20: Chapter 20 If I die, you won't live either.

In the crowd, a middle-aged man with stubble saw Shan Xingxu stand up and walk toward Ling Hao, and immediately clamored:

"Hmph! With the Young Sect Master making a move in person, this Sect Master of Moon Shadow Sect is done for!"

Many people echoed him.

Amidst the deafening slogans, everyone held their breath, expecting a great battle to erupt.

However, the scene in the next second slapped them hard in the face!

They saw Shan Xingxu stop a few steps away from Ling Hao, unexpectedly cupping his hands and lowering his posture:

"Forgive this Junior's lack of vision, I did not know that Senior was a Foundation Establishment Cultivator!"

As he spoke, he took out an exquisite jade bottle from his Storage Ring, his gaze sweeping over Chi Wanhe and Qin Zhaoxue:

"This Junior is Shan Xingxu, Young Sect Master of the Green Leaf Sect. My father is Shan Tianxiong, the Sect Master of the Green Leaf Sect, a Foundation Establishment Cultivator at the sixth level."

"This bottle of Qi Gathering Pill is a token of apology. What does Senior think?"

The crowd of onlookers was instantly dumbfounded! He yielded?! The Young Sect Master actually yielded?! And what else did he say? This Sect Master of Moon Shadow Sect is a Foundation Establishment Cultivator?!

"Heavens! The Sect Master of Moon Shadow Sect is actually at the Foundation Establishment Stage?! No wonder he could slap away a Qi Refining seventh-level Cultivator with one palm!"

"A whole bottle of Qi Gathering Pill as an apology! The Young Sect Master is incredibly generous! This is enough for a Qi Refining seventh-level Cultivator to break through a small Realm!"

"He... he wasn't at the fourth level of Qi Refining? How could he possibly be at the Foundation Establishment Stage?!"

The stubble-faced man's face was full of disbelief; he was the one who could accept it the least.

Someone recognized him: "Yo, isn't this Qu Mianbei? Haha, you actually wanted to threaten a Foundation Establishment Cultivator earlier?!"

"The Sect Master of Moon Shadow Sect previously revealed a Qi Refining fourth-level Aura, he was probably just afraid of scaring you to death!"

Ling Hao wore a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes:

"What? Are you trying to fool me like a fool, or do you think I would be afraid of your Green Leaf Sect?"

Shan Xingxu gave a dry laugh and looked at Chi Wanhe:

"This Junior thinks this bottle of Qi Gathering Pill is just right for this little Fairy."

Ling Hao's eyes turned slightly cold: "What about my other Disciple?"

Shan Xingxu turned his gaze to Qin Zhaoxue, revealing a hint of undisguised greed:

"How about letting this Junior take her away? I just happen to be missing a personal maid. In this world where erosion qi runs rampant, female Cultivators are all burdens, one less... wouldn't that be better?"

Ling Hao remained silent.

Shan Xingxu thought there was a chance, so he sweetened the deal:

"If Senior thinks it's not enough, this Junior can return to the Sect and retrieve a Foundation Establishment Pill for Senior!"

"However, I personally like the scent of purple cloud grass, and I heard there is a woman in Senior's Sect who carries the scent of purple cloud grass. I hope Senior can part with her."

Ling Hao narrowed his eyes, cold light flashing:

"Heh, I thought you would tell the truth, but every word you say is a deception!"

Hearing Ling Hao's words, Shan Xingxu knew the negotiation had collapsed. The hypocritical smile on his face instantly vanished, replaced by bone-chilling coldness:

"Fine! Very fine! I didn't want to use that thing, but you forced me!"

A flash of heartache crossed Shan Xingxu's face, and he gritted his teeth as he took out a small, shimmering sword from his Storage Ring.

He stared at Ling Hao, his eyes full of contempt:

"See this? This is a Foundation Establishment Magical Artifact bestowed by my father! You are only at the first level of Foundation Establishment, and my father is a Foundation Establishment Cultivator at the sixth level! You can't stop this!"

"Go to hell!"

The small sword was thrown out, instantly turning into a blinding cold light, tearing through the air and piercing straight at Ling Hao's throat!

"They're fighting! They're finally fighting!"

"A Magical Artifact refined by a Foundation Establishment sixth-level Cultivator! This Sect Master of Moon Shadow Sect is done for!"

"Sigh, what use is being a Foundation Establishment Cultivator? Offending the Green Leaf Sect, death is inevitable..."

"The foundation of the Green Leaf Sect is too terrifying. The Young Sect Master can kill someone of the same rank with a casual Magical Artifact!"

"It's over, he's going to die!"

Facing the sharp, cold light that shot over like electricity, Ling Hao didn't even lift an eyelid.

He casually raised his right hand, extended two slender fingers, and as if plucking a flower or leaf, gently pinched!

"Ding!"

A clear, crisp sound rang out. The aggressive Foundation Establishment Flying Sword was actually held firmly between his two fingers!

Immediately after, Ling Hao's fingers flicked to the right —

"Snap!"

A crisp breaking sound echoed. That shimmering Flying Sword, like rotten wood, instantly snapped into two pieces, losing all its spiritual light!

Ling Hao's voice was indifferent.

"A mere Flying Sword? Don't talk about you, even if your old man came in person, it wouldn't work!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Hao backhanded a slap through the air!

"Slap!"

