168: Chapter 168 Tearing Off the Ears

"Are you going to tear off my ear?"

Lin Qing looked at Wang Xiao, who was standing in mid-air, with pleasant surprise. The sudden brilliance that erupted in his eyes made Wang Xiao feel uneasy; he couldn't help but suspect that he had encountered a pervert today.

Seeing that Wang Xiao was slow to act, Lin Qing urged him again:

"Come on! Do what you want to do!"

How could Wang Xiao not understand by now? This wasn't a case of encountering a pervert; the other party clearly looked down on him.

"Arrogant!"

Wang Xiao let out a cold shout, then raised his right hand. A giant hand of Spiritual Qi formed in the air, and he pressed it down towards Lin Qing's direction.

At their level, simple and effective methods like manifesting Spiritual Qi into shapes seemed to be something everyone could do.

Wang Xiao's fans among the onlookers all wore excited expressions; their Young Master Wang had finally made a move.

Subconsciously, they ignored the sword strike Wang Xiao had used to sneak attack earlier. In their eyes, Wang Xiao hadn't been serious with that strike, which was the only reason Lin Qing had managed to dodge it by sheer luck.

In reality, Wang Xiao didn't know if Lin Qing had been lucky or not, but he truly hadn't been serious with that strike, so he didn't think there was anything remarkable about Lin Qing at this moment.

Facing the giant palm descending from the sky, Lin Qing casually waved his hand. The originally solid and sturdy giant palm instantly dissipated like a puff of smoke, blown away by the force of Lin Qing's Spiritual Qi.

Seeing his attack neutralized by Lin Qing so effortlessly, Wang Xiao was not alarmed but delighted, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

"So you are a little Genius after all!"

As for the so-called Central Continent Young Master Ranking, some Geniuses didn't care about it at all, while others viewed it as an honor. Clearly, Wang Xiao belonged to the latter.

Compared to defeating some veteran powerhouses, Wang Xiao preferred to battle young Prodigies, using their defeat to highlight the value of the Young Master Ranking.

Unable to suppress his excitement, Wang Xiao stopped testing him. The long sword he had used for his sneak attack reappeared in his hand, and like a shooting star falling to the ground, he thrust towards Lin Qing once again.

High-end battles often return to the essence; there were no flashy sword tricks, nor overwhelming Spiritual Qi pressure—only extreme speed and sharpness.

However, the speed that seemed extreme to others was nothing special in Lin Qing's eyes.

By the time everyone could clearly see Wang Xiao's figure again, he had already arrived one zhang high in front of Lin Qing, still maintaining the posture of thrusting his sword with one hand.

In front of him, Lin Qing stood with his left hand behind his back, his right hand extended with two fingers pinching the tip of Wang Xiao's sword, preventing him from advancing even an inch further.

"It seems you can't do it, right?"

Lin Qing gave a kind smile to the horrified Wang Xiao, then twisted his fingertips.

Crack—!

The long sword in Wang Xiao's hand shattered. Still in shock, Wang Xiao didn't react in time, and having lost his support, he fell to the ground in front of Lin Qing.

By the time he realized what had happened and tried to get up, it was already too late. Lin Qing's Spiritual Qi pressure had descended upon him, forcing him to lie on the ground, looking up at Lin Qing as he slowly crouched down.

He couldn't understand why, despite both being at Level 8, Lin Qing's strength was so terrifying that he could render a Genius from the Young Master Ranking immobile with just his Spiritual Qi pressure.

Lin Qing crouched in front of his head, slowly reaching his right hand towards his ear.

The street became so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. The onlookers were all stunned by the overwhelming battle before them, even subconsciously slowing their breathing.

Rip—!

The sound of flesh tearing rang out, and blood splattered more than a zhang high.

"Ah..."

Wang Xiao's heart-wrenching scream echoed. Looking closely, his right ear and a large part of his right cheek had been torn off by Lin Qing. The pink facial muscles were exposed, then slowly turned bright red.

The overall situation in the Central Continent was slightly different from that of Dongxuan.

In Dongxuan, the Immortal Sects and the Demon Court had long been in opposition, and the border area was known as the Prodigy Trial Ground. It could be said that every Prodigy who grew up in Dongxuan had experienced the baptism of blood and fire in that region.

In contrast, the overall situation in the Central Continent was stable, with several major super-Sects controlling the big picture, and usually only minor frictions between smaller factions erupted.

The Cultivators here were basically focused on Cultivating, and even when there were battles, most were primarily for sparring. Most of the onlookers had never seen such a bloody scene before.

Consequently, after Wang Xiao's scream, a chorus of shrieks and retching erupted on the street, and for a moment, it was chaotic.

"Enough!"

A grand voice resonated, followed by the consciousness pressure belonging to the God Realm descending upon the area. The God Realm powerhouse stationed here had finally made a move.

Lin Qing had means to resist, but he didn't. With Yun Feng and the other person present, it wasn't his turn to act.

Sure enough, in just an instant, Yun Feng's Sword Intent spread out, pushing back the unknown God Realm powerhouse's force of will.

Yun Feng and his companion, like Grand Aunt-Master Qing Yao, were not simple powerhouses who had just entered the God Realm. Their purpose in coming to the Central Continent was to escort their Sect's Disciples.

Escorting meant not just sending, but also protecting. Without a certain level of strength, one couldn't protect everyone. They were already among the strongest individuals in their respective Sects, aside from the Level 11 Old Ancestors.

Even if this unknown God Realm powerhouse might be slightly stronger than Yun Feng and his companion, it was absolutely impossible for them to be easily crushed.

In reality, the strongest Cultivators in both the Central Continent and Dongxuan were only Level 11; there were currently no publicly known Level 12 Cultivators on this continent.

A million years ago, the world underwent a transformation, and living beings began to embark on the path of Cultivation. The Realms were also slowly elevated through the continuous exploration of generations of Seniors, and it had only been about one hundred thousand years since the birth of the first Level 11 Cultivator.

The pinnacle powerhouses on the continent were currently still exploring the path to Level 12; as for whether anyone had successfully achieved a Breakthrough in secret, it was unknown.

However, although the strongest were all Level 11, there was still a significant gap between Dongxuan and the Central Continent. The first was in terms of quantity, which naturally went without saying.

The second was in terms of quality; the Sects in Dongxuan did not possess complete Level 11 Cultivation Techniques, so most of the Level 11s in Dongxuan were only at the Early Stage. Perhaps a few had cultivated to the Middle Stage over a long period relying on incomplete Cultivation Techniques, but that was about it.

Whereas these super-Sects in the Central Continent each possessed their own complete Level 11 Cultivation Techniques, and among their Sects' Level 11s, there was no shortage of Late Stage or Peak powerhouses.

"I ask you all to give me an explanation!"

Yun Feng did not answer, but silently increased the intensity of his Sword Intent by another notch, clearly ready to fight at the slightest disagreement.

Lin Qing threw the half of Wang Xiao's face he held in his hand back to him and returned to the group. He had long anticipated that something like this would happen, so he did not kill Wang Xiao.

He was not worried about Wang Xiao seeking revenge later; as the saying went, an enemy defeated by his hand was no longer worthy of being his opponent.