To a Peak Late Stage Innate Ancient Martial Artist like Wen Tianxiong, it should be an honor for a little brat who hadn't even finished puberty to die at the hands of such a 'noble personage'. At least, that's what he believed. Logically speaking, this was indeed the case. As an expert only half a step from reaching the Innate Extre, even an ordinary SSS-Level fighter would find death at his hands to be a strange sort of release.
But now? It was obvious he had never expected this brat to have the sheer audacity to point at his, Wen Tianxiong's, face and call him an 'Old Rascal,' brazenly declaring that he would take his life. The contempt and mockery on Wen Tianxiong's face completely froze, replaced by a deep twitching that pulled at the corners of his eyes and the skin on his face.
He simply couldn't fathom why this boy, who was little more than a child in his eyes, had the nerve to speak to him—to Wen Tianxiong—with such an attitude and tone. This... I... what the hell... In an instant, his eyes grew completely dark, a frigid light flickering within his gaze.
Even our Chen Fei, Young Master Chen, could clearly see Wen Tianxiong's hands, and indeed his entire body, trembling slightly. At the sa ti, an extrely terrifying fluctuation of True Qi began to slowly radiate from his body with a dreadful montum.
BOOM! BOOM!
RUMBLE...
Following the dreadful montum and the terrifying fluctuation of True Qi, the very ground beneath Chen Fei and Wen Tianxiong's feet began to fracture, splitting open with cracks tens of centiters wide as if it couldn't withstand the frightening torrent of power. Under such a horrifying display of force, an ordinary SS-Level, or perhaps even an SS -Level Martial Artist, would not have been able to endure it. They would be like a weak fla in a gale; a single harsh gust would extinguish them, and not even their bones would remain.
Witnessing this scene, even our Chen Fei, Young Master Chen's, expression grew serious. Under that horrifying wave of True Qi, his own formidable physique actually began to feel a slight, stinging pain in his muscles. This was more than enough to show just how frighteningly powerful Wen Tianxiong was! As expected, the power of a Peak Late Innate Ancient Martial Artist was on another level.
Amid the vast and intimidating wave of True Qi, Wen Tianxiong abruptly lifted his head, his eyes completely filled with a cold, disdainful sneer. He stared ferociously at Chen Fei and jeered, "I hope you won't disappoint too much in a mont. If I kill you too easily, it won't do justice to the arrogance and bluster you showed us earlier!"
"Is that so? Don't worry, you won't be disappointed."
However, in the face of that disdainful sneer, our Chen Fei, Young Master Chen, simply curled the corner of his lip. The next mont, a flash of light appeared in his hand, and a dirty, ancient, and mottled bronze mirror materialized out of thin air. A slightly astonished voice instantly sounded from within Chen Fei's sea of consciousness. "A Mid-Grade Magical Artifact?" It was Zhen Jingkong.
BOOM!
The mont Zhen Jingkong's astonished words faded within his sea of consciousness, the ancient, mottled bronze mirror in Chen Fei's hand—the Mystic Stone Mirror—began to glow. Streams of earthen-yellow light pulsed across its surface. As they erged, a terrifying aura seeped out from the Mystic Stone Mirror like a dark undercurrent, completely neutralizing the wave of True Qi erupting from Wen Tianxiong's body.
Seeing this, Wen Tianxiong's expression finally changed drastically.
"This... This is a Mid-Grade Magical Artifact?"
His eyes trembled as he stared fixedly at the ancient, mottled bronze mirror in Chen Fei's hand, which was emanating a dreadful aura. He couldn't help but gasp in horrified disbelief.
Although he himself was not a Qi Practitioner, his younger brother, Wen Yongshou, was. In fact, his brother's cultivation had reached the terrifying Qi Refining Sixth Layer, and he even possessed a Low-Grade Magical Artifact, the Black Ruler, making him even stronger than Wen Tianxiong. Therefore, of course Wen Tianxiong was familiar with this type of terrifying weapon.
It was, without a doubt, a Magical Artifact, and it was very likely more powerful than the Low-Grade Magical Artifact Black Ruler his brother possessed. Judging from the terrifying aura radiating from the mirror's surface, it truly seed possible. It was the legendary tier above a Low-Grade Magical Artifact—a Mid-Grade Magical Artifact!
At this thought, Wen Tianxiong's expression changed completely.
"How... How could you possibly possess a treasure of that level?" he demanded in disbelief. A treasure like that, a Mid-Grade Magical Artifact, was likely one of only a handful on the entire Earth. They were comparable to the historically famous Ten Great Divine Artifacts of the Western Dark World, possessing heaven-defying power! Even an expert like him, a Peak Late Stage Innate Ancient Martial Artist, didn't have one. And yet now, this little brat who wasn't even fully grown had actually... actually taken one out?
No wonder! No wonder this brat dared to be so arrogant and insolent in front of them. So this is his trump card, his source of confidence? Damn it... Damn it all! he suddenly cursed in his heart. Such a priceless treasure! What right does this snot-nosed brat who hasn't even finished puberty have to possess it?
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