His peak attack showcased a strength that could send shivers down the spine of every cultivator in the Divine Treasure Realm.

The demonic aura surrounding him gradually dispersed, allowing Wang Xuan’s highly strained flesh body to relax; he felt somewhat exhausted, sweat pouring down like rain.

The entangled Sword Gang Jiao Dragon and Thunder Dragon had dissipated by now, and Wang Xuan cleaned the battlefield, collecting Gai Feixian’s two swords.

The sharp treasure swords still had “Gai Feixian” inscribed on them, indicating the Sword Master’s identity.

Yet the swords of Celestial Sword Mountain falling into the hands of outsiders meant only one thing: they had been defeated or killed.

Sword cultivators regard their swords as life itself; they wouldn’t abandon their swords unless faced with utter desperation.

Such spoils are a form of honor, even more so a testament.

“Didn’t expect this result.” Wang Xuan took a deep breath, somewhat surprised, yet it seemed within his expectation.

He knew his demon-possessed state possessed formidable strength, but didn’t expect even Gai Feixian, a young prodigy from Celestial Sword Mountain, to be tragically defeated.

A sword cultivator in the later stages of the Divine Treasure Realm, especially one from a mountain gate like Celestial Sword Mountain, could almost dominate the Divine Treasure Realm, but was still tragically defeated by Wang Xuan.

“My corrupted strength is not to be underestimated, probably capable of rivaling an ordinary Vajra Realm, but that’s just speculation, and the full-state body’s burden is immense.”

Wang Xuan continuously consumed High-Level Nutritional Supplements; the battle took a considerable toll on his body and blood. If the battle had dragged on too long, his body’s strength might have plummeted.

“Somewhat uncontrollable; if I had really killed Gai Feixian today, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Countless people might want me dead.”

If he died, He Fang’s lineage would surely avenge him. If Gai Feixian died at his hands, it would be almost the same outcome.

Gai Feixian had already conceded, but the demon-possessed state led him to kill without constancy, trampling over all moral shackles with absolute egoism and spontaneity.

He’s somewhat relieved the opponent had something to save his life, escaping at the last moment.

Looking at this mountain forest, a quarter-hour ago it was a fine green mountain, now reduced to ruins.

The power of Human Immortals clashing can yield such destruction, unimaginable to ordinary people, let alone resistible.

It’s no wonder cultivators are a cut above; the life level is completely different, serving as a deterrent equivalent to large-scale weapons.

Wang Xuan also feels his mindset has somewhat inflated; this state is extremely dangerous, detrimental to moral accumulation, and qi fortune easily dissipates.

“Impulsive.” He shook his head, this fight was inexplicable, not only antagonizing Gai Feixian but also wasting time searching for Celestial Treasures.

If that final strike hadn’t fallen, they might still have been able to shake hands and make peace; now, it seems rather hopeless with the pros and cons of the demon-possessed state clearly laid before him.

After a tidy job, Wang Xuan leaped up, controlled and spread the gang qi wing suit, slid all the way back to the city, and within a few minutes, he saw the lights.

After some thought, he still wandered around the city, hoping to get lucky and find another Celestial Treasure. Although he already had one, these things are beneficial in abundance; no one would complain about having more.

It seemed his luck had run out, with half an hour yielding nothing, leaving him to return empty-handed.

Unexpectedly though, he discovered that Hall Master Tong Renshuang of the Invincible Iron Fist Gang was packing up his belongings, selling off his assets, seemingly preparing to immigrate to another Star Domain.

“This mad dog still needs to be dealt with; otherwise, it doesn’t sit well with me.”

He has quite a few relatives and friends in Yuzhang City; leaving such a hidden danger is always unnerving. The opponent has offended him once, he can forgive, but a second time plotting against him indicates a third and fourth might soon follow.

Such a person will bite whenever they get the chance; mercy has no effect, as any vulnerability of yours will surely be avenged.

With this thought, Wang Xuan felt like a fishbone in his throat, with an unrelenting mind; as long as the opponent lives, he remains uncomfortable.

“Kill him!” Once the murderous intention arises, it’s hard to retract.

Disguising himself, Wang Xuan altered his body shape and aura, turning the Silk Taoist Robe into a black robe, he quietly entered Tong Renshuang’s villa.

“Tong Renshuang, years ago, you killed my brother, and now I’m here to avenge him!”

