Chapter 273 – Murder!

A rain of blood spattered around Li Guanqi as severed limbs struck the ground with heavy thuds.

Zheng Shaohua stood calmly where he was, as though the dead ceremonial elders of his clan had nothing to do with him. He had to admit Li Guanqi was strong, but from what he sensed, Li Guanqi was only at the Golden Core Realm. To him, that was nothing impressive—he himself had already reached the peak Golden Core Realm.

Zheng Shaohua smoothed his messy hair, then cast a mocking glance at Song Zhi’ang.

“Heh. Didn’t know you had an old lover here too, whore. Now that I look at you, you are really slutty.”

Li Guanqi watched in silence. Zheng Shaohua made him uncomfortable, or more precisely, he irritated him. He was arrogant to the extreme, showing respect to no one. The embodiment of arrogance.

Onstage, Song Zhi’ang trembled uncontrollably, her face turning pale. She knew too well how powerful the Zheng family was in Nanze City. Li Guanqi was alone, and she didn’t want him to die because of her.

“You should go now! The Zheng family...”

Li Guanqi descended slowly onto the stage, placed a hand on her shoulder, and sent his vital force into her body.

He furrowed his brow. Black poison had already seeped deep into her bones from the waist down. Without an antidote, she would suffer a fate worse than death, as each flare-up would gnaw at her bones with agony equal to having them shattered. Judging by the color of the poison, she had already endured five or six such attacks.

His expression darkened. If not for Song Zhi’ang finding Yu Sui’an that night, Yu Sui’an might have died. For that, he was sincerely grateful.

He gently tapped her legs, causing them to tremble. Color slowly returned to her thin legs. He used his lightning spirit force to numb her legs, sparing her from the agony of the poison.

She hung her head, not daring to look at him. She blushed and muttered, “Thank you.”

Li Guanqi did not even look at Zheng Shaohua. Eyes fixed on her, he asked, “Didn’t I previously give you a jade slip? Why didn’t you call me?”

Her eyes dimmed, and she looked at Zheng Shaohua.

Zheng Shaohua burst out laughing, pulling a jade slip from his sleeve. Toying with it, he asked, “You mean this?

Hahaha!

And here I thought it belonged to some powerful sect. But seeing you, I don’t have a thing to fear.”

He crushed the jade slip in his hand until it shattered, then dusted off his hands. “Only an idiot would hand something like this to a mortal.

Hehe

.”

Boom!

The stage shattered. Zheng Shaohua’s vision blurred as he shot backward like a cannonball, crashing through the doors and smashing through several buildings in succession. Shops along the street splintered from the impact.

Passersby cried out in surprise.

“

Hiss...

Who was that? Attacking Young Master Zheng in Nanze City? Do they have a death wish?!”

“

Hehe...

Must be some idiot trying to play the hero.”

“I bet the Zheng family’s people are already on the way!”

“

Tsk,

but it feels good to see him suffer!”

“

Shhh!

Don’t you dare drag me into this! Shut up!”

As the crowd erupted in cries of shock, Li Guanqi remained where he stood, frowning.

That kick...

Crash!

A figure stood up among the rubble.

Boom!

Violent air currents tore outward as Zheng Shaohua stood, snarling in anger, his vital force surging as a fierce aura erupted from him.

Whoosh!

An eight-chi-long spear appeared in his hand, its silver-white surface glowing with light. It was no ordinary weapon.

Zheng Shaohua licked the blood from his lips, then tore off his shredded robes, revealing a very muscular frame.

From a nearby building, someone muttered, “He doesn’t terrorize these streets just because of his father. He really is strong.”

Li Guanqi rubbed his nose. He hadn’t expected a prodigal son to possess real strength. His aura alone was formidable. He had thought Zheng Shaohua was nothing but a parasite living off his family, but perhaps not.

Buzz!

The spear vibrated in Zheng Shaohua’s grip, manic battle intent burning in his eyes as he glared at Li Guanqi. He hadn’t faced a powerful opponent of the same realm in a long time, and Li Guanqi even looked slightly younger than himself.

Buzz!

The tiles beneath his feet cracked apart, a three-zhang-wide crater opening with spiderweb fissures. His figure blurred as he lunged straight at Li Guanqi.

Behind him, Song Zhi’ang leaned forward, worry written across her face. “Be careful!”

Everyone watching thought the handsome youth was doomed.

Zheng Shaohua’s spear was a high-quality spirit weapon gifted by his father.

Yet Li Guanqi stood still, unmoving, as if paralyzed by fear. He neither dodged nor drew a weapon. The crowd sighed—he had given up too easily.

But in the next breath...

There was a blur of motion, then a loud boom.

Boom!

Zheng Shaohua shot backward even faster than before. Blood sprayed, and several small white fragments clattered to the ground. Li Guanqi shook his head in mild exasperation. How could Zheng Shaohua be so confident? His speed and strength were nothing to Li Guanqi, not even on par with the weakest tier-four demonic beast he had killed.

Still airborne, Zheng Shaohua’s eyes went wide. How could Li Guanqi be so strong? They were both at the peak of the Golden Core Realm, yet he was as helpless as a child before him.

Boom boom boom!

He flew more than fifty zhang, smashing through one building after another. His cheekbone had shattered from Li Guanqi’s kick, leaving one of his cheeks slightly sunken.

Before he could calm his surging emotions, Li Guanqi appeared in front of him once more like a ghost.

A sword light flashed coldly.

Zheng Shaohua scrambled to dodge on instinct, thrusting his spear forward.