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Qian Zhengfa wondered internally whether he should take Li Xiaoyao down and lock him up.

Light rain drizzled, hinting the approach of a downpour, as the breeze turned into a gale, penetrating through one's clothing.

There were several figures at the foot of the mountain, agilely darting through the curtain of rain, and before anyone could react, they appeared before them in a blink of an eye.

There were three men in the approaching group.

Li Xiaoyao saw one of them and was slightly surprised, but after pondering for a few seconds, a look of sudden realization crossed his eyes.

This man, named Jiang Wanhao, was the very man who sold the spirit soil to Li Xiaoyao at the Ghost Market.

Seeing Jiang Wanhao and connecting this to what Qian Zhengfa had mentioned about the Jiang Family, Li Xiaoyao almost instantly guessed what was going on.

Qian Zhengfa, facing Jiang Wanhao, respectfully said, "Mr. Jiang."

"Mhm." Jiang Wanhao nodded, his gaze shifting to Li Xiaoyao, a slight smile on his face as he stepped forward and said, "You didn't expect to see me here, did you?"

Li Xiaoyao faced him and said, "All of this, was it your plan?"

"Yes, it was me," Jiang Wanhao did not deny it, leaning forward slightly with a look of disdain in his eyes, he said, "A minor martial artist at the Qi-Training Mirror level owning so many spirit stones, it's your luck that you've lived till now. However, today, all the spirit stones and treasures on you will become mine."

Li Xiaoyao was not surprised; Jiang Wanhao's decision to make a move was simply due to his own extravagant spending, which awakened Jiang's greed.

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" Li Xiaoyao could not understand why his show of strength at the Ghost Market hadn't deterred Jiang Wanhao.

But now, it seemed Jiang Wanhao wasn't afraid because of Li Xiaoyao's status and even thought he was just a martial artist at the Qi-Training Mirror level.

It seemed he was unaware of Li Xiaoyao's identity, otherwise, he would not dare to do such a thing.

"You kill me?" Jiang Wanhao looked at him with a strange look in his eyes, suddenly bursting into laughter as if he had heard something utterly ludicrous.

"A reckless brat without a sect or clan sure is arrogant. You probably think that being in the Qi-Training Mirror level means you can wander the world freely," Jiang Wanhao scoffed: "Let me tell you, the Qi-Training Mirror level is the lowest level of a martial artist. Trash like you, I could squash with one hand."

"Is that so?" Li Xiaoyao's smile held a touch of eeriness, and for some reason, this gaze made Jiang Wanhao feel a trace of unease.

"Damn it, how could I possibly be intimidated by a glance from a brat who has just entered the Qi-Training Mirror level? This must be an illusion."

Shaking his head, Jiang Wanhao wore a fierce expression and said, "Brat, don't say I didn't give you a chance. Hand over all your spirit stones and treasures now, and I'll spare your life."

"Oh? Spare my life?" Li Xiaoyao asked, "If I give them to you, will you really let me go?"

"Of course, I, Jiang Wanhao, am a man of my word. I'm only after wealth, not your life," Jiang Wanhao said, yet a chilling intent flashed deep within his eyes.

Only after wealth, not his life?

Only a fool would believe such words.

Since Jiang Wanhao had decided to take action against Li Xiaoyao, he never intended to let Li Xiaoyao live.

To eradicate the problem at the root, that was the logic.

Li Xiaoyao nodded and then said with a serious expression and tone, "You may not kill me, but I intend to kill you."

Jiang Wanhao was dumbfounded, somewhat surprised that Li Xiaoyao dared to speak such bold words in this predicament.

The two martial artists nearby, getting a bit impatient, said, "Why waste words? Kill this weakling. If you want to blame something, blame your weakness!"

After speaking, the two martial artists suddenly lunged forward, raising a palm to strike at Li Xiaoyao's head.

A terrifying vigor, accompanied by a whistling sound, shot through the rain toward Li Xiaoyao's head.

Qian Zhengfa and the others nearby, feeling this immense pressure, were shocked, each of them staring wide-eyed in fear, not daring to make a sound.

This palm attack had the force of several hundred pounds behind it; if it struck Li Xiaoyao head-on, his head would likely burst open on impact.

Seeing Li Xiaoyao standing motionless, the martial artist thought he had frightened him stiff. A smug smile spread across his face as he shouted loudly, "Meet your end!"

"Crack, crack!"

The high-strung tension vanished in an instant, and an eerily stark silence pervaded the entire mountain.

At this moment, everyone looked at Li Xiaoyao with disbelief.

Li Xiaoyao lifted his right hand, grasping the martial artist's neck.

However, none of these movements were seen by anyone.

It was as though Li Xiaoyao's arm had always been there, raised in position, and the martial artist had delivered his own neck into the grip.

This was truly bizarre!

Jiang Wanhao and another martial artist widened their eyes at the scene, swallowing hard, unable to erase the shock from their faces.

"Spa... Spare me!" the martial artist, whose neck was gripped by Li Xiaoyao, said with a face filled with terror, struggling to get the words out.

"Spare you?" Li Xiaoyao's expression was like still water, devoid of any emotion, he said, "Cultivators must not be insulted! Those who insult, die!"

With that said, Li Xiaoyao's wrist exerted a slight force. A "crack, crack!" sound of shattering bones ensued, and the martial artist's life force was extinguished.

Li Xiaoyao released his fingers, and the martial artist's body stiffly fell backward.

Jiang Wanhao had an expression as if he had seen a ghost, his lips trembling: "A cultivator, you're actually a cultivator!"

Just as Li Xiaoyao had said, cultivators must not be insulted, and those who insulted them were doomed to die!

Li Xiaoyao glanced at the two men, his voice calm as he asked, "Will you do it yourselves, or shall I?"

Jiang Wanhao's complexion fluctuated wildly, and suddenly he shouted, "Run!"

Li Xiaoyao was nowhere near a beginner entering the Qi-Training Mirror, he was a powerful cultivator!

Being able to kill a martial artist at the peak of the Qi-Training Mirror in one move, Li Xiaoyao's cultivation level was at least at the Condensation Realm.

Even if Jiang Wanhao and his two companions joined forces, they stood no chance against a cultivator at the Condensation Realm.

If not now, then when would they escape?

"Thinking of escaping?" Li Xiaoyao scoffed, as the Seven Star Ancient Sword already flew out from his storage ring.

"Clang!"

The ancient sword was drawn from its scabbard, transforming into a streak of cold light aiming for the sky.

Li Xiaoyao's right hand formed a seal; this was the Sword Control Nine Forms he had cultivated.

Sword Control Nine Forms: Flying Sword Form!

One sword's cold light illuminates nineteen provinces, sword energy streaks across thirty thousand Wan Li!

The people, already overwhelmed, watched as Li Xiaoyao stood like a War God on the mountainside, commanding the Seven Star Ancient Sword as if it were an extension of his arm, turning it into a streak of cold light that shot towards the two fleeing men.

"Swoosh!"

The martial artist had fled several tens of meters when an oppressive sensation came from behind. Without turning his head, he felt a coldness at his neck.

The next moment, his consciousness rapidly dissipated, his body lost control and collapsed to the ground.

The Seven Star Ancient Sword did not stop, catching up to Jiang Wanhao, and with one slash aimed at his legs.

"Ah!!!"

Jiang Wanhao let out a wretched cry as his legs were instantly severed, two streams of blood jetted out like threads, and he fell forward, collapsing to the ground.

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