Slaying the Pang Family Head, Setting Out for Qing Province

He stared at Su Yueli, greed nearly spilling from his eyes. "Su Yueli, I admit you are indeed somewhat strange..."

"How about this? As long as you hand over the secret from the forbidden ground that has kept your beauty from fading, I can make the decision to wipe clean all past grudges between the Pang Family and you. I will no longer pursue Lei'er's death either."

Su Yueli directly let out a scornful laugh.

What vengeance for a slain son? What aristocratic family dignity? Before immortality and eternal youth, it was all nothing but a joke.

Sure enough, there was no such thing as an irreconcilable blood feud in this world. In the end, it was merely that the stakes placed on the table were not high enough.

As long as the price was right, even one's own son's life could be put up for sale with a clearly marked price.

"Pang Family Head, if your dead son knew in the underworld that his own father had used his life as a bargaining chip for immortality, he would probably be so furious he'd flip open his coffin lid on the spot." Su Yueli rubbed her wrist, her mockery turned all the way up.

Pang Jinbiao's face instantly darkened, and he flew into a rage out of humiliation. "You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit! Attack! Cripple all four of her limbs, but leave her alive!"

The moment his words fell, the three Seventh Realm elders and one trusted subordinate behind him let out low roars and sprang into action at once.

Four immense waves of Seventh Realm blood vitality bore down like mountains toppling and seas overturning, instantly sealing off every route of retreat available to Su Yueli.

Four Seventh Realm grandmasters joining forces would indeed have been a certain death trap for Su Yueli thirty-five years ago.

But now?

Facing the four charging at her to kill, Su Yueli stood where she was and narrowed her eyes.

Only when the force of their fists had completely torn through the air and closed in on her face did she finally throw a punch forward.

Mountain Splitter.

Boom!

The utterly pure blood vitality of a Tenth Realm Martial God erupted with a crash, requiring no flashy techniques whatsoever.

The two Seventh Realm elders at the front screamed as their protective blood vitality collapsed instantly like paper mache. Their bodies were shaken into a sky full of bloody mist on the spot by the overwhelming Inch Force.

The two behind them were directly swept by the violent shockwave and sent flying like broken stalks of straw. Every bone in their bodies shattered into pulp, and they died on the spot.

One punch, four Seventh Realm experts killed instantly.

The rubble-strewn plaza fell into deathly silence.

Pang Jinbiao was completely dumbfounded. The savage grin that had proclaimed victory was frozen directly on his aged face.

"You... you're actually Ninth Realm? No, impossible! Killing four Seventh Realm experts with one punch—could it be that you're a Tenth Realm Martial God?!"

Pang Jinbiao shook his head wildly, a trace of fear seeping into his voice. "That is absolutely impossible! Thirty-five years ago, you were at most twenty years old! Throughout thousands of years of mortal Martial Dao, how could there be such a young Martial God?!"

Yet the cruel reality left him no choice but to believe it.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

Seeing that there was no way back, Pang Jinbiao gritted his teeth, a flash of resolve passing through his eyes.

He suddenly reached out and drew a golden longsaber radiating chilling pressure from the black cloth on his back.

This was the foundation passed down through generations of the Pang Family—a Heaven-Tier Lower-Grade Divine Weapon!

"Die!"

The blood vitality of his peak Ninth Realm cultivation poured into the golden saber without reservation. Pang Jinbiao gripped it with both hands and slashed viciously at Su Yueli with the conviction to kill.

This strike was enough to cleave an entire small mountain apart.

Su Yueli's expression remained calm, and she even found it somewhat dull.

Under Pang Jinbiao's horrified gaze, Su Yueli raised her right hand. The right hand wearing Little Black formed into a blade with two fingers, then swept toward the descending golden saber.

Clang!

A Heaven-Tier Mid-Grade weapon against a Heaven-Tier Lower-Grade weapon—the outcome held no suspense.

A crisp explosion rang out. The golden saber passed down by the Pang Family for a hundred years exploded the instant it collided, becoming countless golden fragments that scattered in every direction.

"What?!"

Pang Jinbiao spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body seeming as though it had been struck by lightning.

Before he could react, Su Yueli's fist blade, gleaming with dark golden light, had already slammed into his chest.

Crack!

Fully mastered Inch Force erupted instantly through Little Black.

As Pang Jinbiao's breastbone was pierced, his entire chest caved in. The meridians through more than half his body were shattered on the spot.

