117: Go, slap him.

"Go, tell that Asura King of yours."

"This Young Master will give him a chance. Come out now and take three of my sword strikes."

"If he can withstand them, this Young Master will turn around and leave without another word."

"If he can't..."

A cold glint flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

"Then he'd better obediently kneel and kowtow, admit that everyone in the East District is trash, and then... offer up the best resources of your East District as compensation for this Young Master's hard work on this trip."

"Otherwise..."

He slowly drew the longsword from his waist. A cold light flowed along the blade, and the faint sound of wind and thunder could be heard.

"This Young Master doesn't mind personally going to your so-called Shura Hall to invite him out."

Pure humiliation!

Pure provocation!

On the city walls, the eyes of all the soldiers turned bloodshot, and their Killing Intent soared to the heavens!

But Zhao Wuji remained completely oblivious, becoming even more arrogant instead.

"What? Don't dare to go report?"

"Or is it that your Asura King has truly been so scared that he's wet his pants?"

Before his voice had even faded...

Boom!!!

A terrifying pressure, like an ancient Vicious Beast waking from its slumber, erupted from deep within Asura City!

The pressure swept through the city, the clouds in the sky shifted color, and the ground trembled slightly!

Everyone who felt this pressure, whether they were city guards or ordinary Martial Artists in the city, turned pale. Their breathing became labored, as if an invisible mountain were pressing down on their hearts!

Even Zhao Wuji, a Mid Martial King, suffered a dramatic change in expression. He retreated three steps, and the longsword in his hand buzzed and vibrated!

"This... this is..."

He looked toward the source of the pressure in disbelief.

The next moment.

A calm voice, yet one that sounded like a heavenly decree, echoed through the world.

"Where did this stray dog come from, barking in front of my Asura City gates?"

"You've disturbed my seclusion."

As soon as the voice fell...

A figure appeared out of thin air on the city watchtower like a ghost.

Black clothes, black hair, a young face, and an indifferent gaze.

It was Lin Fan!

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Zhao Wuji as if he were looking at an ant.

"Was it you just now who said I should take three of your sword strikes?"

Lin Fan tilted his head, appearing somewhat puzzled.

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

[Ding! Deterred them upon exiting seclusion, domineering counter-question, prestige value +5,000!]

[Current prestige value: 35,570 points!]

Zhao Wuji's face flushed red, a mix of shame and rage!

As an Inner Sect Disciple of the Central District's Heavenly Sword Sect, where did he go without being revered?

When had he ever been so belittled?

"You're that Lin Fan?"

Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth. "Good! Very good! Arrogant indeed!"

"In that case, don't blame this Young Master for being merciless under my blade!"

He abruptly surged his Protective Aura, and his Mid Martial King cultivation erupted completely. The longsword in his hand shone brilliantly as a terrifying hundred-zhang sword aura, containing the Law of Wind and Thunder, slashed down fiercely toward Lin Fan on the tower!

"Heavenly Sword Sect Ultimate Technique — Wind-Thunder Void-Piercing Slash!"

Everywhere the sword aura passed, space tore apart, wind and thunder roared, and the power was world-shaking!

This single strike had already reached the level of a Late-stage Martial King!

A cruel smile appeared on Zhao Wuji's face.

With this sword, he had once killed a Late-stage Martial King Vicious Beast while fighting above his level!

This Lin Fan was dead for sure!

However...

Faced with this world-destroying sword strike.

Lin Fan merely lifted his eyelids.

Then, he extended his right index finger.

He gave a light tap toward that hundred-zhang sword aura.

"Break."

Pfft.

It was as if a bubble had been popped.

The imposing hundred-zhang sword aura shattered inch by inch and vanished the moment it touched Lin Fan's fingertip!

It didn't even cause a ripple.

The smile on Zhao Wuji's face froze instantly.

His pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks, his face full of disbelief.

"No... impossible..."

Lin Fan withdrew his finger and blew off non-existent dust from his fingertip.

"Did you forget to bring your brains when you left home, or do you just not have any?"

He looked at Zhao Wuji, his eyes full of confusion. "Even a Martial Emperor is no match for me. How does a tiny little Martial King like you have the guts?"

"Do you have a hidden grandpa or a System?"

"Looking at your pathetic state, you don't seem to have either."

"I really want to know what kind of crap is inside that little head of yours!"

[Ding! Defeated the enemy with one finger, ultimate mockery, prestige value +8,000!]

[Current prestige value: 43,570 points!]

Zhao Wuji shook with rage, his eyes blood-red.

"Argh!!!"

"You bumpkin, how dare you look down on me!!!"

He went completely mad, biting the tip of his tongue and spitting a mouthful of essence blood onto his longsword!

"Sacrifice the sword with blood, burn the aura with the soul!"

"Forbidden Technique — Heavenly Sword Demon Slaying!!!"

Boom!!!

The longsword erupted with a piercing blood-red light. Zhao Wuji's aura surged wildly, instantly breaking through Mid Martial King to reach Late-stage Martial King, even touching the threshold of Peak Martial King!

Although the price was high.

At this moment, he only wanted to tear Lin Fan into ten thousand pieces!

"Die for this Young Master!!!"

The hundred-zhang blood sword, carrying the terrifying will to slay demons, slashed toward Lin Fan once more!

The power of this strike was already infinitely close to a casual blow from an Early Stage Martial Emperor!

"Now this is somewhat interesting."

Lin Fan nodded, finally looking Zhao Wuji in the eye.

Then, he slowly raised his right hand.

With his five fingers spread, he made a grasping motion toward the incoming hundred-zhang blood sword.

"Devouring Heaven Demonic Art — Myriad Transformations Returning to Origin."

Buzz!

An ink-black vortex, barely three feet in diameter, appeared in Lin Fan's palm.

The vortex rotated slowly, emitting a terrifying aura that devoured all things and annihilated Laws.

The hundred-zhang blood sword slashed into the vortex.

And then... like a clay ox entering the sea, it disappeared without a trace.

Not even a sound was made.

Zhao Wuji was stunned.

He stared blankly at his empty hands, then at the slowly dissipating black vortex in Lin Fan's palm.

"No... no... this is impossible..."

He muttered to himself, his Dao Heart nearly collapsing.

The forbidden technique he had cast by burning his Lifespan was actually... casually 'swallowed' by the opponent?!

What kind of monster was this?!

"Are you done playing?"

Lin Fan's voice pulled him back to reality.

"If you're done playing..."

Lin Fan took a step forward, and his figure instantly appeared in front of Zhao Wuji.

The distance between them was less than three feet.

"It's my turn."

Lin Fan grinned, revealing pearly white teeth.

Then, he raised his hand.

And delivered a slap.

Slap!!!!

The crisp, loud sound of the slap echoed through the city gates!

Zhao Wuji was sent spinning and flying like a kite with a broken string. He traced a graceful arc in the air before finally crashing into a mountain wall three miles away with a 'boom,' embedded so deep he couldn't be pried out.

Afterward, Lin Fan beckoned to the Captain of the Personal Guards.

The captain looked at Lin Fan with a face full of adoration.

Lin Fan patted the captain's shoulder and said, "Go, give him a slap!"

"Yes!!!"

The captain was incredibly excited.

[Ding! Slapped away a Central District Prodigy, won the subordinates' hearts, prestige value +10,000!]

[Current prestige value: 53,570 points!]

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