wanted to rescue him, but the terrifying pressure of a Sixth Tier powerhouse had them firmly locked down. Moving even a finger was difficult, and they could only watch helplessly.

A faint sound rang out.

Gao Bancheng was crippled outright, his fate unknown!

His eyes were filled with disbelief. He was the Gao Household's direct descendant! East Forest Base City's "Half City"! The other party... actually dared to kill him? Just because he had said a few extra words?

"Young Master!!" The two gray-robed elders let out mournful roars. Their eyes were bloodshot with bone-deep hatred as they glared fixedly at Xiao Wuhen.

Xiao Wuhen did not even look at them. He merely left behind a single indifferent sentence:

"If there's a problem, have his father, Gao Fuhai, come find me directly."

"What is he, that he wants Peak Martial Arts Hall to give him face?"

His tone was calm, yet incomparably domineering, carrying an aloof indifference that looked down upon the world.

Having said that, he ignored the two gray-robed elders, who stood like statues, furious yet afraid to speak and not even daring to reveal too much hatred. He also ignored Chen Haidong, whose fate in the distant crater was unknown, and Xia He, who had already been frightened senseless.

He turned and looked at Lin Ming, who had remained silent from beginning to end and merely watched everything quietly.

"Come with me."

There was no question, no explanation—only three words carrying an unquestionable command.

Lin Ming looked at the powerful, roguish young man before him, whose actions had been tyrannical beyond all bounds. Then he looked at Gao Bancheng's corpse on the ground, rapidly growing cold, and at the enormous crater in the distance where the dust had yet to settle. His heart could not help but stir.

This is Peak Martial Arts Hall? This is what a true powerhouse is like?

As expected... domineering.

He did not hesitate. He nodded and lifted the Silver Frost Spear, which was still dripping blood.

"Alright."

Without another word, Lin Ming stepped forward and followed behind Xiao Wuhen.

Xia He instinctively wanted to follow, but a cold glance from Xiao Wuhen made her freeze in place. She did not dare move and could only watch as the two figures, one ahead and one behind, walked toward the depths of the Wilderness as if taking a leisurely stroll. Before long, they vanished beyond the horizon.

All that remained on the Wilderness were corpses, blood, devastation, several disheartened survivors, and the distant clamor of the base city, faintly drifting over as though it had never ceased.

A bloody storm that had swept across South River and East Forest Base Cities, involving the Chen Household, the Gao Household, the Life Technology Research Institute, and countless bounty hunters, seemed to have temporarily come to an end in such an abrupt and domineering fashion.

But everyone knew that this was far from over.

On the ancient wilderness road leading to South River Base City, two figures walked at an unhurried pace.

At the front was Xiao Wuhen, dressed in silver-white and carrying himself with ease. Behind him was Lin Ming, covered in blood and silent. A few steps separated them, and the atmosphere was strangely quiet.

There was only the sound of footsteps and the wind in the Wilderness.

Xiao Wuhen seemed to enjoy the silence. A teasing smile remained on his lips as he occasionally glanced from the corner of his eye at the young man behind him, steady as a boulder.

He was very curious about what was going through the mind of this kid, who had still dared to point his spear at a direct descendant of the Gao Household in a desperate situation, who had not shown the slightest excitement toward his suddenly appearing "savior," and who had not even offered a word of thanks.

In the end, he was the first to lose patience.

"You don't have anything you want to ask?" Xiao Wuhen stopped, turned around, folded his arms, and gave Lin Ming a sidelong look.

Lin Ming stopped as well. He raised his head to meet Xiao Wuhen's probing gaze. Blood and dust still stained his face, but his eyes were clear and calm, like two deep pools.

He looked at Xiao Wuhen for several seconds before slowly speaking, asking a question that even made Xiao Wuhen pause slightly.

"Has Peak Martial Arts Hall always been this domineering?"

He did not ask, "Who are you?" He did not ask, "Why did you save me?" He did not ask, "What are your conditions?" He did not even ask, "Where are we going?"

He only asked whether Peak Martial Arts Hall had always been so domineering.

Xiao Wuhen froze for a moment. Then, as if he had heard an incredibly amusing joke, he suddenly threw back his head and burst into hearty laughter.

"Hahahahaha! Interesting! Too interesting!" Xiao Wuhen laughed until tears nearly came out. Pointing at Lin Ming, he shook his head.

"Domineering? Kid, do you have some misunderstanding about the word 'domineering'?"

His smile faded, but the amusement and appreciation in his eyes grew even stronger.

He stepped forward and moved close to Lin Ming. They stood so near that they could almost feel each other's breath. Xiao Wuhen's deep, peach-blossom eyes stared tightly into Lin Ming's as he spoke each word clearly.

"What I did just now was merely clear away a few bothersome flies and crush a stone blocking the road."

"This isn't called domineering."

He paused, the curve of his lips becoming even more roguish and arrogant. His voice was not loud, yet it seemed to carry a sharpness capable of tearing apart the sky.

"This is called—"

"Rules."