Uncle 17 of the Xu Family said solemnly, "Young Master, whether we’ve misjudged the situation or not, we are the ones facing the enemy now. Worst case, we return to the Family and rally the experts. His blade strike can even wound me now, so you must inform the Family immediately. Have them send a Grandmaster..."
Wang Zhan can actually slay a Grandmaster?
Not battle, but slaughter!
Upon hearing this, Xu Shilang trembled violently. How could this be possible?
A martial arts Grandmaster is capable of flying through the sky, their martial arts refined to an extreme, a level comparable to entering the Dao; only then are they truly worthy of the title.
Wang Zhan, that country bumpkin! Where did he get such incredible luck?
Doesn’t he understand the principle that an innocent man becomes a target simply by possessing a treasure? If only such fortune could be transferred to me! How wonderful would that be?
But before Xu Shilang’s envy, hatred, and regret could fully surface, his eyes turning red, Uncle 17 of the Xu Family threw him into the luxury car they had arrived in and urgently told the driver, "Go! Take the Young Master back to the Family immediately and have a Grandmaster come to support me. Remember, no matter what happens, do not turn back."
This path was one of life and death, and also a path to the future, but Uncle 17 of the Xu Family had no other choice.
With a ROAR, the luxurious car shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bowstring, stirring up a wild wind and the screech of tires, kicking up a cloud of light smoke before disappearing from everyone’s line of sight.
At that very moment, the prelude to the end began to play out on the battlefield.
As the light from the blade dissipated, the figures of the five high-level martial artists finally reappeared, seemingly unharmed. In stark contrast, an expression of profound fatigue suddenly etched itself onto Wang Zhan’s face, as if his body had been utterly drained.
"HAHAHA, I almost fell for your trick, kid! You dare to bluff us? Let’s see you try to escape now!"
"Just one slash, and you’ve exhausted all your Essence Energy and mental energy! You must be in terrible pain and despair right now, did you really think you wouldn’t even touch a hair on our heads? HAHAHA..."
"I told you he was no hero! When the tigers are away from the mountain, the monkey proclaims himself king. Kid, try for a better rebirth in your next life. Kill him!"
They clamored and blustered, attempting to conceal the trepidation and fear in their hearts. Then they surged forward together, intending to tear Wang Zhan apart with their sturdy, sharp claws and teeth, leaving him for dead at the entrance of this narrow, dilapidated alley.
Only a moment before, they had genuinely thought they were about to die. Wang Zhan’s attack, in particular—that terrifying slash, raw and undisguised, carrying overwhelming killing intent—had flooded their senses like a raging river, making them feel a profound and chilling powerlessness.
It was the opposition of life and death, the entanglement of ice and fire, the solitude between immensity and nothingness.
But who could have guessed this kid was just putting on an elaborate bluff? He hadn’t just wasted his own Essence Energy for nothing; his attack, after such a threatening display, had fizzled out completely, utterly useless.
It was an absolute joke, and they were the ones who had been played!
Despite their rage and roars, Wang Zhan seemed to relax all at once.
He didn’t even deign to waste a sideways glance on them, his gaze fixed instead on the distant Grandmaster, Uncle 17 of the Xu Family, who was also watching intently.
Seeing his subordinates unharmed, Uncle 17 of the Xu Family also concluded that Wang Zhan was merely bluffing and let out a deep sigh of relief. Am I getting old? he even wondered. Otherwise, how could I have made such a terrible misjudgment?
A Martial General daring to slay a Grandmaster? Actually capable of slaying a Grandmaster?
What an utter joke! Uncle 17 of the Xu Family couldn’t help but scoff at his own thoughts. Such individuals simply don’t exist in this world. If any did, they would belong to the world of beasts, not humans. At least, they wouldn’t belong to the Federation, nor to the frail human race.
But as Wang Zhan’s line of sight settled on him, Uncle 17’s briefly relaxed mind tensed up once more. Goosebumps erupted across his skin, and even his scalp tingled with a numbing dread. He felt a profound unease, a terrifying premonition of some impending horror.
"HAHAHA, go to hell!"
The five Martial Generals finally lunged again.
The Essence Energy in their bodies and the mental energy in their minds merged with unprecedented synergy, infusing them with a renewed, immense confidence.
This was their strength, the very source of their power!
But just as they took their first step in unison, a dramatic change swept through the alley. It was like a silent film, yet accompanied by a series of chilling rumbles that made one’s blood run cold.
A sequence of ten heavy impacts, like the beating of war drums, throbbed one after another in Uncle 17 of the Xu Family’s mind.
His mind reeled, unable to find calm for what felt like an eternity. His eyes, wide with terror and bewilderment, stared at the scene unfolding before him—a reality so horrifying he couldn’t bring himself to accept it.
The five great Martial Generals of the Xu family were gone—or rather, their upper bodies had vanished. Only their lower halves remained, standing unsteadily on the ground for a horrifying moment before toppling over, lifeless.
Before they collapsed, their final vestiges of consciousness hadn’t immediately faded. For a fleeting moment, they still perceived themselves as whole, completely unaware that Wang Zhan had sliced them clean in two at the abdomen.
And so, they finally saw their own lower bodies with chilling clarity. With agonizing effort, they turned their gazes to look at the neat, clean cut.
"No... Im-impossible... What kind of blade is this...? Why... why am I dying...?"
"Why...? Why...? I don’t want to die! Wang Zhan, why did you kill me?!"
