“Kill me? Kid, aren’t you afraid of your tongue getting twisted by the wind?”
Fu Biao was furious, his murderous aura boiling over. His frostbitten face twisted in rage, making him look even more terrifying.
“What’s so strange about killing you?”
Jiang Tian leisurely stepped forward, his tone dripping with disdain:
“A mere inner strength practitioner, what’s so great about that? Even if your master came in person, I could still crush him with a single slap!”
“You’ve got a death wish! Fine, today I’ll slaughter all of you to uphold the prestige of my sect!”
Fu Biao clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with killing intent. He looked like a ferocious tiger ready to pounce on its prey.
In his mind, his master was like a god—someone who could walk on water, scale walls, condense qi into blades, and strike enemies from a distance. His master could even punch through an armored vehicle with a single blow.
In all of China, his master could roam freely, laughing and chatting without fear. Yet, this brat in front of him dared to insult his master. He deserved to be ground to dust!
“Jiang Tian, shut up! If you want to die, don’t drag us into it!”
“Master Fu, it’s only Jiang Tian who disrespected you. We’ve already submitted. Please spare us!”
Seeing Fu Biao’s murderous rage, the members of Zhenwei Martial Arts School quickly turned on Jiang Tian, kneeling and begging for mercy.
“See? This is the attitude you should have.”
Fu Biao smirked in satisfaction, pointing at Jiang Tian with contempt.
“You ignorant brat, you have no idea how vast the world is. My master is a martial arts grandmaster. You’re not even worth a single hair on his head!”
“A martial arts grandmaster? In my eyes, he’s nothing but trash!” Jiang Tian sneered, then flicked his finger.
The Eighteen Techniques of Immortal Martial Arts: Sever the Galaxy!
Whoosh!
True essence condensed and took shape, forming a massive sword about seven to eight meters long. It swept across the room like a blade cutting through water.
Boom!
The wall beside Jiang Tian was sliced open, collapsing completely. A gust of wind rushed in, sending dust flying everywhere.
Wherever the sword passed, everything was reduced to rubble, leaving a scene of utter devastation.
When the dust settled, everyone stared at the gaping hole in the wall, their hearts pounding in fear. Their eyes bulged, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, and their mouths hung open wide enough to fit a fist.
“Heavens, condensing qi into a weapon, and such a powerful and terrifying sword…”
Li Zhenwei muttered in a daze, trembling as if he had seen a god. “Could he be a legendary martial arts grandmaster?”
A martial arts grandmaster, someone who could condense qi into blades and strike enemies from a distance, was an existence as rare as a phoenix feather. In all of China, there were only a handful of such individuals.
They were all powerful figures who could stand shoulder-to-shoulder with provincial leaders. Even these renowned grandmasters could only produce a few wind blades that vanished in an instant.
But Jiang Tian had condensed qi into a tangible sword, its power so immense it seemed capable of splitting the heavens!
If this wasn’t a martial arts grandmaster, then who could be called one?
“I have a sword that can sever the galaxy.”
Jiang Tian smiled faintly, retracting the sword and standing with his hands behind his back. “Do I now have the qualifications to face your master?”
“Is he even human?” Long Wu, Long Gaitian, and Li Zhenwei stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what they had just witnessed.
“Condensing a seven to eight-meter-long sword with a flick of his hand… it’s like a demon god has descended!” The disciples of Zhenwei Martial Arts School were completely dumbfounded.
Jiang Tian’s strength was beyond anything they could have imagined.
“Grandmaster Jiang, you’re awe-inspiring!” Sister Dongdong cheered, instantly becoming Jiang Tian’s most devoted fan.
“Condensing qi into a weapon… a martial arts grandmaster!”
Fu Biao was already terrified out of his wits by Jiang Tian’s display of power. Cold sweat poured down his face.
The difference between a martial arts master and a grandmaster was like the difference between heaven and earth. If he were to fight Jiang Tian, he wouldn’t last a single move before being killed.
Fu Biao had spent his early years on the streets before becoming a disciple of a martial arts grandmaster. He had experienced countless battles and knew when to retreat. He wasn’t one to fight a losing battle.
Without a second thought, he kicked off the ground, using the force to propel himself like a meteor through the window. He landed ten meters away and began sprinting for his life.
“A martial arts grandmaster in his twenties? Impossible!”
As the scenery blurred past him, Fu Biao’s mind raced. “My master trained for decades in the Siberian plateau with the resources of the Russian Northern Army. He only reached the grandmaster level at seventy! This kid can’t be human. He’s a demon, a god!”
Driven by extreme fear, Fu Biao ran even faster, covering a hundred meters in the blink of an eye.
“Tsk, tsk. It’s too late to run now.”
Jiang Tian stood by the window, shaking his head with a bitter smile. He raised his jade-white fist and threw a punch in the direction of Fu Biao’s fleeing figure.
A hundred meters away, Fu Biao’s chest suddenly caved in as if struck by an invisible force. He spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground like a dead dog, motionless.
“A grandmaster is truly extraordinary!”
