Wandering in Omniverse Chapter 422: Ch 43 - Beating

After returning ho, Jun Mo Xie continued to take things slow, even faking his injuries in the eyes of the chief physician of the country to let the emperor put his guard down.

The news spread in the entire kingdom that Jun Moxie had turned into waste after barely keeping his life.

Most of Jun Mo Xie's ti was either spent drinking wine with his third uncle Jun Wuyi or getting beaten by his Guan Qinghan who was instructed by Grandfather Jun Zhantian to train Moxie.

Well, it's not like he couldn't fight back, it's just he didn't want to fight back at all, letting her have her fun and relieve her anger, grief, sorrow... everything on him.

If he were to show even a little of his original skills, then let alone Guan Qinghan, nobody could face him.

Jun Mo Xie didn't even need to use his cultivation to bully a weak girl like her.

And to tell the truth, Guan Qinghan's beatings were like a full-body massage to him.

In the entire family, only Jun Wu Yi knew about it. He had seen his training in his specially designed training room. And even during a spar with the guards, he had easily avoided all of their attacks and taught the guards how to land fatal blows on the weak part of their enemies.

Jun Mo Xie had reached the realm where killing had beco a habit of his, an instinct or a pinnacle of art, and even a supre achievent!

It was just like the saying: like father, like son. A dragon would not birth a sheep and an observer who could see this would be scared to death!

So, to see him get beaten by Guan Qinghan was sowhat shocking for the third uncle.

Jun Wu Yi once asked him why he let Guan Qinghan beat him up every day. At his uncle's question, Mo Xie just smiled and answered.

"Why should I? You have also seen how much fun she has while beating ?... I have only troubled her for so long so just let her be happy with this. I owe that much to her."

Jun Wu Yi looked at his nephew with approval and pride hidden in his eyes. After all, there were only a few n in this world who would let a woman hit them like that.

And almost daily in the evening, he told different stories to Little Ke'er who listened to them with an infatuated expression.

Mo Xie even found that an unexpected guest also ca to his courtyard secretly to listen to those stories from ti to ti...

Then one day, Tang Yuan invited Jun Mo Xie to go to the Magnificent Jewel Hall with him to play around.

The duo sses with Li Zhen and ng Hai Zhou who were there to buy Jade Sea Coral by raising the original price of the item by at least 900 tis.

It was so devastating that the two of them could not help but vomit blood on the spot.

Jun Mo Xie also ssed with Xiao Han, his third uncle's sworn enemy, who tried to trouble him and asked for an unreasonable price.

If not because his third uncle would be angry and that was Xiao Han's territory, Mo Xie was almost about to take care of that arrogant bastard on the spot.

Just as Jun Mo Xie was about to leave with Tang Yuan, his instincts flared. A strange disturbance lingered in the air—a presence, dark and sinister.

The unmistakable scent of assassins.

Without thinking, his spiritual sense unfurled like an invisible net, laced with chilling, awe-inspiring killing intent.

But in that very instant.

BOOM!

A trendous spiritual pressure crashed down upon him like a celestial hamr, severing his own spiritual sense in one clean strike! The force was precise, devastatingly so. Not even a single ripple reached Tang Yuan, who stood right beside him, completely unaware.

This pressure… it was far beyond the likes of Xiao Han or Mu Xuetong.

No, this was sothing else. Sothing far more stronger!

Jun Mo Xie's mind worked like lightning. He had only just spread his spiritual sense to track those assassins after they left the auction hall. A re flicker of killing intent, an almost imperceptible fluctuation in his aura, yet that alone had been enough to alert this hidden existence.

And now, it was hunting him down!

Still, he remained calm. Whoever it was… they had only sensed his spiritual probe, nothing more. His identity was still safe.

However, before he could decide his next move, the overwhelming spiritual force intensified. It roared forward like a tidal wave, crashing down upon him, enveloping him completely!

A sharp gleam flashed through Jun Mo Xie's eyes. He let out a cold snort.

BOOM!

With an effortless flick of his will, he counterattacked!

Miles away, deep within the underground chambers of the Magnificent Jewel Hall, an old man sat cross-legged, his eyes shut in serene ditation.

But in the next mont, his entire body convulsed!

PUH!

His eyes shot open in disbelief, and a mouthful of blood burst from his lips.

His body trembled. His face paled. Sweat poured down his forehead in thick rivulets.

"Impossible…" He muttered, his voice hoarse with shock.

He was a Spirit Xuan realm expert! A being who stood above countless warriors, feared and revered alike. And yet, his own spiritual force when directed at that unknown existence had been shattered as effortlessly as a child's sandcastle against a tidal wave.

There was only one explanation.

"The peak of the Spirit Xuan realm!"

The old man's heart pounded.

"Only soone at the absolute pinnacle of the Spirit Xuan realm could have broken through my pressure so easily… so decisively. That ans… that ans a true monster lurks within Tian Xiang City!"

His hands trembled as he wiped the cold sweat from his brow. His expression twisted with fear.

"Who is it?! Why is such a supre being hiding here?! Is sothing earth-shattering about to happen in Tian Xiang?!"

His thoughts ran wild, but deep in his soul, one thing was certain—a storm was coming.

Back to Jun Mo Xie, a smirk played at the corner of his lips as he scoffed inwardly.

A re Spirit Xuan dares to challenge ? Pathetic.

His laughter echoed within his mind, dripping with mockery. Did that old fool really believe he could suppress him? Him?!

If he hadn't held back just now, that frail old man wouldn't have just coughed up blood—he would've had his very soul shattered into dust!

Jun Mo Xie's eyes glead with an icy chill. 'This ti, I showed rcy… but next ti?'

A sinister chuckle escaped his lips.

'Hehe… There won't be a next ti.'

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