1933 The Power of Wutian Mo (1/2)
Wutian Mo walked behind Qingfeng Li and, like a servant, stood there dutifully. The scene put an expression of shock on the faces of all the self-cultivators gathered around.
The name Wutian Mo was renowned across the Crimson Fire Continent. He had once slain tens of millions of self-cultivators to earn the title of the Number One Devil. In addition to his own immense strength, he also held the command of all two hundred devils on the Devil Rankings.
Even the ruler of Mars, the Crimson Fire Monarch, had once extended an olive branch to Wutian Mo, wanting him to work under him. However, as far as Wutian Mo was concerned, he only had one master, the Conqueror Third Master Li.
After Wutian Mo received the Saint's teachings and began practicing the Saint level technique, his strength grew at an unprecedented rate. However, to him, the Conqueror was still his master. And as the Conqueror's son, Qingfeng Li was naturally his Young Master.
Biao Huo's face grew green and pale intermittently; he knew that he was in trouble. This was someone who was able to make Wutian Mo fall to his knees, that was more than Biao Huo could ever claim.
He drew in a deep breath and, suppressing the shock in him, spoke, ”Qingfeng Li, my son is at fault for what just happened. I apologize. Please, let my son go.”
Hearing Biao Huo apologizing to Qingfeng Li and asking him to let his son go, the surrounding self-cultivators were all dumbstruck.
Biao Huo was the Monarch of a top-tier dynasty. He was proud and arrogant, and one of the top dozen masters of the entire continent. But now, he was apologizing to another man.
Of course, everyone around them knew why he was doing this. It was all because of Wutian Mo.
Qingfeng Li looked to Biao Huo, then to Zikun Huo, who was still hanging from his hand. ”Let your son go?” he finally spoke. ”You really think that's going to happen?”
Zikun Huo's neck was still firmly within the grasp of Qingfeng Li's right hand. He could hardly even breathe; his face was red from the lack of oxygen. However, his expression was one of utter terror.
If he had known sooner what kind of background Qingfeng Li had, he would have sooner died than try to pick a fight with him.
Zikun Huo opened his mouth and spoke with great difficulty, ”Qingfeng Li, I was in the wrong. Let me go. I promise, I won't give gifts to the women by your side ever again.”
Qingfeng Li shook his head. ”It's too late to beg for mercy now,” he said. ”I've already given you a chance. I told you to get lost, yet you didn't. Now, you no longer have the option.”
CRACK!
Qingfeng Li applied pressure to his grip, snapping Zikun Huo's neck with a loud crack. Then, he threw the body onto the ground, not giving it another glance.
To Qingfeng Li, killing Zikun Huo was as easy as squishing an ant.
Not long ago, he had slaughtered the Monarch of the Wind Eagle Top-Tier Dynasty, along with all the self-cultivators allied with him. This included the nobility, the thanes of countless sects, and even the Sword Monarch. What was Zikun Huo before him? He was a nobody. He was dead the moment he crossed Qingfeng Li.
Seeing his own son's neck being snapped by Qingfeng Li, Biao Huo's expression changed to one of anger. There were flames of rage in his eyes, along with an icy killing intent.
A moment later, Biao Huo suppressed all traces of the killing intent in his eyes. He knew that this man before him was no simple character. Not only was he strong, he also had the support of Wutian Mo, the Number One Devil on the Devil Rankings. He could not afford to make enemies of them.
Qingfeng Li gazed toward Biao Huo. ”You hold resentment for me,” he said calmly, ”along with killing intent. You want to get revenge and kill me someday, don't you?”
Hearing this, Biao Huo hurriedly shook his head. ”No,” he said. ”It was my son who was blind enough to offend you. He deserved to die. If there is nothing else, I'll be going.”
As the Monarch of a top-tier dynasty, Biao Huo was a man capable of swallowing his pride. He knew that it was never too late to get revenge later.