“He can project his true qi outward—he’s a martial arts grandmaster!”
A terrified voice cried out. Chief Li was trembling with fear.
At this moment, he was gnashing his teeth in hatred. Why couldn’t the Guo family just stay out of trouble? They had actually provoked a martial arts grandmaster.
More police officers also realized how terrifying Jiang Tian was and retreated one after another, holding their shields.
“Those who offend me shall be killed without mercy!”
“The Guo family broke their word and deceived and insulted me! Today, I will destroy the Guo family. Everyone who remains in the Guo residence is someone I will kill. Unrelated people, get out immediately. Singapore police officers who want to live—take off your uniforms, throw down your weapons, spit on them three times, and I’ll spare your lives!”
Jiang Tian’s majestic and cold voice spread throughout the entire Guo family estate.
Like an emperor commanding the world, or a demon god overawing all living beings—majestic and utterly ruthless.
Jiang Tian had no respect or fear for the Singapore police.
They were nothing but running dogs and falcons kept by big capitalists like the Guo family, twisting right and wrong from beginning to end, aiding the wicked. Jiang Tian feared them not at all.
“Run!”
How could these police officers take Jiang Tian’s warning to heart? In their minds, Jiang Tian was a demon god. Right now they just wanted to save their own lives—who had the mood to protect the Guo family?
The Guo family didn’t even pay their wages.
But five or six police officers, before they could escape the estate, were pierced through the chest by a black sword light and fell to the ground.
“Didn’t you hear what I said?” Jiang Tian sneered.
The remaining officers who wanted to keep fleeing gasped sharply, scared out of their wits, and stopped in their tracks.
A few clever officers seemed to remember what Jiang Tian had said earlier. They immediately tore off their police uniforms, threw them on the ground, spat on them several times, stomped on them a few times, and then carefully fled toward the gate.
Soon these people discovered that everyone who threw their uniforms on the ground, stomped on them, and spat on them was not killed—they escaped instead.
With such an example, the officers behind them learned quickly. One after another they took off their clothes and threw them on the ground. Some Singapore officers, to curry favor with Jiang Tian, even shouted things like “The Guo family is a bunch of bastards” and “The Singapore police are trash,” and some even urinated on their uniforms.
Many female officers, no longer caring about the male officers’ behavior or about saving face, also took off their uniforms, revealing fair skin, spat a few times, and turned to flee.
As for the wealthy businessmen and socialites, needless to say, they were scared out of their wits, squealing and shrieking, scrambling toward the estate gate.
The seven- or eight-meter-wide gate actually became congested, and a stampede broke out.
Some people had no choice but to climb over the iron fence or crawl out through the sewers, abandoning all dignity.
A few officers who tried to slip through unnoticed could not escape Jiang Tian’s divine consciousness and were instantly beheaded.
Still, the Guo family was the Guo family after all—they had raised some loyal death squads. There were a dozen or so elite bodyguards, including several martial artists with iron-body internal energy and a few spell masters at the Entry level. Even after Jiang Tian displayed such astonishing strength, they still loyally protected their masters and charged at Jiang Tian.
But before Jiang Tian, they couldn’t even last a single exchange—he raised his hand and cut them down.
Jiang Tian cut a bloody path all the way. Whoever resisted was killed immediately, and he continuously threw out fireball talismans. One villa after another billowed with thick black smoke from the fireballs he sent out.
What had been a joyous birthday banquet instantly turned into a hellish slaughterhouse—a scene of chaos and devastation, filled with screams and wails.
“Stop, Jiang Taichu! You’ve gone too far! One must know when to stop. You’ve already killed so many people—do you want to make an enemy of all of Singapore?”
Just as Jiang Tian’s flying sword swept up trails of blood and cut its way to the main building complex, about to strike down Guo Shihai, a tall figure suddenly appeared twenty meters in front of Jiang Tian, blocking his way like a ghost.
“Heh heh, minor accomplishment in the Transformation Realm—you think you can stop me?”
