“You’re a highly talented martial artist.”
In response to Xiao Qiang’s question, Mu Guofeng didn’t answer his question, instead, he made a seemingly non-sequitur remark.
“What do you mean?” Xiao Qiang has never had much patience for people who act like they’re superior.
Shrugging, Mu Guofeng said nonchalantly: “My master once told me, a lot of geniuses could rise to their potentials; they lack not opportunities, but time.
I didn’t quite understand what he meant at first.
But meeting you today, I think I’m getting it.
If it wasn’t for the fact that you nearly killed the last bloodline of my master’s family, I wouldn’t care much for that Zhang Ru, but the child in her womb is the last hope of Golden Family’s lineage.
We could have been good friends, I guess.
Alas, I need to kill you today!”
Xiao Qiang got the idea right away.
It turned out all this ruckus was about Zhang Ru.
He didn’t understand how the bastard in Zhang Ru’s belly, as Xiao Wen phrased it, suddenly came to be regarded as the heir to the Golden Family, but Xiao Qiang knew this was a situation of life or death.
Even an insect cherishes its life, let alone a human.
Anyone, when pushed to the edge, will rise to a desperate fury.
Although it may not necessarily change their destiny, at least they have resisted.
Looking at Xiao Qiang’s rising fighting spirit, Mu Guofeng laughed heartily.
His face, as calm as a middle-aged man’s, was flickering with jest and triumph under the lamplight of the room: “Everyone says geniuses are mighty.
But guess what, I’ve met countless geniuses like you.
You are at the peak of level nine, and you can beat a neophyte in the Innate Realm, so what?
I’ll still kill you!
Want to flaunt your genius at me?
I hate them geniuses the most!”
Xiao Qiang frowned.
The average martial artists struggled to become level nine masters to stand at the pinnacle of the secular world, while level nine masters sought to progress further to become innate power players to control their own life.
Innate power players, on the other hand, hoped they could comprehend the way of heaven and become immortal Cultivators.
The different thresholds and hurdles along the big way form various cities of different sizes, each with a unique experience that only the ones who’ve been through it would know.
As for the judgments of good and bad, probably no one could tell really.
Yet no matter the changes, there’s always a crowd striving to advance.
In the eyes of those in high positions, those who struggle to survive like ants are seen as risible.
In the eyes of Cultivators, the martial artists who fight for their lives are also ridiculed.
Xiao Qiang used to be one of them.
When he met a devout Buddhist one year, the Buddhist advised him to be kind.
In response, Xiao Qiang said: “Half of the world is laughing at the other half.
We’re all dumb actually.”
The might of the level nine masters is contemptuously dismissed by the common martial artists and an Innate Realm master wouldn’t even spare a thought for a level nine master.
The people above the Innate Realm have almost touched the path of the Cultivators and naturally they would think even less of a common Innate Realm master.
Therefore, Mu Guofeng, who had stepped one foot into the realm of the way of heaven, didn’t concern himself with Xiao Qiang at all, despite the latter’s decent talent.
What could the peak of level nine do?
What was it to defeat an Innate Realm novice at an advanced level?
He was an Innate Realm master.
Did he need to lift more than a finger to kill an ant like Xiao Qiang?
Geniuses deserve death!
Especially the capable ones.
It is the so-called geniuses who simplified cultivation to a certain extent.
When Mu Guofeng thought of the mountain that had pressed against him before, a flash of annoyance passed through his heart.
The reason he hadn’t been eager to kill Xiao Qiang was that he saw the shadow of that person in Xiao Qiang.
That person was also hailed as a genius.
Mu had spent decades reaching the Master of the Innate Realm, but it was not comparable to the person’s twenty years of hard cultivation to perfection, like a mountain pressing upon his heart.
Now seeing someone similar to that person, Mu Guofeng naturally had the intention to toy around.
Of course, the more this was the case, the more Xiao Qiang had to die!
Smiling at Xiao Qiang, Mu Guofeng said: “If you kneel down to me, maybe I’ll spare your life.”
Sighing, Xiao Qiang clutched the few charms in his hand, fixed his gaze firmly on Mu Guofeng, bit his teeth and said, “Just because you’re a Master in the Innate Realm, you think you’re the best martial artist in the world.
I might not be able to beat you today, but if I don’t make you suffer some losses, it would be a waste of my walk on this earth.”
Seeing that Xiao Qiang was ready for a life-and-death battle, Mu Guofeng wanted to laugh.
However, he found it strange that it was the first time he had seen anyone treat a flimsy piece of paper as a treasure and placed it close to their body.
Could it be that Xiao Qiang thought it was a charm for protection?
For Mu Guofeng, the Master in the Innate Realm, even if Xiao Qiang brought out a gun, he would not care.
The essence of martial arts is not just to knock down opponents, but also to enhance the physical limits.
Fighters in the Innate Realm are no longer susceptible to common firearms.
To kill the top power player in the Innate Realm, you would at least need some strategic weapons.
So in Mu Guofeng’s eyes, Xiao Qiang’s behavior at this moment was just like the last struggle of someone who had exhausted their skills, no need for worry.
He was calculating how long it would take to break this little fellow’s four limbs, then to torture him a little.
A powerful practitioner in the Innate Realm can use True Qi for attack.
