105: Chapter 105 How Many Do You Think I Have?

Wang Teng's scream resounded through the Southern Heaven Gate.

He, a Prodigy of the Wang Family.

A powerhouse at the Late Stage of the True Immortal realm.

When had he ever suffered such a loss or received such an insult?

One arm, gone.

Severed by a three- or four-year-old toddler with a broken wooden sword.

What made him break down even more was that the Sword Intent on the wound was pure and sharp, constantly eroding his vitality and Immortal Dao Laws.

He mobilized his Immortal Qi, but the bleeding would not stop, and his severed arm could not be reattached.

That Sword Intent was like a maggot on a bone, difficult to remove.

Severing everything.

Extremely overbearing.

"Ahhh! My hand! My hand!"

Wang Teng was disheveled and in extreme pain, his body half-stained with Immortal blood, looking utterly wretched.

The group of Wang Family attendants behind him were stunned.

What had they just seen?

A toddler.

One sword strike.

Crippled their Family's Prodigy, Wang Teng?

This script was not right.

Weren't they here to show off their might and take over the ownerless Dao field?

How did they kick an iron plate right at the start? This iron plate was ridiculously hard.

"Th-th-this little toddler, what kind of monster is he?"

"Slicing a True Immortal with one sword strike, I have never even heard of it! Is he really a child?"

"That Sword Intent is too terrifying; just looking at it makes my heart tremble!"

The attendants' legs trembled, and their hands holding their weapons shook.

Shocked and absent-minded.

That little boy.

Now, in their eyes, he was scarier than a demon.

"Y-you little bastard! I will kill you! I will tear you into a thousand pieces!"

Humiliation caused Wang Teng to completely lose his reason.

The Dao field was no longer important.

His origins were no longer important.

Now he had only one thought: kill this toddler who had caused him to lose all face, and that meddlesome old soldier.

He wanted to use the most ruthless means to wash away his disgrace.

"Die for me!"

Wang Teng, with his single arm, formed a hand seal and let out a roar.

"Hum—"

A golden light shot out from the top of his head.

It transformed into a golden wheel, a zhang in diameter, hanging above his head.

Once the wheel appeared, the Void Realm distorted; it was engraved with Immortal Dao runes, and its pressure was terrifying.

His natal Immortal Artifact, the Golden Light Wheel.

This wheel was cast from extraterrestrial Immortal Gold and personally refined for him by a Golden Immortal Old Ancestor of the Wang Family, with unparalleled power.

Once unleashed, mountains and rivers would shatter.

"Old thing, little bastard, all of you turn to ash for me!"

Wang Teng was crazed, pointing fiercely at the Golden Light Wheel.

The Golden Light Wheel transformed into a golden divine rainbow, carrying a piercing sound of breaking air and a destructive aura, slashing down towards Li Changsheng and the old soldier's remnant soul.

He did not hold back with this strike; he used his full strength.

He wanted to blast these two people, along with the Southern Heaven Gate behind them, into dust.

The old soldier's remnant soul looked at the rapidly enlarging golden wheel, feeling despair in his heart.

The power within that Immortal Artifact was enough to completely annihilate his remnant soul.

He closed his eyes.

But on Li Changsheng's little face, there was not a trace of fear.

He just felt that the one-armed uncle in front of him was very noisy.

Impolite.

The second before the Golden Light Wheel descended.

A figure in white robes appeared in front of Li Changsheng without any warning.

Completely blocking his small body.

The newcomer had black hair draped over his shoulders, a handsome face, and an extraordinary temperament.

It was Li Xuan.

He did not even look back at the Golden Light Wheel, just reached out and rubbed his son Li Changsheng's head.

"Bullying the small with your size, how unbecoming."

Li Xuan spoke, his voice unremarkable.

Yet the violent Golden Light Wheel paused in mid-air.

Wang Teng was stunned when he saw Li Xuan appear, then he sneered.

"Another one here to die! Are you this little bastard's father? Perfect, today I will let you father and son hit the road together!"

He mobilized his Immortal Qi with full force, the light of the Golden Light Wheel shining even brighter, slashing towards Li Xuan's head with even greater speed.

Facing this strike capable of instantly killing someone of the same rank, Li Xuan's expression did not change.

He just shook his head.

Then, Wang Teng and the group of attendants felt a blur before their eyes; his figure flickered.

The next moment.

Three identical Li Xuans appeared on the spot.

The three Li Xuans had identical auras and charms.

They were three independent yet homologous individuals.

The Li Xuan on the left stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Wang Teng indifferently, his eyes filled with contempt.

The Li Xuan in the middle, the original body, slowly turned around.

Facing the Golden Light Wheel that had already slashed to his face, he unhurriedly raised his right hand and pressed his index and middle fingers together.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound.

The Golden Light Wheel was precisely caught by Li Xuan's two fingers.

That's right.

It was just caught.

The Golden Light Wheel hummed violently, its divine light brilliant, but it could not advance even a fraction, nor could it break free from those two fingers.

"Pfft—"

With his natal Immortal Artifact restrained, Wang Teng's whole body shook violently, and he spat out another large mouthful of Immortal blood, his face instantly turning deathly pale.

"This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

He widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief, the shock in his heart even greater than when his arm was severed.

Bare-handed.

Using two fingers.

Actually caught a natal Immortal Artifact refined by a Golden Immortal?

What kind of concept is this?

Where the hell did this monster come from?

The style is all wrong!

When did such an outrageous guy appear in the Immortal Domain?

Unfortunately, he did not have time to think.

Because the third Li Xuan on the right had already moved.

That figure flashed and instantly disappeared from the spot.

The next instant, he appeared directly in front of Wang Teng.

Wang Teng's heart shivered, feeling a great disaster was imminent; he wanted to run, wanted to defend, but his body could not keep up with his thoughts.

"Slap!"

A crisp slap.

The third Li Xuan decisively slapped Wang Teng across the face.

Wang Teng was sent flying, spraying blood from his mouth, and with a loud boom, he smashed into the white jade steps in front of the Southern Heaven Gate.

"Boom!"

The hard steps were smashed into a human-shaped crater, with countless cracks spreading all around.

Before Wang Teng could crawl up, the white-robed figure had already appeared in front of him.

Then, a sole of a foot stepped heavily onto his high-swollen face.

Pressing his head firmly into the ground.

The whole process was smooth and completed in one go.

One Qi Transforming into Three Pure Ones.

One watching the battle.

One disarming.

One suppressing!

Overbearing.

Dominant.

Crushing.

Not until Li Xuan's foot stepped on Wang Teng's face did the group of Wang Family attendants wake up from their stupor.

What followed was extreme fear.

"Clang."

The weapons in their hands dropped to the ground.

One by one, their faces were pale, unable to stand steadily, they all knelt down with thuds, shivering uncontrollably, not daring to even lift their heads.

It was over.

Completely over.

What kind of existence had they provoked!

At this moment, Li Xuan withdrew the fingers that were holding the Golden Light Wheel; the Immortal Artifact let out a mournful cry and fell to the ground.

The three figures also merged back into one.

He lowered his head, grinding his foot on Wang Teng's face, looking down at this Wang Family Prodigy who had been completely terrified into stupidity.

The Southern Heaven Gate was silent.

Only Wang Teng's heavy breathing remained.

Li Xuan's cold voice rang out in the silence.

Each word made everyone's heart tremble.

"Speak, who sent you?"