Chapter 10: “You Said You’d Detox Me—Why Are You Taking Off Your Pants?” ( Part 1 )
“Young Master, I’m injured, my true qi is in disarray. I’m afraid I won’t be of help!”
Outside the city, Li Mochou stopped, turned to Wang Xuan, and said.
“No matter. You two can just watch from afar!”
Joking aside, after last night’s synergy with Huang Rong, he was now at Qi Refining Layer Five.
Killing a crazed Ouyang Feng—why would he need helpers?
Hearing Wang Xuan, Huang Rong remained calm, while Li Mochou was visibly stunned.
It wasn’t disbelief, but incomprehension.
After all, Wang Xuan looked too young.
A few years younger than her.
By her understanding, at this age, even if he’d trained from the womb, reaching the Innate Realm would already mark him as a heaven-gifted, world-rare martial genius!
Thinking this, Li Mochou stole a glance at Huang Rong.
Anyone with eyes could see Huang Rong deferred to Wang Xuan!
For Madam Guo to act so, Wang Xuan must have some real skills!
At this point, Li Mochou had no room to back out!
Wang Xuan’s sudden words left Li Mochou like a monk puzzled by riddles.
Looking around, not a soul in sight!
Where was Ouyang Feng?
Wang Xuan didn’t explain.
Having reached Qi Refining Layer Five, his spiritual sense grew stronger.
Though he couldn’t yet wield many wondrous techniques, finding someone was child’s play.
Wang Xuan said, striding forward. Huang Rong followed instantly, and Li Mochou, though confused, could only trail behind.
After passing through a forest and over a small hill, they saw below a wild, gorilla-like creature.
It was the utterly disheveled Ouyang Feng!
Sensing Wang Xuan and the others, he turned, tossed a wild pheasant to the ground, and grinned, mouth full of blood!
Huang Rong and Li Mochou both frowned.
One of the Five Absolutes, a grandmaster-level expert, Ouyang Feng, reduced to this!
The moment Ouyang Feng saw Li Mochou, his eyes widened. With a roar, he vanished from his spot.
The next instant, he appeared before Li Mochou, striking with a palm!
This is grandmaster-level power?
If uninjured, Li Mochou might have dodged, but now, she couldn’t react.
All hope rested on Wang Xuan.
“Hmph, you’ve picked the wrong foe!”
As Wang Xuan spoke, Ouyang Feng flew backward, retreating dozens of feet, feet sinking deep into the ground to stop.
Li Mochou’s eyes widened.
In that moment, she’d truly thought she was dead.
Then Wang Xuan spoke again, “Ouyang Feng, who do you think I am?”
Ouyang Feng, about to charge again, looked up instinctively. Meeting Wang Xuan’s gaze, his body shuddered, eyes bulging as if he’d seen the world’s most terrifying thing.
Clutching his hair with both hands, he roared, “No, you’re dead, you’re already dead! Don’t come for me! It—it was her seducing me, I did nothing! Ah!!! Ke’er, my Ke’er, I’m not your uncle, I’m your father!”
The deranged Ouyang Feng seemed to grow madder.
Watching him tear his hair and roll on the ground, Li Mochou was dumbstruck.
She couldn’t comprehend what happened.
Huang Rong, beside her, had an inkling and shook her head.
Then Ouyang Feng shouted, “Beggar, where are you running? Hand over the Nine Yin Manual! Right, where’s Wang Chongyang? I heard he’s dead! Is it true? Where’d he hide the Nine Yin Manual?”
Suddenly, Ouyang Feng scrambled up, striking a nearby tree.
“Die, die! I’m the world’s greatest! What East Heretic, West Venom? I’m the world’s greatest! Ah!!!”
After snapping the tree with one palm, Ouyang Feng sought the next, requiring more strikes as his true qi waned, panting heavily but unrelenting.
Throughout, Wang Xuan followed behind, watching boredly.
As for Li Mochou, she was too shocked to speak.
She’d expected an earth-shaking battle, not this scene.
“You… what did you do?”
Li Mochou looked at Wang Xuan.
Her eyes held shock and fear.
After all, the scariest thing is the unknown!
If Wang Xuan were a martial genius with unfathomable inner strength, she could accept that.
She couldn’t understand!
The gap between them must exceed her comprehension!
That was what she found hardest to accept.
With a muffled thud, Ouyang Feng collapsed.
Wang Xuan had stayed to confirm Ouyang Feng’s death with his own eyes.
After all, this was his first grandmaster-level kill!
Huang Rong, looking at Ouyang Feng’s corpse nearby, felt complex emotions.
Having nearly died by his hand multiple times, this was vengeance!
As for Li Mochou, she rushed forward, firing Ice Soul Silver Needles at the undeniably dead Ouyang Feng, then spat!
“Old bastard, serves you right!”
After kicking him several times, Li Mochou turned away, satisfied.
But nearing Wang Xuan, her legs buckled, and she collapsed. Wang Xuan, quick-eyed, caught her.
He couldn’t resist squeezing a few times.