Wang Xuan's eyes lit up. What a beautiful Cannon Fist; having grasped the True Intent of Cannon Fist, he's likely reached the Great Achievement Realm. A punch of such power could shatter the tendons and bones of an ordinary person.
Slightly lowering his body, Wang Xuan remained unmoving like a mountain, meeting the incoming palm with his own. Zhou Hu's massive strength poured forth, fully absorbed into the floor by him.
Boom!
The floor exploded, Wang Xuan's feet sank several inches into the concrete, and simultaneously, a muffled sound like a drum echoed, causing the entire building to tremble slightly.
But at this moment, Wang Xuan still did not retreat a step, steadily standing in place, truly unmoving like a mountain.
On the other hand, Zhou Hu was forced back two to three steps by Wang Xuan's immense power, retreating straight out the door even faster than he had rushed in.
However you came in, get out the same way! Wang Xuan's palm was utterly domineering.
Zhou Hu's hand went numb with the shock, his pupils contracted, and his voice landed like iron: "Your strength has increased by at least six or seven-tenths, the Pile Technique has reached Great Success, with an unmoving like a mountain foundation.
Alright! You do have some skill. I'm not confident I can defeat you, farewell!"
Without another word, he left directly, even closing the door for Wang Xuan to prevent him from charging out and engaging in a confrontation.
With just one move, he knew that he was not actually a match for Wang Xuan. Someone who has mastered the Mixed Element Stance to Great Success would be lacking the Great Success in Martial Arts and Combat Techniques?
Wang Xuan had gauged his capabilities, while he hadn't gauged Wang Xuan's, making the outcome crystal clear!
Quickly descending the stairs, the Red-clothed Guest stood holding a blade: "It seems like you've encountered a tough challenge, returning empty-handed. Wasn't it said he hadn't reached the Bone Refining Realm, yet you're not confident?"
"Who knows why he's so strong! Clearly, even at the Peak of Bone Cultivation, it's only around two thousand jin of force at most; he's near three thousand jin. His tendons are like heavy bows, and with one rebound, he sent me flying far away," Zhou Hu complained.
"Really?" The playful smile on the Red-clothed Guest's face slowly disappeared, "It's said he's got Innate Divine Strength; I didn't expect it to be true. His strength nearly matches my level in the Bone Refining Realm."
However, for someone with Innate Divine Strength, they are martial arts prodigies. How could they be over twenty without reaching the Bone Refining Realm? He could even believe if he soared to the Innate Realm.
"Let's go. We'll return tonight. Too many people during the day, not a good time for bloodshed." The Red-clothed Guest hung the blade at his waist, strolling with Zhou Hu along the neighborhood path.
But in an instant, he was startled, suddenly drawing the blade to stand in front of Zhou Hu, looking up. At first glance, he spotted Wang Xuan standing on the balcony.
Wang Xuan wielded a two-meter-long sniper rifle, steadily raised it, aiming at Zhou Hu's head, ready to fire at any moment.
As Zhou Hu noticed his big brother's unusual behavior, discovering Wang Xuan, his heart leapt, his whole body tingled with shock. He was actually being aimed at with a sniper rifle, hovering on the line between life and death without realization!
The Red-clothed Guest frowned. Wang Xuan's gun was very steady and likely very accurate. Only an elite sharpshooter could even touch a sniper rifle. If the gun fired, he was sure he could leave alive, yet Zhou Hu he could not be certain about getting away.
When Wang Xuan turned to aim at him, the threat of death loomed heavier. The Red-clothed Guest kicked Zhou Hu, "Hide behind the wall!"
During this time, Wang Xuan did not fire; his true opponent was the Red-clothed Guest, this man dressed all in red despite being male, looking strikingly ominous.
The Red-clothed Guest didn't move further; he could sense Wang Xuan was aiming at his Dantian. He was evaluating whether his body's swift blade was faster or Wang Xuan's gun was faster and more accurate!
Between breaths, he moved, his confidence far exceeding Zhou Hu's expectations. With one stride extending a whole meter, needing only two more steps to arrive at the corner wall, stepping outside Wang Xuan's line of sight.
Like a tiger pouncing its prey, zigzagging like a yellow raccoon, he moved rapidly without any fixed route, clearly to evade the sniper rifle's aim.
But what kept him tense was the chilling sensation of being targeted, akin to a bone-following parasite, impossible to shake, like Death's gaze.
In mere moments, he departed the open area, standing behind a wall, yet he didn't feel relieved. Instead, he was puzzled why Wang Xuan hadn't taken the shot when he had the chance.
"What a terrifying sharpshooter."
The Red-clothed Guest praised briefly, as ordinary shooters would struggle to aim at a fast-moving practitioner from ten meters away. He'd escaped from a barrage fired by over a dozen gunmen.
