Chapter 10

Now that things had come to this, Elder Feng no longer cared about Young Master Zhou. If he couldn’t capture Xu Yi, returning to the Zhou family would certainly not end well for him. He might as well leave.

Little did he know that Xu Yi had long seen through the true nature of the Annihilation Fist. Elder Feng’s intimidating punch did not in the slightest confuse his mind.

As Elder Feng moved, so did he.

Shedding the weight of a thousand catties, his body became like a wisp of light smoke, arriving first despite setting off later.

Before Elder Feng’s body had even landed, Xu Yi had already caught up, delivering a punch with a force that was at least thirty percent stronger than before, causing ripples in the air.

Just as it seemed he was about to land a hit, Elder Feng’s body suddenly contracted like a spring in mid-air, making Xu Yi’s punch miss. Even so, the powerful punch grazed his tough skin, causing a pain like being cut by a knife.

Although he narrowly avoided this heavy blow, Elder Feng fully realized the severity of the situation. In terms of speed, no matter how he tried to escape, he would inevitably be pursued.

At this thought, the blood courage and audacity in Elder Feng’s bones were ignited. A light sound rang out in mid-air, and when he landed, a three-foot-long narrow sword appeared in his left hand, striking directly at Xu Yi’s incoming punch.

Xu Yi did not dodge. At high speed, his gaze was sharp, and his fist grazed the sword’s edge, landing with a loud thud on Elder Feng’s left shoulder.

With the strength of one and a half oxen, the punch unleashed astonishing power, causing Elder Feng’s body to crash through two thick logs and fall to the ground. Just as he was about to get up with a quick flip, Xu Yi’s body, like a wisp of smoke, struck again. His foot, like a boat, came down from the sky, hitting Elder Feng’s face and pinning him to the ground.

Xu Yi, having landed a successful blow, showed no mercy. Punch after punch, his fists rained down like a storm of pear blossoms, giving Elder Feng no chance to catch his breath.

At first, Elder Feng could still make sounds, but later, he became like a broken sack, unable to make any noise. In an instant, the ground was indented by Xu Yi’s iron fists, creating a pit half a person deep.

Even though Elder Feng had reached the peak of Body Forging, with skin as tough as ox leather and bones as hard as iron, under Xu Yi’s frenzied attack, even an iron ball would have been flattened.

Xu Yi stood up, and Elder Feng’s head was deeply buried in the mud, blood gushing out, and he made no sound.

The venerable peak Body Forging expert was completely helpless under Xu Yi’s fists and was struck down.

After hammering Elder Feng to death, Xu Yi took the cloth bag from his waist. Inside were only a dozen or so red gold coins, with nothing else.

Xu Yi took one of the gold coins, blew on it, and then placed it to his ear, immediately hearing a light chanting sound.

Xu Yi’s long-frozen face finally showed signs of thawing.

He had heard of the red gold coins before.

As far as he knew, there were two types of currency in the world. One was for the common people’s daily use, such as the copper coins and silver pieces Xu Yi earned from storytelling.

The other was the currency used by martial cultivators and the ruling class, which were these red gold coins, or red gold ingots and gold cakes.

In the past, when Xu Yi made a living by storytelling, he could only earn the common copper coins and silver pieces.

Because he could not obtain red gold coins, Xu Yi could not buy the precious medicinal herbs that required red gold for transactions. At most, he could buy some low-quality wulong grass from the countryside to replenish his energy.

Now, with these dozen red gold coins in his hand, the pleasure he felt was indescribable.

After playing with them for a long time, Xu Yi reluctantly put the coins into the cloth bag, tightly securing it around his waist. He then picked up the narrow sword that had fallen to the side and bent it with both hands. The sword bent into a circular arc but did not break.

The sword was extraordinary, and Xu Yi casually slung it around his waist. He then stepped out of the forest and quickly headed toward the previous battlefield. When he got close, there was no sign of Young Master Zhou. Looking around, he saw a rider heading north in the northwest direction, the horse galloping swiftly.

Seeing Young Master Zhou’s fleeing figure, Xu Yi’s pupils turned red again. He searched the forest and, about ten zhang to the west, found some movement. Entering the forest, he soon led out a chestnut-colored horse.

Earlier, Young Master Zhou’s group had brought over a dozen horses. After the chaos, only a few were dead or injured. Young Master Zhou had taken one, and the rest had disappeared. Xu Yi guessed that Young Master Zhou had driven the remaining horses into the forest. After searching, he indeed found one.

Xu Yi did not dare to delay. He mounted the horse, grabbed the reins with his left hand, turned the horse’s head, and galloped down the hill.

While galloping, Xu Yi’s right hand suddenly stabbed the horse’s carotid artery, about three inches below, with the narrow sword. No blood flowed out, but the horse seemed to be injected with adrenaline, its speed suddenly increasing by more than double, racing like the wind.

Having reached the peak of Body Forging, Xu Yi’s understanding of human blood, muscles, bones, and organs had reached a very high level.

Although the horse was not human, during its gallop, the flow of blood and the vibration of bones were not difficult for Xu Yi to interpret. This stab was to stimulate the horse’s potential.

Although it was his first time doing this, he had a clear plan in mind. The stab indeed had a stunning effect.

The wind was fierce, and the sun was like fire. Young Master Zhou’s legs tightly clamped the horse’s belly, and his whip lashed out like a storm. The white horse under him was already stained with blood.

He was angry, mad, and full of hatred!

Thinking of himself, the noble Young Master Zhou, with unparalleled dignity, what was Xu Yi? A foolish ant. Letting him live was just to make the Xu family a laughingstock, to shame the dead of the Xu family.

But who would have thought that this ant-like creature suddenly bared its fangs and claws, daring to tear off one of his arms. If this grudge was not avenged, he would not be a man.

Once he caught that clown, he would make him experience all the tortures in the world, making this ant regret ever crawling out of his mother’s womb.

Thinking of this, Young Master Zhou’s face flushed with excitement, and he couldn’t help but let out a long howl to the sky.

Before his howl ended, he suddenly heard the sound of hooves. Turning to look, he was almost thrown off his horse in fright.

He never expected that, despite his desperate gallop, he had already been chased by Xu Yi for two li.

In an instant, all his arrogance and malice vanished, leaving only fear. He couldn’t help but tremble all over, thinking, “Even Elder Feng couldn’t stop this guy!”

At this thought, Young Master Zhou’s fear intensified. He not only whipped the horse furiously but also kicked it hard in the belly. The white horse, in pain, increased its speed even more.

The white horse hadn’t gone far when there was a loud thud, and Xu Yi’s horse fell to the ground. Young Master Zhou turned to look and laughed loudly, pointing at Xu Yi and saying, “Wait for me to skin you, tear out your tendons, and break your bones!”

Before he finished speaking, he saw Xu Yi’s feet move like lightning, touching the ground several times, and he had already run thirty zhang away.

Young Master Zhou was so frightened that he tightened his lower body, even urinating a few drops. He kicked the horse’s belly hard and lashed it with all his might, making the horse gallop even faster.