In that single battle, Wang Zhan, a Level 4 Warrior, had perfected his current realm. He was now just one step away from advancing to become a Level 5 Warrior.
Fatal One Slash, truly terrifying!
Once the blade struck, every path led to death—that was the deepest truth of the Fatal One Slash.
Unfortunately, all who had witnessed this technique were now mere vengeful spirits absorbed by the sharp Liyun Blade, their only remaining purpose to further hone this ancient weapon, a relic from Ancient times.
This was the most formidable legacy left to Wang Zhan by his father, Wang Yu—also known as Wang Yidao. It was also the sign of another legend manifesting in the world.
Father, Wang Yidao; son, the One-Slash King.
"You... you actually dared to kill them? You dared! Who gave you such audacity, Wang Zhan! Do you have any idea what catastrophic trouble you’ve brought upon yourself? You must die today!"
Uncle 17 of the Xu Family felt fear grip his heart, and this fear fueled an even greater rage.
He was enraged by his own fear, enraged by Wang Zhan’s brazen arrogance, and enraged that the thought of his own possible death had even crossed his mind.
He angrily stamped his foot and launched himself into the air, streaking forward. He was determined to kill Wang Zhan, especially before Wang Zhan had a chance to fully recover. Otherwise, Uncle 17 of the Xu Family couldn’t be certain who would be the last one standing.
Even though he was a Grandmaster, the boundless fear and anger coiling within him paradoxically made him feel startlingly lucid.
Wang Zhan continued to smile, watching the Xu family’s Grandmaster whose imposing aura had returned. Wang Zhan’s expression remained impassive; he was neither arrogant from his recent victory nor cowed by the renewed threat. Thıs content belongs to novel•fire.net
A Grandmaster? So what? Slay.
Consequently, the True Essence in his body, which had been utterly depleted, began to rapidly regenerate. As the Supreme Clear Thunder Summary circulated and the latent energy from the Blood Essence Pill surged, his stamina swiftly recovered, and the fatigue on his face vanished in an instant.
He continued to draw upon his hidden trump card, a secret known only to Qin Ying.
The Supreme Clear Thunder Summary, the original ancient book from the lineage of the Five Thunder Deity Refinement Method, could not only conceal one’s aura and temper the physical body but also mend chronic internal ailments. Naturally, it could also mobilize the immense energy stored within him from the Blood Essence Pill.
This latent ailment was Wang Zhan’s greatest internal vulnerability at the moment. Therefore, he acted without the slightest hesitation. Relying on the Supreme Clear Thunder Summary, he continuously suppressed his own body’s natural defenses while drawing upon the vast and profound power of the Blood Essence Pill; it was as if he had nearly all advantages—timing, location, and opportunity—on his side.
Grandmasters are supposedly undefeatable. If he isn’t the one to fall today, then who is?
「Far away, on a rooftop.」
Bathed in moonlight and buffeted by the chilly wind, two pairs of incredulous eyes stared at the scene below, the onlookers’ gazes fixated and pupils quivering slightly.
The young man in the distance, standing proudly with his saber planted beside him, seemed even more formidable now.
He had actually managed to kill five Martial Generals so decisively and with such uncanny, almost supernatural skill, even allowing each of them to cling to life for a final ten-odd seconds.
Only someone whose mastery of saber techniques had reached the very essence of the art, someone whose skill was so profound it mirrored the legendary Cook Ding effortlessly carving an ox, could truly accomplish such a feat.
"Young Master, after witnessing that slash, I finally understand why you disregarded your own future to come and save him. Based on that display of skill alone, if we ensure his survival, he will undoubtedly become the Family’s most powerful asset in the future. And you, as the future of our Family, will then truly possess the strength to lead the Yang family out from Earth and into the core of the Federation," Yang Zecheng’s retainer murmured.
"No, I wasn’t thinking that far ahead," Yang Zecheng replied. "I also never imagined he’d be this formidable. If I had known, an opportunity would never have come my way. ’Genius’ or ’monster’ doesn’t even begin to describe him... He’s simply not human..."
"Indeed! He’s more brutal than a beast... But should we continue to just watch? He seems exhausted; a Grandmaster should be able to kill him. That saber technique is incredible, but it’s too fast—so fast that he could easily overextend and become the prey himself."
At this, Yang Zecheng fell into contemplative silence for a moment before shaking his head and saying, "Let’s wait a bit longer. I believe he still has something up his sleeve; otherwise, why make such a grand display instead of just fleeing? You probably don’t know this, but he came from the slums. Running away was one of the first things he learned. Before he made a name for himself, his speed was his most remarkable trait. He’s a rat from the slums; he won’t die that easily."
Some things he left unsaid, but the implications were obvious.
Good steel must be used for the cutting edge. For Wang Zhan, the Grandmaster by Yang Zecheng’s side was precisely that keen blade—one that could offer life-saving assistance in a dire crisis, not merely a superfluous addition to an already victorious situation.
Appearing too early could still help Wang Zhan, but his current opponent was merely a Grandmaster. Intervening against such an opponent wouldn’t have a significant impact, nor would it be a worthy display of their own Grandmaster’s strength and status. It would be far more effective to wait. Based on Xu Shilang’s blind (though not entirely foolish) arrogance and Uncle 17 of the Xu Family’s cautious deliberations, they would likely dispatch an even more powerful Martial Artist—quite possibly an expert at the Grandmaster level. Only by intervening at that point could Yang Zecheng’s side reap the maximum rewards.