He flew backward and crashed against the stone wall, vomiting blood in great mouthfuls.

"Tenth Realm... it truly is a Tenth Realm Martial God... And the weapon in your hand is Heaven-Tier too, its grade even higher than mine..."

Pang Jinbiao's eyes were filled with terror and despair.

He had cultivated bitterly for most of his life, believing that entering the Ninth Realm meant reaching the pinnacle of the mortal world. Yet before the woman in front of him, he was as weak as a three-year-old child.

Run! He had to run!

Pang Jinbiao endured the agonizing pain, bit through his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of blood essence. He used a life-saving secret art and attempted to flee toward the Imperial City.

"Only thinking of leaving now? Isn't it a little late?"

Su Yueli's voice drifted eerily beside his ear.

Before Pang Jinbiao had even run a hundred meters, a cyan afterimage instantly blocked his path.

Su Yueli's gaze was cold as she threw a punch, the violent force directly blasting apart Pang Jinbiao's head.

The head of the Pang Family, one of the four great families of the Imperial City, had fallen.

Su Yueli withdrew her fist and glanced at the golden weapon fragments scattered across the ground. She shook her head helplessly. "What a pity about that Heaven-Tier weapon. It was destroyed outright. Little Black, you hit far too hard just now."

The fist blade on her right hand trembled lightly twice. The dark golden patterns flickered faintly, sending back a confused and innocent thought, as if saying: It was too brittle. Don't blame me.

Immediately afterward, the blood patterns on Little Black's surface began to wriggle once more.

Huff.

From the corpses of Pang Jinbiao and those Seventh Realm elders, vast amounts of dense blood vitality began to surge madly into Little Black.

Halfway through devouring them, Little Black seemed to recall something and sent Su Yueli a particularly ingratiating mental ripple.

It seemed to be saying, Boss, this Ninth Realm expert's blood vitality is a great tonic. Want a couple bites too?

The corner of Su Yueli's eye twitched. She gave the fist blade a displeased slap. "Get lost. Monster flesh is one thing, but I can't bring myself to eat human blood vitality. You eat it yourself."

Little Black did not get angry after taking the slap. Instead, it gave off cheerful humming sounds and began to feast wildly all by itself.

The blood vitality of one peak Ninth Realm expert along with four Seventh Realm grandmasters was an incredible tonic for a mortal weapon.

In only a short while, the corpses on the ground had completely turned into shriveled mummies.

Meanwhile, the dark golden radiance on Little Black solidified completely. Its Heaven-Tier Mid-Grade foundation became incomparably robust at that moment, growing considerably stronger, while its killing aura faintly seemed poised to break through to an even higher level.

"This time, you really ate your fill." Su Yueli looked at the spirited fist blade and laughed despite herself.

Little Black happily spun in her palm, showing just how pleased it was.

Su Yueli rubbed her wrist. With Pang Jinbiao dead, the Pang Family's high-level Martial Dao forces had been almost completely wiped out. For the time being, no one from the Imperial City should have the nerve to come trouble her again.

She had not returned in thirty-five years. She wondered what Azure Province City had become now.

Su Yueli delayed no longer. Activating her movement art, she instantly vanished into the mountains and set out for Azure Province City.

However, not long after Su Yueli left.

Within the shadow of an ancient tree towering beside the gate, space faintly distorted, and an inner palace guard dressed in a black robe slowly emerged.

There was not the slightest blood vitality fluctuation around him, yet he stood atop a flying sword emitting faint spiritual light. He was clearly an immortal cultivator.

At that moment, his eyes were full of undisguisable shock.

"A mortal Tenth Realm... a Martial God has emerged... She even shattered a Heaven-Tier weapon with a single punch..."

The black-robed guard sucked in a breath of cold air. Looking at the shriveled corpses on the ground, how could he dare remain where he was any longer?

He immediately formed a sword seal, transformed into a streak of escaping light, and flew toward the Great Li Imperial City.

Very soon, within a secret chamber deep in the imperial palace.

The Fourth Prince, Zhao Yan, who had been meditating in seclusion, slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the black-robed guard kneeling on one knee before him, he frowned slightly.

"Why are you in such a panic? Did I not tell you to keep watch over the Azure Cloud Ruins?"

The black-robed guard swallowed, his voice trembling. "Reporting to Your Highness the Fourth Prince... That woman, after thirty-five years, not only did she come out alive, but..."

"But just now at the ruins' entrance, she killed Ninth Realm Pang Jinbiao!"