He underestimated Wang Xuan. Such a sharpshooter is far more valuable than a cultivator in the Organ Refining stage. With a sniper rifle, he poses a threat to a fully armed hundred-man team, capable of killing from a kilometer away.
Even he couldn't evade the bullet, only withstand it directly. Most cultivators in the Organ Refining stage would panic, lacking bulletproof vests and weapons, likely dying under gunfire.
On the balcony, Wang Xuan put away the sniper rifle and then leapt down, descending five stories with a few deflections, heading towards the Red-clothed Guest.
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"Cough, cough."
A cough sounded, and an elder, gripping a foot-long pipe, walked down the street. He wore a simple robe that fit well, and the smoke he exhaled almost enshrouded him.
Such a peculiar sight, yet passersby turned a blind eye, walking past him without a glance, as if he were just air.
Gazing at the skyscraper ahead, the four characters of Hongguang Mansion were extremely eye-catching. The elder nodded, "It seems this is the place, no mistake."
With a step forward, he vanished from where he stood, his figure completely disappearing.
Success-driven individuals in business attire came and went, luxury cars and hover cars paused occasionally, and those entering and exiting were all wealthy. No one working in this building was mediocre, their salaries far exceeding average levels.
Hongguang Mansion belonged to the Zhao Group, with the famous Hongguang Gambling Company occupying the upper floors. Zhao Tianxing, who started from scratch, was its largest director, wielding enormous wealth.
This middle-aged man, who controlled trillions, worked in a lavish office the size of a thousand square meters, adorned with many spiritual flowers and rare herbs, like a mini-park.
Zhao Tianxing did not show signs of affluence; instead, he stood tall and slender. He was diligently reading documents at a glance, like a workaholic.
Someone pushed open the office door, and immediately, a smoky aura drifted in, following the newcomer, lingering persistently in the air.
"No smoking allowed here. I order you to extinguish it within ten seconds!" Zhao Tianxing directed without lifting his head.
"Cough cough, I'm afraid that's not possible. Us old folks cling to the pleasure of smoking and can't bear to stop,"
Zhao Tianxing frowned and looked up to see an elder enveloped in smoke. It was impossible that this was his employee. Yet the elder wasn't stopped by security, which was certainly peculiar.
"Are you here for me?" Zhao Tianxing remained unperturbed, having weathered many storms in his life.
The elder nodded, "I do have something, though I'm unsure if it's a big or small matter."
"Concerning me?"
"A very big matter," the elder said with a smile.
"Then for you, I fear it's a small matter," Zhao Tianxing picked up the teacup on the table, sipping it leisurely.
"But I don't see it that way." Zhao Tianxing opened his mouth, and with a speed as fast as lightning, spit out a flying sword aiming for the elder's forehead.
This sword, named "Exorcism," was his Lifebound Flying Sword, having slain numerous celestial demons! Several celestial immortals, including a Great Sword Immortal, fell by his hand.
After all, he himself was a Great Sword Immortal admired by the world!
"Good sword, Celestial Sword Mountain's swords are still quite decent." The elder calmly watched the flying sword come, casually tapping the pipe, striking the sword's tip.
Under Zhao Tianxing's gaze, the flying sword fractured inch by inch, like mud crumbling, shattering into countless fragments, unable to withstand the elder's pipe in the slightest.
"Ugh!"
Zhao Tianxing spat out fresh blood; with his Lifebound Flying Sword destroyed, how could he fare well?
"A Great Sword Immortal of the Celestial Immortal Second Realm, so this is your confidence? It's not easy to cultivate to this realm." The elder tapped the ashes from his pipe.
"What does senior seek from a junior? If it's within my power, I would give everything I own!" Zhao Tianxing wiped the blood from his mouth corner, bowing respectfully.
As long as he could survive, he could retrieve what was lost, even double it! For backing him was Celestial Sword Mountain, an extremely powerful sect.
"A trivial matter indeed; I've come as He the Sixth to claim an excellent head." The elder chuckled, "And that excellent head is perched on your shoulders."
"Mine?" Zhao Tianxing's eyes nearly cracked open.
Why him? He had never provoked the other! Why him! Cultivating for a hundred years to the Divine Infant Realm, how could he not be unwilling to die!
He the Sixth sighed, "I wouldn't be bored enough to take your head, but alas! Alas, alas, my disciple's father had his head chopped off by your son, ending up with his body destroyed without even a chance for a soul return.
Do you think it's reasonable for me to take your head?"
A ray of celestial light flashed, and to Zhao Tianxing's terrified gaze, his head rolled down with a thud, hot blood splattering the ceiling.
A son's debts must be repaid by the father, indeed a truth as natural as heaven and earth.