15: Easily crush

Looking at the arrogant Martial Artist, Shen Xi shook his head helplessly.

"I never sigh for myself, but rather for you."

His eyes gradually turned cold and cruel.

He had initially thought of making a good deal with the Martial Artist, which could have led to a win-win situation.

But it seemed that was no longer possible.

Indeed, in the wilderness, the fist is the hard truth; if a problem can be solved with fists, there's no need to consider sitting down to negotiate.

Hearing this, the Martial Artist laughed even more wildly.

"Hahaha! Pity me? Your life is in my hands now. You're not pitying yourself, wondering if you can keep your life, yet you pity me? Are you perhaps scared out of your mind?"

He looked at Shen Xi with an expression as if he were looking at an idiot.

However, seeing that Shen Xi's gaze remained unchanged, still cold and cruel, the Martial Artist couldn't hold back any longer.

His face instantly fell: "You fool who doesn't know what's good for him, I gave you a chance and you didn't cherish it. Since that's the case, there's no need for you to live. The stealth potion and the heavenly spirit stone will all be mine."

Beside him, his subordinates also chimed in.

"Provoking Brother Li is the biggest mistake you've ever made in your life."

"If I were you, I'd immediately kneel and kowtow to apologize. Maybe then you'd have a chance to live."

"Why bother talking nonsense with this idiot? Just break his arms and legs and throw him into the swamp."

"That's right, in an environment like the swamp, his wounds will definitely fester and stink, and he'll die in endless agony."

As the subordinates spoke, they attacked Shen Xi.

Gleaming blades and flashing swords, various weapons were wielded by the subordinates with a flourish.

With their tacit cooperation, even against a Martial Artist at the Initial Stage of Yuanqi, they could make the opponent suffer greatly.

Unfortunately, Shen Xi was not at the Initial Stage of Yuanqi.

"Benlei Eight Styles!"

Shen Xi unleashed the Benlei Eight Styles, his already swift figure now like a phantom.

He weaved through the subordinates' attacks at will, and with every move, a subordinate crashed to the ground.

In just a few short minutes, all nine subordinates lay on the ground.

Shen Xi stepped on the head of a tall and burly subordinate, looking down from above and saying, "Was it you who wanted to break my arms and legs just now?"

Crack!

Before the subordinate could answer, Shen Xi stomped down hard, and the opponent's arm broke.

Then another kick, breaking the opponent's leg.

Gulp!

Only then did the Martial Artist finally react, belatedly, and swallowed hard.

These were nine experts at the Blood Refining and Energy Transformation Realm!

When working together, even the Martial Artist could only barely fight them to a draw.

Yet Shen Xi had dealt with them all in a few minutes?

Moreover, this was a one-sided crushing, Shen Xi had not a single scratch on him, as easy as eating and drinking.

What kind of monster was this guy?

The Martial Artist vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

Shen Xi's strength was even more terrifying than he had imagined.

"Next, it's your turn."

Having dealt with the subordinates, Shen Xi naturally wouldn't let the Martial Artist off.

He pushed off the ground with one foot, charging towards the Martial Artist like an arrow released from a bowstring.

"Damn it!"

The Martial Artist gripped his saber tightly and slashed fiercely at Shen Xi.

A three-meter-long saber aura, with an unstoppable momentum, aimed to cut off Shen Xi's head.

"Is that all you've got?"

Shen Xi sneered, directly smashing out a punch, shattering the saber aura.

Then, he arrived in front of the Martial Artist.

Bang!

In front of the Benlei Eight Styles, the Martial Artist was no different from a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

With just one move, he was knocked down.

"You are an expert at the Minor Completion of Vital Energy Realm?"

By now, how could the Martial Artist not understand Shen Xi's strength?

The opponent was one minor Realm higher than him.

On the Martial Dao path, the higher are like immortals, the lower are like mortals; a higher Realm can be said to be a one-sided crushing of a lower Realm.

Even if it was just one minor Realm, it was a chasm the Martial Artist could not cross.

Those who could achieve victory over a superior were all Geniuses.

Clearly, the Martial Artist was not a Genius.

"What!"

Wang Xiangui, who had been looking for an opportunity to escape, couldn't help but shriek.

Not long ago, Shen Xi was only at the Initial Stage of Yuanqi Realm; in just a few days, he had crossed another minor Realm?

Why was his Cultivation speed so fast?

One must know that, without the aid of Heaven And Earth Treasure, over ninety-nine percent of Martial Artists could only barely step into the Initial Stage of Yuanqi Realm in their entire lives.

And once one reached the Yuanqi Realm, to Breakthrough a minor Realm, even with external help, it would take at least several years.

Shen Xi's Cultivation speed was too astonishing!

"Only realizing it now is a bit too late."

Shen Xi grinned, his smile carrying cruelty.

"No, don't kill me. I'm willing to cooperate with you. No, I'm willing to honor you as my superior and submit to you, as long as you spare my dog's life."

The Martial Artist lay on the ground, begging like a stray dog.

"It's too late. I gave you a chance, but you were blinded by greed and gave up that opportunity."

Shen Xi showed no mercy; he knew that if he wasn't strong enough, he would be the one groveling on the ground, wagging his tail.

Moreover, the Martial Artist would not have spared him either.

"However, I can let you die a quicker death, as long as you tell me all the information about the wilderness people and this Forbidden Ground, truthfully."

This was precisely the purpose of Shen Xi's earlier intention to cooperate with the Martial Artist.

He was curious about the people in the wilderness and wanted to know why the Martial Artist and his group dared to openly enter the Forbidden Ground.

If he could achieve cooperation without shedding blood, Shen Xi truly didn't intend to act.

After all, he was also worried that the Martial Artist might deceive him.

Information obtained through cooperation was clearly more reliable than information obtained by force.

But since the Martial Artist gave up, Shen Xi could only solve the problem with force.

"You're going to kill me anyway, why should I tell you?"

The Martial Artist knew he was doomed to die, and his attitude became much tougher.

Even if he died, he wouldn't let Shen Xi get his wish.

"You overestimate yourself too much, and underestimate me too much."

"What did you guys say just now? Break my arms and legs, throw me into the swamp, and let me rot and stink, right?"

"I could certainly take a page from your book and apply it to you, exactly as you said. I wonder if you can endure it."

"Of course, don't worry, I would never be so kind as to let you die so easily. I will provide you with food and Origin Qi every day, to keep you alive for as long as possible."

Shen Xi spoke the most cruel words in the calmest tone.

The Martial Artist shivered, a chill running down his spine.

Was this person a devil?

To think of such a vicious method.

To torture him in this way would be worse than death.