“You know I’m Jiang Taichu, yet you don’t scram immediately?”
Jiang Tian held the blood-stained small black flying sword casually and looked at Wang Zhibo with disdain, sneering.
He had killed Lin Zhenyu, who was at the peak of the Transformation Realm. He had killed Hong Tianzhao and Mo Haoxiong, who were at the major accomplishment level, with a flick of his fingers. Someone like Wang Zhibo—a newly promoted grandmaster who had just stepped into the minor accomplishment stage of the Transformation Realm—was nothing in his eyes. Not even worth a fart.
“My name is Wang Zhibo. My great-grandfather is Wang Chongyan, president of the Singapore Chinese Association. With one word from him, martial arts and spell masters from all over Nanyang will gather. Even with all the power in the world, you won’t leave Singapore alive!”
Wang Zhibo sneered arrogantly.
Buzz!
Jiang Tian flicked his finger on the small black flying sword. A massive battle intent rose from his body, and he sneered disdainfully, “Heh heh, Wang Zhibo, I came to Singapore this time precisely to kill Wang Chongyan. You’ve come at just the right time! Since you’re here, good—I’ll kill you first and provoke Wang Chongyan into coming out!”
“Fine, Jiang Taichu. You’re arrogant indeed. Today I’ll see just how capable you really are!”
Wang Zhibo snorted coldly. His hands danced in circular motions, and clumps of green aura suddenly condensed in his palms.
In that instant, Jiang Tian’s divine consciousness detected that the many large trees, flowers, and greenery throughout the vast estate were withering and dying—their wood-attribute essence had been completely absorbed by him.
“Yi Wood Qi Weapons—Ten Thousand Arrows Piercing the Heart!”
Under Wang Zhibo’s urging, within a radius of five or six li, green Yi Wood essence surged in ceaselessly from heaven and earth, transforming in his hands into countless arrows that shot toward Jiang Tian in a dense, overwhelming barrage.
If any spell master were present, their heart would surely pound and they would be deeply shaken—Wang Zhibo was actually one of those extremely rare dual cultivators of both spells and martial arts.
The technique he used to condense the Yi Wood essence was spellcraft, while condensing ten thousand arrows to pierce the void was genuine martial arts.
Precisely because of this, he could draw upon wood-attribute essence ten times stronger than his own cultivation level, allowing him to kill opponents above his level. Even if Lin Zhenyu or Hong Tianzhao came back to life, they would have to be cautious against this move.
“Ten Thousand Arrows Piercing the Heart! Wang Zhibo is going all out!” Someone from the Guo family exclaimed inside the villa.
“This time, that arrogant brat from the mainland is dead for sure!”
Seeing this, Guo Junfeng was overjoyed, his eyes filled with anticipation and excitement.
“Ah, our marriage alliance with the Wang family has finally given us a true pillar of support!” Guo Shihai was also invigorated, his worries set at ease.
After today’s events, he had come to realize even more the importance of spellcraft and martial arts.
He swore to himself that in the future he would treat the Wang family well. For this marriage, he wouldn’t ask for a single cent of bride price—he’d even throw in a billion or so in shares.
“Is this my future husband? So strong!”
Seeing this spectacular scene, Guo Lili was also overjoyed, as if she had found a treasure.
“Hmm, not bad. Your Wang family’s spellcraft does have its unique merits—a notch or two above Lingnan spellcraft, even. Your overall strength might even be comparable to Wei Shuofeng!”
Seeing this, Jiang Tian’s heart stirred slightly, and he nodded.
Wei Shuofeng had drawn upon the earth energy of Tingchao Mountain relying on a Xuanhuang Thick Earth pottery jar. Moreover, his martial arts school was originally on Tingchao Mountain, which he had cultivated day and night for decades without pause—otherwise, he couldn’t have drawn upon it either.