A dull sound accompanied by the crisp sound of shattering bones. Shan Xingxu, who was still in shock and a daze, was sent flying like a broken rag doll, crashing heavily to the ground, lying limp like a dead dog.

The whole scene was dead silent! The Loose Cultivators watching the show widened their eyes, their mouths open wide enough to fit an egg, their faces full of extreme absurdity and shock!

The bloody scene they imagined didn't happen; instead, a powerful Magical Artifact refined by a Foundation Establishment sixth-level Cultivator was pinched... broken by two fingers?!!!

That was a Foundation Establishment Magical Artifact! Just like that... it broke?!! Could the strength of this Sect Master of Moon Shadow Sect... be at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment?! Or even... Golden Core?!

Chi Wanhe, Qin Zhaoxue, and Huang Yutong, who had just rushed down from the mountain, all had their beautiful eyes wide open, their small mouths slightly agape, their pretty faces filled with unbelievable shock!

Watching their Revered Master (Sect Master) with such a peerless demeanor, destroying a strong enemy with a wave of his hand, an indescribable excitement and a strong sense of security, accompanied by a subtle palpitation, quietly sprouted in their hearts. Chi Wanhe even excitedly grabbed Qin Zhaoxue's arm.

Huang Yutong had followed Yu Lingshuang down; the commotion at the foot of the mountain was so loud that it was hard not to hear it.

Yu Lingshuang looked calm and nodded slightly. What was there to be surprised about? For someone at the Void Refinement Stage to deal with a piece of trash Flying Sword from the Foundation Establishment Stage, how was it any different from crushing an ant?

Ling Hao walked to the side of the dead-dog-like Shan Xingxu and squatted down, reaching out to pat his swollen, bleeding cheek, not too hard or too soft.

"Now, can you speak? Why did you want to take my Disciple away?"

Shan Xingxu struggled to open his eyes. The excruciating pain distorted his face, and blood kept overflowing from the corners of his mouth, yet he pulled a hideous and terrifying smile:

"Heh... hehe... I... won't say... if I die... don't think you'll live either..."

"Just because of you... a Foundation Establishment... you can't protect her... hahaha..."

Shan Xingxu coughed up blood and laughed wildly, his eyes full of resentment,

"I want you... from now on... to live in fear... day and night... never at peace... until you die!"

"I'll be... waiting for you... in the underworld..."

"Bang!"

Ling Hao was expressionless; he pressed his palm gently on Shan Xingxu's chest, releasing a tiny bit of spiritual power. An invisible shockwave spread instantly.

Shan Xingxu's body shuddered violently, as if all support had been drained from it, and then, in the terrified gaze of everyone, it disintegrated inch by inch like sand, turning into a pile of fly ash in the blink of an eye and scattering with the wind!

Hmph!

Ling Hao slowly stood up, his cold gaze sweeping over the Green Leaf Sect Disciples who were trembling with fear.

I want to see who has such great ability! The Green Leaf Sect? Or... the Huoyan Sect that is even more powerful than the Green Leaf Sect? No matter who it is! No one can take my Disciple away from me! No one!

Zhang Fan, the deacon of Jiuling City, and others witnessed Shan Xingxu instantly turn into fly ash, and were so scared their souls flew away and spirits scattered!

Seeing Ling Hao's cold gaze sweep over, several people knelt on the ground with a thud, snot and tears streaming down, kowtowing repeatedly:

"Spare us! Senior, please spare us!"

Ling Hao was about to make a move, but Yu Lingshuang stepped forward, speaking coldly:

"Sect Master, these small fry, why not leave them for me to handle."

She had been drinking for free here for so long, it was time to do some work.

Ling Hao nodded slightly, a hint of gratification flashing in his eyes. Not bad, the tool person has learned to find work on her own.

The onlookers watched, dumbfounded.

"The Moonshadow Sect... just wiped out the Green Leaf Sect's Young Sect Master and his Disciples like that?!"

"This is going to be an endless feud with the Green Leaf Sect! This has poked a hole in the sky!"

"Which of these two Sects do you think is more powerful?"

"Nonsense! It must be the Green Leaf Sect! An old-fashioned Sect with unfathomable foundations!"

"You're full of crap! The Sect Master of Moon Shadow Sect casually broke a Foundation Establishment Magical Artifact; he's obviously stronger!"

Ling Hao couldn't be bothered with these gossipers' arguments.

"Sect Master, the loot."

A moment later, Yu Lingshuang handed over a Storage Ring.

Ling Hao's Divine Sense probed inside and scanned. Heh! Quite a harvest! Thousands of Low-Grade Spirit Stones were piled into a small mound, and even more eye-catching were five Mid-Grade Spirit Stones suffused with spiritual energy!

Although the exchange rate between Low Grade and Mid-Grade is one hundred to one, only a fool would be willing to exchange Mid-Grade for Low Grade. These five Mid-Grade Spirit Stones were clearly the private assets of this Young Sect Master, Shan Xingxu.

As for other miscellaneous items... Ling Hao weighed the jade bottle containing the Qi Gathering Pill in his hand.

If I kill you, isn't this stuff still mine? Hmm? Ling Hao's expression stirred, and he took out an object from the corner of the ring.

This was a pentagonal flame-shaped token, faintly warm to the touch. It was similar to the Disciple token he had obtained earlier.

The front was also engraved with the two characters "Huoyan", but the back was an exquisite archway pattern.

"This is... a pass token for the Huoyan Sect?"