Chapter 70: No Mercy, Annihilation! (Part 3)

After easily dealing with He Ling, Xiao Bei slowly descended from the air and approached He Yong, who had already wet his pants, making his robe soaking wet.

He Yong's eyes, now bloodshot, were completely devoid of life, no longer a matter of whether they were vacant or shocked.

The sight of the many He family members, who were of higher rank than him, dying one by one in front of him, each with a look of terror and helplessness, was too much for He Yong to bear. It had completely shattered his mind and spirit.

At this moment, under the overwhelming presence of the towering, masked figure that Xiao Bei had transformed into—especially the scene of He Ling being crushed to death in mid-air—He Yong's nerves could not withstand the shock and were utterly destroyed.

Even if he were to live, He Yong would be nothing more than a walking corpse.

Xiao Bei looked at He Yong and shook his head.

Then, in a voice that everyone could hear, he said, "Remember, one should not be too arrogant. Even if you have the ability, you shouldn't be too arrogant. It's not that you can't be arrogant, but you must know when to be humble. Otherwise, if you provoke someone you shouldn't, you won't even know how you died. For example..."

Xiao Bei drew out a long pause, "You—"

With the word "you" spoken, Xiao Bei flicked his wrist, and a martial qi that resembled a sword appeared at his fingertips.

The Sword Dao of Martial Qi Transformation!

This was the second killing move Xiao Bei had derived from the martial qi transformation of the imperial-grade martial artist in the yellow robe, the first opponent he faced on this continent.

In the martial arts, there are countless paths, but each person only chooses one. Practicing too many leads to confusion, while specialization leads to mastery. Transitioning from specialization to complexity and then simplifying it back to simplicity, as the old saying goes, "Thirty years ago, mountains were mountains and water was water; now, mountains are not mountains and water is not water; thirty years later, mountains are mountains and water is water."

Xiao Bei, of course, did not intend to specialize in the Sword Dao, but he could still use it by grasping the same principle.

At this moment, Xiao Bei did not want to reveal his greatest strength by displaying his star-like martial qi, which would let everyone know what he was best at.

The tip of the martial qi sword appeared at his fingertips, and Xiao Bei's body rose into the air. With a flick of his hand, the martial qi sword, whistling sharply, shot directly at He Yong.

The forehead!

The heart!

The limbs, including the joints of the hands and feet!

And one more, aimed at He Yong's dantian!

As the sword tip approached He Yong, it split into seven!

"Thud, thud, thud..."

Seven consecutive sounds, in quick succession, completely cut off He Yong's life force.

He Yong, dead!

Dead beyond any doubt!

However, at this moment, no one in the crowd was paying attention to He Yong. Everyone was looking at the towering figure that Xiao Bei had transformed into, floating in the air.

Everyone's final thought was one of admiration for this powerful figure.

"Strong, I want to become strong!" a short man shouted loudly.

This statement did not elicit much commotion. A few people in the crowd who had been looking at the towering figure Xiao Bei had transformed into turned their gaze back to the short man, remaining silent.

Not long after, a woman in her forties, leading a four- or five-year-old girl, blushed and said, "Mom, Mom, I want to practice martial arts well. If that neighbor Uncle Wang comes to our house and bullies you again, making you suffer, I'll deal with him!"

The girl's words left her mother speechless and blushing, while the people around her, who knew them, let out a loud laugh.

The short man who had shouted that he wanted to become strong, clearly familiar with the mother and daughter, glanced at the so-called Uncle Wang and said, "Old Wang, you should hurry up and marry Little Mei. Otherwise, when Little Nuan grows up and becomes a martial artist, you'll be in trouble."

The so-called Uncle Wang, on the other side, blushed and laughed bashfully...

In the "Wanxiang Hall," Wang Yi and Zhou Yue watched the figure of the masked man Xiao Bei had transformed into disappear into the distance, remaining silent for a long time.

"Old Wang, that person's strength is really that strong?" Zhou Yue blinked and then收回了还在天空中的视线道。

Wang Yi nodded, smiling bitterly, "Miss, you saw it yourself. Killing an imperial-grade martial artist with just a flick of the wrist, how could he not be strong?"

With a bitter smile, Wang Yi rubbed his head, "Miss, this time, the 'Heavenly Spirit Flower' and the dragon's inner core on the upper floor were taken by him..."

"What? Too outrageous!"

Zhou Yue's face tightened, her eyes filled with great anger, "That was for Grandfather. He was counting on it to improve his cultivation and remove his demonic obstacles! How dare he take it? If Grandfather comes and there's nothing to help him improve, how will he remove his demonic obstacles? I, I..."

As she spoke, Zhou Yue's eyes revealed a fierce hatred, but her voice grew softer.

This was because, although Zhou Yue was only fifteen, her innate talent forced her to face a harsh reality: this masked strongman was too powerful, even stronger than the imperial-grade martial artists she knew.

Even her grandfather would not be a match for him!

Wang Yi, seeing that Zhou Yue had fallen silent but her eyes still blazed with hatred, shook his head and then thought for a moment. "Miss, your great-uncle, your grandfather, has been an imperial-grade martial artist for many years, and his demonic obstacles have existed for a long time. We finally obtained the ancient formula and the 'Heavenly Spirit Flower.' Why didn't he come to take them earlier? If he had, this person wouldn't have been able to take them."

After saying this, Wang Yi stroked his beard and looked at Zhou Yue.

Zhou Yue's expression remained the same, but when her gaze drifted to Wang Yi, her fingers moved unconsciously.

After a long while, Zhou Yue sighed deeply, her young and beautiful face taking on an old and serious look. "Old Wang, let me tell you the truth. Grandfather obtained a powerful treasure a few days ago. This treasure is extremely powerful. Even against other imperial-grade martial artists, Grandfather can win easily."

Pausing, Zhou Yue continued, looking at Wang Yi, "Grandfather has already gone to the mountains behind the Xiao family's residence a few days ago to hunt imperial-grade beast monsters. This not only helps him practice with the treasure but also allows him to obtain more beast monster cores... As for why he hasn't returned for so long, it's probably because the treasure is too effective, making him very happy and excited about hunting the beast monsters. Otherwise, hmpf..."