104: Chapter 104 A Four-Year-Old Sword Immortal, His Sword Intent Shocks Even Immortals

That childish voice, however, was laced with a chill.

Like a clap of thunder.

It echoed before the white jade steps of the Southern Heaven Gate.

The boisterous laughter stopped.

The smiles on Wang Teng and his group of lackeys froze.

They looked toward the source of the voice.

From the deep, dark gateway, a small figure walked out.

A toddler of about four years old.

Dressed in simple cloth robes, with a cute appearance and clear, bright eyes.

He was dragging a sword in his hand.

A wooden sword about as tall as he was.

To call it a sword was being generous; it was just a wooden stick whittled relatively straight.

Seeing such a little thing, Wang Teng and his group were stunned for a moment.

Their tense nerves relaxed again.

"Hahaha! I wondered who it was; it's just an unweaned brat!"

"Is there no one else in this crappy place? You let a toddler come out?"

A sleazy-looking lackey laughed the most exaggeratedly, pointing at Li Changsheng to flatter Wang Teng.

"Young Lord, look, this Daoist temple even provides a young boy; it's perfect to catch and take back to serve you tea and pour water."

Wang Teng revealed an arrogant smile again.

He had just been scolded by a remnant soul and was feeling angry.

Now that he saw the main person was just a brat, he felt even more that this errand was a blessing sent by the Heavens.

"Little thing, where are your elders?"

Wang Teng didn't take him seriously at all.

He was too lazy to go down the steps, so he just stood there and asked.

Li Changsheng ignored him.

His gaze passed over the group and landed on the old soldier's remnant soul in the distance that was about to dissipate.

He frowned.

Though young, he was born a Sword Embryo, and his mind was clearer than anyone else's.

He could feel the weakness of the old man's soul body as it was about to dissipate.

He could also see the unmasked evil in this group of people.

He didn't like it.

"You shouldn't have hit him."

Li Changsheng raised his head, looked at Wang Teng, and said word by word.

His voice was childish.

But in those clear eyes, there was none of the innocence or fear that a child should have.

Only a sense of calm.

His extraordinary calmness made Wang Teng feel a bit uneasy.

But he was in the Late Stage of the True Immortal realm.

Behind him was an Immortal King Family.

This slight sense of weirdness was quickly cast to the back of his mind.

"Oh? I shouldn't have hit him?"

Wang Teng smiled contemptuously.

"So what if I did? Little thing, do you still want to stand up for him?"

He became interested in teasing the other party.

"Come here, kowtow to this Young Lord, and maybe if I'm in a good mood, I'll spare this old ghost."

He reached out towards Li Changsheng, wanting to pinch that tender little face.

"Come, let this Young Lord see if your little face is smooth."

That hand, wearing an Immortal storage ring, reached out just like that.

In Wang Teng's mind, the next second, this brat would either be scared to tears or have to stand there obediently and let him pinch.

However.

Li Changsheng just looked at that hand.

He didn't like that hand.

It had an Aura on it that made him uncomfortable.

He didn't think of any complex Move either.

Just like waving a branch in the courtyard to shoo away buzzing mosquitoes.

He raised the small wooden sword in his hand.

Then, he made a light, casual slash at the arm Wang Teng had extended.

Just like that, a single slash.

No Immortal light.

No Sword Qi.

No sound of Law.

It didn't even stir a breath of wind.

Everyone present, including Wang Teng himself, didn't feel any energy fluctuation.

It was just a four-year-old child's ridiculous waving.

That sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked lackey had already prepared his next taunt.

"Young Lord, look, this little brat actually wants to spar with you using a fire poker!"

His words were stuck in his throat forever.

The surroundings instantly fell silent.

The smile on Wang Teng's face froze.

He saw the brat wave the wooden sword.

And then... nothing.

He felt no pain.

No itching.

He didn't even feel like he had been touched.

Bluster.

He just assumed it was bluster and continued to reach his palm forward.

But the next moment.

In his field of vision, something very familiar appeared.

His own arm.

The arm wearing an expensive Immortal ring and dressed in a magnificent sleeve.

It had detached from his body, maintaining the posture of reaching forward, and was falling down.

"Hmm?"

Wang Teng was stunned for a second.

He lowered his head.

His right shoulder was empty.

An incredibly smooth cut appeared there.

The cut was exceptionally smooth.

Thump.

The arm fell onto the steps with a dull thud.

Silence.

Before the Southern Heaven Gate, there was not a sound.

That group of lackeys from the Wang family were all dumbfounded.

What had they just seen?

The Young Lord's arm... fell off by itself?

This wasn't right!

However, this was not the end.

"Ah—"

The severe pain finally arrived, making him unable to think.

He clutched his severed shoulder and let out a miserable scream.

What sprayed out was not ordinary blood, but True Immortal blood.

The blood gushed out, splattering the steps, but eerily, it could not pool together.

Even more terrifying was the wound.

On the smooth severed end, a sharpness that could only be felt by Divine Thought was constantly destroying.

The Immortal Qi inside Wang Teng surged toward the wound, wanting to regenerate the severed arm.

But the newly grown flesh and bone, upon touching that invisible sharpness, were instantly annihilated.

No matter how he circulated his Immortal techniques.

No matter how he stimulated his life Origin.

It was useless.

That wound could not heal and was constantly devouring his vitality and Immortal Qi.

"Sword Intent! It's residual Sword Intent!"

Wang Teng rolled on the ground in pain, screaming in terror.

"How is this possible! What kind of Sword Intent is this? Why can't my True Immortal Law block it! Why can't my Indestructible Immortal Physique heal it!"

In his life, he had never seen such a tyrannical Sword Intent.

It was a type of "result."

As if the Law was already set, and his arm had to be severed.

Thus, his arm was severed.

No matter what your cultivation or Physique, you must obey this result.

The Wang family's lackeys were all frozen in place with fear.

They looked at their Young Lord wailing on the ground.

And then at the toddler who was dragging his wooden sword on the ground again, with an indifferent expression.

Their legs couldn't stop trembling.

This is a toddler?

This is a fucking old Devil Head wearing a toddler's skin.

In the distance, the old soldier's remnant soul, which had just begun to take shape, flickered unstably.

What had he seen?

A True Immortal in the Late Stage, having his arm severed by a four-year-old child with a wooden sword.

No grand confrontation.

No dazzling Divine Ability.

Just a single slash.

The result was already predetermined.

He had never seen such a scene before.

"Ahhh! I'm going to kill you! I want you to die without a whole corpse!"

Severe pain and humiliation made Wang Teng lose his reason.

He scrambled up from the ground, flipped his left hand, and a golden, glittering Immortal Artifact wheel appeared.

On the Immortal Artifact wheel, sun, moon, and stars were carved, and its Aura was astonishing.

It was his life-bound Immortal Artifact.

"Little beast! Go to hell!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and he frantically poured all his remaining Immortal Qi into the golden wheel.

He was going to unleash this fatal blow.

The power of the golden wheel began to climb rapidly.

At the critical moment.

A calm and dignified voice came from inside the gateway.

"Bullying the small with the big, how unbecoming."

A figure appeared silently in front of Li Changsheng.

Just in time to block the golden wheel that was about to erupt.