Mu Guofeng was a master in the Innate Realm and the True Qi inside his body had reached a point where it could be directed outward to attack opponents, but due to Xiao Qiang’s low level of cultivation, in his view, he does not need to worry at all.
A smirk spread across his face, Mu Guofeng moved slightly and in the next moment, he appeared in front of Xiao Qiang.
Fingertips formed into a blade, targeting at his shoulder.
If this stroke hit, Xiao Qiang’s shoulder bone would immediately turn into powder.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Qiang did not resist at all.
Thinking Xiao Qiang would fight back, Mu Guofeng changed his palm to a grip, seizing Xiao Qiang’s shoulder.
Laughing, he was about to speak.
While time appears slow, at the height of Mu Guofeng’s joy, the situation changes drastically!
The left hand that Xiao Qiang had kept empty suddenly slapped onto the boastful Mu Guofeng.
With a shout, Xiao Qiang thundered a word: “Thunder!”
A thin piece of paper quickly transformed into a colorless light, wrapping around Mu Guofeng.
Mu Guofeng was horrified, suddenly forgot about grabbing Xiao Qiang’s shoulder, and retreated quickly.
His face was full of shock: “Bastard, you used a charm!”
He was not a fool, of course.
He knew that when one’s cultivation reached a profound level, it was possible to refine some simple talismans.
Like himself, he could occasionally refine some simple ones such as concentration charms.
But the one that Xiao Qiang was using was clearly a Heavenly Thunder Talisman, only those at the Innate Completion stage could occasionally refine it!
Mu Guofeng continuously retreated.
His previously calm face was now filled with panic as if an originally haughty god was suddenly knocked into the dust.
Despite desperately trying to maintain his demeanor as a strong person, with the truth nakedly revealed, his heart was filled with anger.
No trace of his gentlemanly image remained, and if given a chance, he would probably have thoughts of crushing Xiao Qiang to pieces.
Unfortunately for him, Xiao Qiang was not going to give him that chance.
The Heavenly Thunder Talisman acted quickly.
With Xiao Qiang’s thunderous shout and Mu Guofeng’s rapid retreat, five bolts of lightning appeared out of thin air, brutally striking down on Mu Guofeng!
The power of Heavenly Thunder is hard to resist, even for gods and ghosts!
Although the Heavenly Thunder Talisman Xiao Qiang concocted was only a second-level one, it was not something Mu Guofeng, an Innate Completion expert, could resist.
To resist the Heavenly Thunder Talisman, one must at least reach the Foundation Building stage.
In the view of cultivators, the Innate Realm is merely the Qi Condensation stage.
And the second-level Heavenly Thunder Talisman can be lethal to cultivators below the peak of Qi Condensation stage.
Only those who reach the peak of Qi Condensation, the Innate Completion realm, can resist some of its power.
Unfortunately, Mu Guofeng was not yet an Innate Completion powerhouse.
So after being struck by five bolts of Heavenly Thunder, he slumped to the ground, barely keeping his eyes open, his hands propping up his body.
Apart from anger and resentment, there was a never-before-seen fear.
Facing Xiao Qiang, for the first time, he has the feeling that he might lose his life right here.
However, Xiao Qiang did not approach him.
Instead, he silently took out his last Heavenly Thunder Talisman, injected his True Qi into it, waved it towards Mu Guofeng, and roared: “Thunder!”
The next moment, the five Heavenly Thunders hit Mu Guofeng again, turning his body black.
His once elegant image was nowhere to be seen, as he lay weak on the ground like a beggar.
Any small movement would make him groan.
It hurt, it really hurt!
Mu Guofeng felt as if his body was pulverized by the Heavenly Thunder.
The blood that trickled out seemed to tell him that his life was fading away.
The feeling of weakness throughout his body made Mu Guofeng, who had never felt threatened by death since becoming an Innate Martial Artist, realize for the first time that he might die here today.
With his right shoulder covered, Xiao Qiang’s mouth twitched in pain.
Although he heavily injured Mu Guofeng with two Heavenly Thunder Talismans, Mu Guofeng was still an Innate Completion expert after all.
Although their contact was only brief, Xiao Qiang could still feel that his shoulder blade was shattered.
At this moment, Xiao Qiang felt pain all over his body.
It was extremely painful.
Although it didn’t reach the point of wanting to die like Mu Guofeng, it was still making Xiao Qiang grit his teeth in agony.
“How does it feel, does it hurt?” Xiao Qiang looked at Mu Guofeng and asked seriously.
Mu Guofeng didn’t answer.
He was unable to say anything now.
This young man in front of him caused him an unprecedented loss.
He had a premonition that he was going to die right here, today.
Seeing that Mu Guofeng didn’t answer, Xiao Qiang didn’t get angry.
He took a deep breath, walked over to his bedside, took out his belongings from the box, tidied up, and only then slowly turned to face Mu Guofeng, who was half-dead from blood loss: “I must say, I really don’t want to kill you.
But I have a bad temper, and if someone wants to harm me, and I don’t leave them a souvenir, won’t it tarnish my image?”
With that said, Xiao Qiang waved his hand, and a cold flash of light flew towards Mu Guofeng.
The next moment, Mu Guofeng opened his mouth, tilted his head, and was thoroughly dead.
A fruit knife was embedded in his throat.
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