Wang Xuan suddenly spoke, startling the opponent; Tong Renshuang was completely unaware of when Wang Xuan had come in, a testament to his unusual strength.

“Who exactly are you!” Tong Renshuang shouted, activating several electronic devices, monitoring the place in real-time.

He didn’t recognize Wang Xuan, nor did he know who this so-called revenge was for; he’d killed too many, with numerous enemies.

Wang Xuan calmly said, “You’ll find out once you’re dead.”

Glancing at Tong Renshuang, Wang Xuan suddenly rushed, and in a burst, he struck with a knife; the horrified Tong Renshuang lifted his blade to block but was sliced in half along with his knife.

The strike fell from the left shoulder to the right abdomen; Tong Renshuang’s knife showed a smooth cut, indicating the terror of the Ten Thousand Jins Thunder Dragon, even more so for human flesh.

This Hall Master of the Invincible Iron Fist Gang was left without a lower body, internal organs spilling out with a terrifying appearance; his face twisted in apparent excruciating agony.

Yet he didn’t cry out in wail, instead, he kowtowed on the ground, begging Wang Xuan to spare him.

“You just need to let me go, and I’ll give you all my assets!”

“Let you go?” Wang Xuan raised an eyebrow, “When I kill, I always eliminate the root, leaving no hidden dangers.”

If he had let Tong Renshuang go, he himself wouldn’t be at ease; this lesson would make him bear further grudges, and the best course was to simply kill him.

Wang Xuan’s words thrust Tong Renshuang into utter despair, but a hand directly struck down on his head, causing blood to ooze from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

With Hypnosis quietly executed, Wang Xuan directly subdued the extremely weak Tong Renshuang, pretending to threaten him, making him transfer all the money from his account into an anonymous account.

Against a Body Refining Cultivator, his Hypnosis can be overwhelming, displaying miraculous effects; but against someone in the Divine Treasure Realm, its effectiveness is greatly reduced, only easily hypnotizing after severe injury.

“A Hall Master of the Invincible Iron Fist Gang has personal wealth of five to six billion Star Yuan, quite rich indeed.”

Looking at the struggling and pain-stricken Tong Renshuang, Wang Xuan felt that even if he cleaned up without leaving any evidence, it wouldn’t be appropriate.

He claims to be a decent citizen; how could he do such a thing?

Loving the country and following the law is what a citizen should do.

“Forget it, killing you would dirty my hands.”

Wang Xuan gave Tong Renshuang a glance, then directly left.

Soon after, the villa surrounded by a blaring alarm was swarmed with people, many members of the Invincible Iron Fist Gang arrived, only to find Tong Renshuang speaking nonsense.

“I deserve to die! I’ve killed so many people, I should’ve died long ago!”

Tong Renshuang said loudly, the innocent lives falling at his hands over the years numbered so many, utterly indescribable.

“Hall Master, have you gone mad?” someone said.

Holding the broken knife, Tong Renshuang swung a Saber Qi, severing the person’s arm: “Mad? I say you’re the one who’s mad!

I’m a sinner; I should’ve died long ago!”

Laughing maniacally, Tong Renshuang swiped the knife across his neck, a head rolling on the ground, committing suicide.

Tong Renshuang’s suicide seemed spurred by stimuli from old enemies, causing sudden madness.

From video footage, they only knew a stranger had been in, likely an enemy of the Hall Master, yet none matched Wang Xuan’s description in Yuzhang City’s list of experts, leaving them clueless.

But since it was a witnessed suicide, with dozens of onlookers, filing a case was impossible, leaving the matter unresolved.

The gang’s leader knew this and only responded plainly: “Understood.”

Because Tong Renshuang had already told him he had offended a disciple from Immortal Martial Mountain and had to flee.

Regardless if it was old enemies, or Wang Xuan instigating, or if Tong Renshuang truly committed suicide, he didn’t wish to get involved, as it was far too troublesome and thankless.

As the leader, what he could now do was feign ignorance of the truth, attributing Tong Renshuang’s death to suicide, pretentiously seeking an enemy to placate the gang members.

Regarding the truth, even if he speculated, he dared not speak out.

For once spoken, it would mean the obliteration of the entire Invincible Iron Fist Gang.

“Usually, those from the mountain gates don’t bully us, which would be good enough; yet you sought them out provocatively, wasn’t that seeking death on your own?”

He shook his head and sighed, then put this matter completely behind him.

(This chapter has been revised three times, giving me a headache.)

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