I Can See Your Combat Power

“The fight has been had, the words said, now would Master Luo please make way?”

The imposing presence came fiercely, even ready to resort to violence, but in the end, didn’t have the upper hand, not to mention losing the argument.

Grandmaster of Martial Saint Mountain, yet having lost both face and substance, Luo QingChi was overwhelmed with shame and vanished into a Spiritual Light.

When he reappeared, it was at the Yun Residence atop Qilin Mountain. Upon seeing Luo QingChi, Bu Lin immediately approached with a fawning expression and eagerly asked, “Did Master Luo manage to extract that vile entity?”

Although it was a question, Bu Lin already had the answer in his heart. There was no reason for the Grandmaster of Martial Saint Mountain to fail; he merely wanted confirmation that the warrior who had become his nightmare, the Divine Power that was exceedingly restraining to his spirit, had been obliterated from the mortal world.

“The Divine Power was flawless, the mistake lay with the person.”

“What are you saying, Master Luo!?” Bu Lin was shocked and disbelieving, hardly able to believe that Luo QingChi, who had always deemed Yin-Yang Grinding heretical, would admit to a mistake. He repeatedly said, “Could it be that smooth-talking thief used some enchanting trick? Please don’t believe it, Master Luo, that scoundrel is nothing if not cunning; please don’t fall for his tricks!”

Already smoldering with rage in front of the phoenix carriage and further provoked by these words, Luo QingChi shouted angrily, “Are you suggesting that Luo is easily deceived by others?”

“That… is not at all what I meant.” Bu Lin hadn’t expected his offhand comment to provoke such fury from Luo QingChi and hurriedly tried to make amends, “Master Luo can see the subtle and perceive the profound, discerning the hearts of others, how could someone so insightful be easily deceived? It must be that the youngster used fallacious arguments to confuse the Master, it has to be so!”

To see the subtle and perceive the profound, discerning the hearts of others, these words of praise felt like harsh slaps across Luo QingChi’s face. As a Grandmaster-level martial artist, he naturally had a great understanding of the martial path. Thus, when Tang Luo pointed it out, he soon realized the defect in refining essence with Yin-Yang Grinding. However, it was something he should have understood on his own, if not for his childhood experiences and fears preventing him from looking back, making him turn a blind eye instead and sinking deeper into his obsession.

Moreover, because Yin-Yang Grinding was extremely rare, even Martial Saint Mountain wasn’t fully aware of it, and not a single person had come forward to correct him, leading to such a misunderstanding.

Reflecting on the past, if he truly could discern the hearts of others, he would have been able to overcome his fears and look back. But he couldn’t do either, which is why he ended up in this predicament today.

That sense of shame welled up in him once again; Luo QingChi, with a sweep of his sleeve, sent the silenced fool flying with the Five-Color Divine Light. By the time Bu Lin came to, he was standing outside, facing the tightly closed gates of the Luo Residence.

Dao Child of Qilin Mountain, having never been treated this way, indignantly said, “A great Grandmaster can’t even handle a bumpkin, and yet he’s angry with me!”

“Ptui!”

After spitting on the stone steps of the Residence, Bu Lin walked away disgruntled.

…

After having sent Luo QingChi off, Tang Luo, supporting his waist, returned to the phoenix carriage, first thanking Xiao Jinlin, then collapsed onto the seat, drawing everyone around him to ask questions.

“Brother (Captain), what’s wrong?”

“My wife is skilled in the healing arts; shall we have her examine and treat Brother Tang?”

Facing everyone’s concern, Tang Luo waved his hand and said, “I just suffered some internal injuries from the impact of the Yin Fire Earth Evil. I’ll be fine after some restorative breathing. The most important thing now is to leave Kunwu’s domain quickly to avoid any further complications.”

The Grandmaster skill that could disperse more than ten teams of warriors from Fierce Realm was not so easy to withstand. Even though Xiao Jinlin had retracted his strength at the end, Tang Luo still sustained considerable injuries. His Undying Battle Body was breached immediately, and although he used the Spiritual Shield to block the most ferocious Earth Evil thunder, the ground fire that erupted still poured into his body through his wound. Although it was quickly refined by the Yin-Yang Grinding, the damage had been done. He could’ve used Innate Qi to heal, but after simply suppressing the injury, he gathered the last of his reserves for a surprise attack. Now, only a few strands of Innate Qi were left in his body. With the array of the Undying Battle Body broken and the Divine Storage becoming listless, the supply of Innate Qi came to a halt.

So, the most important thing was to re-engrave the Divine Array, not to receive treatment because his physique was too strong—ordinary medicines and stones were utterly ineffective on him, not as good as his own regenerative ability.

As the phoenix carriage traveled westward, no one noticed several men in green robes on the ground who occasionally looked up, following in step beneath the carriage.

If Tang Luo could’ve faced them, he would’ve recognized these familiar faces—they were the Martial Ancestors from the Mi Clan that he “healed” at North Mountain years ago.

While the famous name of Longxi and Luo the Devil King echoed through Kunwu, a group of disgraced scions filled their hearts with hatred.

With the Mi Clan destroyed, a millennium-old house reduced to a tenth of its wealth, only a few young sprouts were left. The most painful among them was the clan leader, Mi Hou.

The strong always take on more responsibility, so when Mi Hou, the former clan leader, heard of the Mi Clan’s defeat, he took the blame upon himself. If it hadn’t been for the Sans Feather Eighteen Riders who had not achieved anything, if he hadn’t been greedy for merit and advanced without retreating in time, how could he have implicated five top Martial Ancestors and caused them to lose most of their combat power?

If those top combatants had remained on the battlefield, the outcome of the battle might have changed, and his two most cherished children wouldn’t be in a life-or-death situation.

In the rebellion at New City, Mi Shen was captured by the Xiao Family, his soul searched until death; the clan land was breached, and Mi Hou was struck down by a combined attack, his body left with no dignity.

When Mi Hou heard this news, he wished he could kill himself by banging his head against the ground, but he couldn’t—he still had to take care of the young sprouts of various families who had fled to Kunwu and arrange many affairs.

The order of taking vengeance was bitterly suppressed deep in his rational heart.

He thought he would never see Tang Clan again, yet in Kunwu, he heard of Longxi being invited, and if he could maintain his composure back then, after hearing about Luo the Devil King’s rise to fame in one battle, he could no longer sit still.

Everyone in Xiling knew Tang Luo was a top genius, but no one expected this genius, when placed in the long river of history, to remain undimmed.

If such a person were to grow up, the Mi Clan would have no chance of avenging themselves. That’s why Mi Hou had people watching day and night at the Longxi caravan’s station, waiting for a chance.

The highly anticipated Grandmaster failed to accomplish his mission, and unexpectedly, another enemy of the Mi Clan was sitting atop the phoenix carriage—formerly the strongest man in Xiling—Xiao Jinlin!

If his feelings towards the Tang Clan were nothing more than bitterness over defeat, Mi Hou’s hatred for the treacherous Xiao Family was etched into his marrow. It especially galled him that, other than the newly rising Longxi Alliance in Longzhou, the legends of the Fire-Stealing Grandmaster were the most numerous, which made him realize the extent of the storm that the once unremarkable number one powerhouse in Xiling had caused in Longzhou over the years.

So they had to wait, wait for a chance that they didn’t know would ever come, and their target also shifted from Tang Luo to anyone else.

As long as they succeeded, it would be enough, even if it meant dying at Xiao Jinlin’s hands after killing Tang Luo.

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