Even he couldn’t wield spells as smoothly and effortlessly as Wang Zhibo. In terms of true spellcraft cultivation, Wei Shuofeng was actually slightly inferior to Wang Zhibo.
“What a pity—you ran into me today. Go die!”
A cold sneer rose in Jiang Tian’s heart. With a zip, the small black flying sword broke the sound barrier and shot out.
Fast!
Fast as lightning!
Fast to the extreme!
The most terrifying thing about the small black flying sword was its speed—more than ten times faster than Ten Thousand Arrows Piercing the Heart.
The Ten Thousand Arrows Piercing the Heart had only traveled half its distance, still ten meters from Jiang Tian, when the small black flying sword had already reached Wang Zhibo’s eyes.
“How is this possible!”
Wang Zhibo was shocked beyond belief, his expression changing drastically, screaming wildly in his heart.
Even as his body retreated explosively, his hands flew, forming a hand seal. In a flash, a small green shield condensed before him, trying to withstand the flying sword’s power.
But how powerful was the small black flying sword? It was a peerless divine weapon from the Immortal Ruins Realm, capable of killing even peerless demon immortals like the Battle Sage Ape Qi Aosheng. Wang Zhibo merely knew a few superficial spells—how could he possibly resist?
With an extremely piercing zip, the green shield was easily pierced by the small black flying sword, which stabbed heavily into his chest.
At that moment, a protective jade pendant at his waist also flashed with brilliant light, forming a golden barrier to shield him.
But the small black flying sword was too powerful—even the protective jade talisman personally refined by Wang Chongyan was far from enough.
With a thunderous boom, like a grenade exploding, the barrier shattered.
Pfft!
Wang Zhibo spewed blood and flew backward like a dead dog, landing on the ground unable to get up.
At this point, how could he still look the least bit elegant and handsome?
His chest was torn open, his whole body covered in blood, his face grimy, his hair scorched and dry—he looked like a beggar.
And that was only because his family’s protective jade talisman had blocked part of the sword qi. Otherwise, he would have been pierced through and reduced to dust long ago.
“So? Do you think you, Wang Zhibo—or your Wang family, or the Singapore Chinese Association—have what it takes to challenge me?”
Under everyone’s horrified gazes, Jiang Tian walked over lazily with his hands behind his back, sneering mockingly.
“My great-grandfather is Wang Chongyan. You…”
At this point, Wang Zhibo was gravely wounded, blood pouring continuously from his mouth. He didn’t even have the strength to move a finger. It was unclear whether these words were a threat or a plea for mercy.
“I know. You already said so… but so what?”
Jiang Tian couldn’t be bothered to figure out his meaning. He raised his hand and flicked his finger, sending a finger-light through the air.
“Ah!”
Wang Zhibo let out a miserable scream. A bloody hole instantly appeared in the center of his forehead, his eyes still wide open.
It seemed that even at the moment of death, he couldn’t believe Jiang Tian had actually dared to kill him.
“Wang Zhibo is dead?”
In fact, Guo Shihai, Guo Junfeng, the many Guo family members, and the guests in the hall who hadn’t yet fled were all dumbstruck.
Wang Zhibo was Wang Chongyan’s direct great-grandson and had inherited his legacy. His fame spread far and wide, overawing all of Southeast Asia—yet Jiang Tian had killed him with a flick of his fingers, as casually as swatting a fly, without a care in the world.
“Husband…” Guo Lili burst into tears, her heart pierced with grief like a knife.
“Who on earth is he? How is he so powerful?”
Guo Shihai, coming back to his senses, turned deathly pale, utterly panicked, no longer able to keep his composure.
He was on good terms with Wang Chongyan and knew many martial arts and spell masters. He was a man of broad experience, yet what he had witnessed today could still be called the most incredible thing in his entire life.
Jiang Tian had stomped his foot and sent armored anti-riot vehicles flying, killed three helicopters with a flick of his fingers, and routed over a hundred fully armed Singapore police officers. Such bearing was truly like that of a god.
