All three members of the Wu family were startled, this script was too familiar. Wasn't this grandma Mu's style? Attacking as soon as dialogue failed. Facing this attack Wu Zemin wasn't even able to react, he could only watch as the fireball came at him, bringing with it a feeling of death.
He knew of the divide between the mortal world and the cultivation world but for the first time he felt the absolute difference in strength and the disregard cultivators had for mortal authority.
As the fireball came searing at Wu Zemin, a small figure appeared in front of it and swung his fist, a fist wind appeared in front of it and blew away at the fireball, quickly snuffing it out. Huan Ming's pupils contracted, it was actually that small kid who had blown out his attack.
Uncle Xie beside him exhaled in shock. Huan Ming was at the seventh stage of the qi gathering stage, his fireball technique should have directly blasted any non-cultivator dead.
Who the heck was this kid? He had blown out the attack like a candle using only his body strength; even divine inborn strength couldn't achieve this right. There was definitely a secret involved in this, and he had to find it.
Huan Ming's gaze grew even more fervent as he mobilized his spiritual qi to send out a wind blade he didn't believe the kid could blow out. Wu Tian excitedly watched the wind blade approach as he sent out a punch at full strength. He was eager to test out his skin strengthening against it.
During this year, he had taken advantage of his strong physique to blaze through the body tempering realm. He had completed muscle strengthening, flesh strengthening strengthening and was now halfway through skin strengthening.
It was a bit risky receiving this attack but he was confident in his body's healing factor. As the wind blade approached Wu Tian felt a mysterious feeling, he followed it angled his fist, hitting it at a particular spot.
The wind blade shattered and its scattered on his body, giving him a comfortable feeling as he felt his skin strengthening improve.
All the people present had astonished expressions; they couldn't believe that someone was actually fighting a cultivator using their body. No martial artist had ever achieved that, even the best connate grandmasters could only barely escape with their life in front of a sixth stage cultivator.
Huan Ming of course felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment at everyone's gaze. His gaze grew ferocious as he whipped out fireballs and wind blades at Wu Tian who ferociously sent punch after punch, breaking them and letting them splash on his body. He even had a pleasurable expression on his face, as if he was enjoying it.
Everyone had strange expressions on their faces and Huan Ming almost blew up in rage. However when everyone was expecting him to blow up, his face suddenly calmed down. He reached down into the pouch on his waist and produced a sword.
Wu Tian and Wu Zemin were startled at the sight, how could such a big sword fit in such a small purse, was he a magician? But then they remembered Lin Qing had mentioned it, it was a storage pouch and it could things within its space. It was similar to a compressed portable bag.
Huan Ming sneered at Wu Tian as he made a sign and controlled the sword to hover in front of him," I don't believe your body can resist a magic tool."
As soon as he said that he controlled the sword in front of him to shoot at Wu Tian who sensed something wrong, his senses lit up like a sun and he leapt up immediately, it was luckily he did as the sword flashed past where he had been just a nanosecond ago narrowly missing cleaving his feet off.
Huan Ming was right in that Wu Tian couldn't resist a magic tool. He might be able to resist common swords and spears but a magic tool cleaved through iron as if it were mud. Wu Tian's body wouldn't do much better.
Wu Tian hopped and leapt, narrowly dodging the sword as it sought to make holes in him. He really didn't dare to let it touch him and the narrow dodges made his blood boil as the adrenaline rushed through his body.
He could feel his blood pump as the sword rushed above his head just as he ducked, forcefully compressing his head as the flying sword flew above his head, cutting off a few strands of flowing hair.
Wu Tian felt cold sweat flow down his face. If he had just ducked a little slower he would have definitely been a head shorter by now. Wu Zemin and Lin Qing felt a chill when they saw how close Wu Tian had been to death.
She had almost made a move to interfere, but refrained as she saw that Wu Tian was all right. However she focused her spiritual sense intently on them, intending to make a lightning move immediately she saw something wrong.
She felt another spiritual sense apart from her own and traced it to the old man. Uncle Xie was also surprised as he traced her spiritual sense back to her.
Lin Qing was a former soul formation cultivator; her spiritual sense was extremely strong so that even with her barely recovered cultivation at the fifth qi gathering stage she had a stronger spiritual sense than uncle Xie.
This puzzled him as he couldn't feel any foundation establishment pressure from her, yet her spiritual force was stronger than him, an early stage foundation establishment cultivator.
He immediately became even more vigilant and thought that he had perhaps made a mistake in how he judged the strength of this manor.
Meanwhile, Huan Ming had a gleeful expression on his face as he watched Wu Tian scurry around from his sword, perhaps he could dodge it once or twice but he would eventually be caught.
One good slash and Wu Tian would be as good as dead. He would then capture him and the man and have uncle Xie capture and violate that woman before he took the immortal seedlings and achieved his goal.
He could imagine their expressions on their faces as did it and it made him eager to do it. A hideous grin appeared on his face and he concentrated on chopping down Wu Tian
Wu Tian felt his body become tired, the strained state of his mind as he keenly judged the sword and calculated its trajectory made him feel a headache coming on.
He estimated that perhaps he had an advantage there as he could quickly calculate and figure out its trajectory almost instinctively and thus dodge. All the same he still had cuts and scrapes all over his body from close dodges.
All the same he had achieved his goal, as he twisted his small body and rotated in the air, allowing the flying sword to zoom past as he sprang at Huan Ming.
Everyone then realized that Wu Tian had been steadily moving towards Huan Ming as he dodged the sword, Huan Ming had been so concentrated on controlling the sword that he hadn't paid attention to Wu Tian's position and now when he sprang at him it was too late.