"No, no, no, I don’t believe it." Murong Ziqi’s face was ferocious. He was groomed by the Murong Family; how could he be inferior to a commoner?
With a twisted expression, Murong Ziqi gripped his Purple Soft Sword tightly as his Inner Strength surged, pushing his aura to its peak. Then, the Purple Soft Sword shot forward like a venomous snake darting from its hole, tearing toward Wu Tian. WHOOSH! The blade cut through the air, letting out a strange, hissing sound.
Wu Tian made his move. Just as the Soft Sword neared him, he flicked a finger against the blade.
CLANG!
The Soft Sword vibrated violently.
The next moment, Murong Ziqi staggered back repeatedly, almost losing his grip on the Purple Soft Sword.
Wu Tian’s lips curled into a smile. "Is this the Swordsmanship your Sword Emperor master taught you? Disappointing, truly disappointing."
Murong Ziqi might be a standout among his generation, but he’s nothing to me. This city is a bit boring. What about the world outside it? Is something else hidden out there? That was what Wu Tian wanted to find out.
"You... you insult me?" Murong Ziqi roared in anger, preparing to use the Swordsmanship taught to him by the Sword Emperor.
Wu Tian shook his head and walked straight up to him, pointing a finger at Murong Ziqi. The gesture looked light and without much force, seemingly easy to counter.
As Murong Ziqi raised his Purple Soft Sword to block, Wu Tian’s finger connected with the blade.
CLANG!
A powerful shock ran through Murong Ziqi’s hand, splitting the webbing between his thumb and forefinger and sending blood dripping to the floor. Fear mounted in his heart. His hand had gone numb and was now trembling with fear. Bright red blood streamed from the wound.
"How is this possible... How can he be so strong?" Murong Ziqi was horrified beyond measure, his scalp tingling with fear. He’s going to kill me! I never could have imagined that a light flick of a finger could possess such lethal power. It’s simply inconceivable. Could even my master, the Sword Emperor, do something like this? If the Sword Emperor himself had told me this was possible, I would have dismissed it as a fairy tale.
But this was only the beginning.
SWOOSH!
As if toying with a small animal, Wu Tian pointed his finger again.
With this single motion, CLANG! The Purple Soft Sword shattered, unable to withstand the force.
Wu Tian pointed a third time.
CRACK!
Murong Ziqi tried to block with his fist, only for the bones in his hand to be pulverized.
When Wu Tian raised his finger again, Murong Ziqi panicked, cold sweat pouring down his face. If this continues, I’m going to die.
Desperate, Murong Ziqi tried to flee, but there was no escape. Wu Tian pointed his finger one last time. With a sickening sound, Murong Ziqi spat a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward, utterly powerless to resist.
Now, Murong Ziqi lay collapsed on the ground, gasping breathlessly.
"How... How could the gap be so vast?"
"No... don’t kill me," Murong Ziqi pleaded from the ground, his eyes filled with immense shock and terror. I can’t believe this day has come... to be so easily defeated, to be killed like an ant. The blow is too terrifying, too heavy. I can’t accept this. I don’t want to die... I worked so hard to get to where I am today. I am the Murong Family’s best hope in this era for restoring our nation. How can I die here?

"Is... is this really Wu Tian?" Zheng Tianshi and Hong Mei had witnessed Wu Tian’s Medical Technique, but they had never seen him fight. Upon seeing this, their eyes filled with disbelief. My God! Is this man even human?
This... this is a monster!
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