“Condensing qi into a fist, killing from a hundred meters away… So the legends are true. Seeing this today, I can die without regrets!”
Li Zhenwei smiled, his grin growing wider and wider. Though he didn’t make a sound, the joy in his heart was unmistakable.
He had never seen a true grandmaster before, only heard rumors. His own cultivation had stagnated at the inner strength level for over a decade, and he had even begun to doubt if these legends were just fabrications.
But today, he believed!
Downstairs, Zhou Zhenghao was clutching his buttocks, groaning as he tried to stand up. When he saw what had happened, his jaw dropped.
“What the hell? Fu Biao’s dead? Did he get sniped? Does Brother Wu have that kind of firepower?”
Limping over, he kicked Fu Biao’s body a few times, cursing. “You bastard! You threw me! My ass is almost broken, you son of a bitch!”
“Boss Zhou, he’s not completely dead yet. Be careful!” Jiang Tian’s voice echoed from afar.
“Ahhh!”
Zhou Zhenghao jumped three feet in the air, then bolted back to the building like he was running from a snake.
“Brother Wu, who killed Fu Biao? We must reward them heavily!” Zhou Zhenghao exclaimed excitedly as he entered the building.
Jiang Tian rolled his eyes. “Boss Zhou, it seems you didn’t have much faith in me. Did you bring me here just to watch?”
“What? You killed him? You’re stronger than Master Li Zhenwei?” Zhou Zhenghao looked dumbfounded.
“Boss Zhou, what are you saying? How could I dare compare myself to Grandmaster Jiang? You’re trying to get me killed!”
Li Zhenwei quickly waved his hands in denial, then knelt before Jiang Tian like a devout believer, his face filled with shame and nervousness.
“Grandmaster Jiang, please forgive this old fool for not recognizing your true strength.”
“Grandmaster Jiang!”
“Grandmaster Jiang, we bow to you!”
The disciples of Zhenwei Martial Arts School all knelt down, their faces filled with reverence and awe.
In the world of martial artists, strength was everything. Jiang Tian’s power was beyond their comprehension, and their worship was genuine.
“Grandmaster Jiang, please take me as your disciple!” Long Gaitian also knelt, his voice filled with fervent hope.
Jiang Tian, however, was not one to hold grudges. He helped Li Zhenwei to his feet and said gently, “Master Li, there’s no need to apologize. Please, stand up.”
“Grandmaster Jiang, how could I dare call myself a master in your presence…” Li Zhenwei was utterly impressed, his admiration for Jiang Tian boundless.
At such a young age, Jiang Tian possessed unimaginable power, yet he remained humble and approachable. This kind of temperament was something Li Zhenwei had failed to cultivate in decades of martial arts practice.
“It seems you’ve suffered some internal injuries. Let me write you a prescription to help you recover.”
Jiang Tian set Li Zhenwei’s broken bones, secured them with a splint, and then found pen and paper to write out a prescription.
Watching Jiang Tian write with fluid strokes, Li Zhenwei was moved to tears. He bowed deeply, his voice trembling with respect.
“Grandmaster Jiang, today I was disrespectful to you, yet you still treated my injuries. Your magnanimity and generosity are truly… truly…”
He choked up, overwhelmed with emotion. At this moment, he would have gladly died for Jiang Tian.
“We’re all martial artists. No need to stand on ceremony.”
Jiang Tian waved his hand with a smile, then handed the prescription to Li Zhenwei.
“Master Li, take one dose a day. In a month, your strength should recover by seventy to eighty percent.”
“Thank you, Grandmaster Jiang! I will never forget your kindness!” Li Zhenwei knelt again, leaving Jiang Tian with no choice but to accept his gratitude.
“Grandmaster Jiang, your skills are truly awe-inspiring! Please, let’s move to the front villa. We’ll reopen the banquet and have a proper drink!”
With the enemy defeated, Long Wu’s heart was finally at ease. He bowed and gestured for Jiang Tian to lead the way, his face filled with flattery.
Long Wu, the underground emperor of Linzhou, was nearly fifty years old and usually commanded great respect. But in front of Jiang Tian, he acted like a humble servant, which was quite a sight.
“Alright, I am a bit hungry…” Jiang Tian nodded slightly, and Long Wu quickly led the way.
Though Li Zhenwei was seriously injured, he couldn’t pass up the chance to connect with a prodigy like Jiang Tian. He insisted on joining the banquet.
In a lavishly decorated dining room, under the glow of a crystal chandelier, a large rotating table was laden with delicacies and fine wines worth hundreds of thousands.
Long Wu, Zhou Zhenghao, Long Gaitian, and Li Zhenwei sat around Jiang Tian, toasting and expressing their admiration.
Long Gaitian, a prominent young master of Linzhou, could only serve Jiang Tian by pouring his wine.
“Grandmaster Jiang, from now on, you are my elder brother. The hundreds of brothers in the Longwei Association will follow your commands!”
Long Wu thumped his chest, his face filled with excitement and reverence. “Grandmaster Jiang, if you’re willing, you can be the chairman of the Longwei Association. I’ll give you half of my assets!”
