544: Fenglei Pavilion, Li Moheng

Xiao Tian's words were dripping with contempt.

The Human Race's living environment was far better than that of the Yao Race. Competition among the Yao Race was severe; they faced brutal environments almost from birth. How could anyone end up like He Ming, acting like such a fool?

Putting on an air of 'the heavens are number one, the earth is number two, and I'm number three'.

He Ming was utterly enraged: "Damn it, kill him for me!"

A group of servants immediately charged at Xiao Tian, but they had only taken two steps when a loud roar rang out.

"Let's see who dares!"

Li Moheng's figure entered from the tavern. His Face was full of coldness as he released the aura of a True Immortal from within his body, creating an immensely powerful pressure.

He Ming narrowed his eyes, the veins on his forehead bulging. Had the He family's blades grown dull, or what?

How dare any random stray cat or dog think they can challenge him?

However, just as he was about to speak, he noticed the Jade Pendant at Li Moheng's waist.

Wind Thunder Pavilion!

A yellow Jade Pendant!

This was a Personal Disciple!

He Ming shuddered all over, the words that had just reached his lips were swallowed back.

Not to mention a Personal Disciple of the Wind Thunder Pavilion, even an ordinary Disciple was someone their He family couldn't afford to provoke. That was a true behemoth. And a Personal Disciple like Li Moheng basically had the backing of an Elder at the Immortal King Realm or above.

It seemed there was only one person from Wanlin City who had entered the Wind Thunder Pavilion.

Li Moheng!

The Disciple of the Seventh Elder!

And the Wind Thunder Pavilion's Seventh Elder was a powerhouse at the Immortal Lord level!

Hiss!

Many others also recognized Li Moheng's identity, gasping in shock one after another, while some were full of schadenfreude.

"He Ming has been so arrogant, today he finally kicked an iron plate."

"Li Moheng is a Personal Disciple of the Wind Thunder Pavilion. Forget about his measly He family, even the City Lord would have to treat him with the utmost respect."

"That's natural. It's said Li Moheng possesses an extremely formidable Immortal Physique. It's practically guaranteed he'll become an Immortal King in the future, with a high probability of reaching Immortal Lord. How could the He family possibly provoke such a future heavyweight?"

The He family was indeed prominent in Wanlin City, but that was only within Wanlin City.

Outside Wanlin City, the He family was nothing but a fart.

Li Moheng looked towards He Ming, his eyes filled with coldness: "So arrogant. I wonder, which of the royal family's Highnesses are you?"

Given his status, he was indeed on par with the princes of the Qingxuan Empire.

The Wind Thunder Pavilion's strength surpassed that of the Qingxuan Empire, and he was a Personal Disciple of an Elder. Disciples of this level were few and far between within the entire Wind Thunder Pavilion. The Seventh Elder had only accepted three Disciples in total, and he was one of them. This alone showed Li Moheng's weight.

He Ming's Face immediately turned somewhat ugly. Spoiled since childhood, he had initially thought of just enduring it, but upon hearing such a provocative remark, he couldn't hold back anymore.

"Li Moheng, don't be too arrogant. This is the Qingxuan Empire, not the Wind Thunder Pavilion."

Huh?

Hearing He Ming's words, the onlookers were dumbfounded.

My goodness.

Was he not clear about the situation?

This is a Personal Disciple of the Wind Thunder Pavilion, not some stray cat or dog on the street. Who are you, a mere He family Young Master, to threaten him?

Li Moheng looked at He Ming as if looking at an idiot, and his figure instantly vanished from his original spot.

"Young Master, be careful!"

One of the guards beside He Ming was a Cultivator at the True Immortal Middle Stage. Sensing something was wrong, he immediately flashed in front of He Ming.

"Bang!"

A dull, thunderous explosion erupted, accompanied by arcs of lightning. A charred figure appeared on the spot; the True Immortal Cultivator had taken a fatal blow meant for He Ming.

In truth, he himself hadn't expected Li Moheng's strike to be so terrifying. Both at the True Immortal Middle Stage, he actually couldn't even block a single move.

He Ming was also sent flying by the shockwave, blood seeping from his body, the pain nearly making him pass out.

At this moment, he finally understood Li Moheng's strength; he was absolutely no match for him.

Was this the power of a Wind Thunder Pavilion Prodigy?

What frightened He Ming the most was Li Moheng's decisiveness. He hadn't hesitated to act at all because of the He family's backing. If not for that guard just now, he would have been dead for sure.

How... how dare he!

I am a Direct Line Young Master of the He family!

Li Moheng's eyes were full of indifference. His temperament was somewhat similar to Su Chen's—amiable and approachable, but utterly ruthless towards enemies.

Although he was only a True Immortal Cultivator, if he truly unleashed his full strength, he could even fight a Grand Unity Golden Immortal at the Late Stage. Crossing Realms to kill enemies was very simple for him.

Li Moheng raised his hand and shot out a bolt of lightning, directly aiming to kill He Ming.

What kind of trash dares to bark in front of him?

He knew of the He family. In Wanlin City, they were indeed a hegemon-level force, but only within Wanlin City. In his eyes, the He family was just an extremely weak and insignificant power.

Li Moheng also despised those who bullied the weak the most, relying on oppressing the weak to gain that pitiful sense of superiority. Such people were pure trash.

Within the Wind Thunder Pavilion, his fellow Disciples took pride in challenging the strong and disdained bullying the weak.

He Ming's Face was filled with terror. He instinctively begged for mercy: "Spare me, I was wrong!"

But the lightning showed no sign of stopping, still charging towards He Ming.

However, just as it was about to reach He Ming, the lightning suddenly dissipated. A figure blocked He Ming's front. He glanced at He Ming, his expression somewhat unpleasant, then looked towards Li Moheng.

"Young Master Li, killing a member of my He family like this is going a bit too far, isn't it?"

Li Moheng narrowed his eyes.

Grand Unity Golden Immortal Late Stage!

He truly hadn't expected the He family to be so bold. Even knowing he was a Personal Disciple of the Wind Thunder Pavilion, they still dared to adopt this accusatory tone.

Could it be that the Wind Thunder Pavilion's reputation didn't reach the Qingxuan Empire?

That shouldn't be the case.

Wind Thunder Pavilion Disciples were spread all over the world; there were quite a few within the Qingxuan Empire as well. How could they not know?

Li Moheng sneered coldly: "The He family has really opened my eyes. No wonder they could teach such a character. So the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked—is this the general atmosphere of your He family?"

He Lishan's expression grew even more unpleasant. Such words spoken so directly gave their He family no Face at all.

Li Moheng's gaze turned extremely icy, a hint of disdain on his Face: "Or do you He family think you're invincible under heaven and fear no one anymore?"

He Lishan didn't dwell on this topic further. He also knew he could do nothing to Li Moheng, so he snorted coldly:

"Young Master Li is quite imposing. Consider today's matter as my He family suffering a loss. Farewell!"

With that, he intended to take He Ming and leave.

Li Moheng narrowed his eyes but didn't plan to stop them. His current strength was only at the True Immortal Realm; confronting the entire He family would still be somewhat difficult.

Unless he called for backup.

That was indeed a good method.

A voice, both arrogant and filled with ferocity, rang out.

"By the way, did I say you could leave?"

Instantly, a terrifying heavenly might descended. The two from the He family were enveloped by it, forced directly to their knees, their Faces full of pain and agony.

Even He Lishan was completely helpless under this pressure.

Xiao Tian slowly walked forward, a savage smile on his Face:

"Farewell? Where do you think you're going? Did I agree to let you leave?"