Chapter 763
"Since you won’t let us leave, we have no choice but to fight. The Childhood Skill I’ve spent decades cultivating isn’t just for show."
A Martial Artist who practiced the Childhood Skill let out a great shout, his entire body suddenly flaring with a brilliant golden light. This man was also the strongest among them. It was said that cultivating the Childhood Skill required extreme discipline; one could not be near women or lose their virility. Though the cultivation was arduous, its power was immense once mastered. Since escape was impossible, everyone pinned their hopes on this man. They hoped that with him at the core, they could all work together to stop the tall, mighty man.
Just as the Childhood Skill expert approached the Undying Barbarian King, several more men were crippled. The Undying Barbarian King was trying his best to control his strength and avoid killing anyone. After all, this was Yang Qi’s order. Although he didn’t quite understand why, an order was an order, and he had to obey.
Seeing the Childhood Skill expert charging at him, the Undying Barbarian King smiled. "You’re the strongest one here. It’s a pity your decades of cultivation will be wasted here today. This just goes to show, people need to learn how to make the right choices and not be too greedy."
"Enough noise!" the expert roared, rushing toward the Undying Barbarian King.
With each step he took, a footprint was stamped into the ground, and his aura grew stronger. Seeing this, the others knew the man was truly powerful and felt a flicker of hope. But that hope, barely kindled, was extinguished in the next instant. Before the Undying Barbarian King, the Childhood Skill expert was no different from any other Martial Artist. With a single slap, the Undying Barbarian King knocked him to the ground and crippled his martial arts.
"Spare us! Spare our lives! We were just misled by that Zheng Bunai!"
The remaining men were scared to death. Their strongest fighter couldn’t even withstand a single blow from the Undying Barbarian King. What chance did they have? They were all Fourth Rank Overlords, so why was the disparity in power so vast? It was simply unimaginable.
The Undying Barbarian King stopped his attack and looked at Yang Qi, awaiting his command.
Seeing this, the men thought they had an opportunity and began kowtowing frantically. "Mr. Yang, Mr. Yang, please spare us! We’ll never dare to do this again! We’re willing to work for you, to be your slaves! Please, we beg you!"
They were truly smashing their heads on the ground, creating small pits in the earth. A mixture of mud and blood covered each of their foreheads, but they didn’t dare stop. This was their only chance. If Yang Qi refused to spare them, their martial arts would be crippled, and decades of bitter cultivation would turn to nothing.
"I don’t make kind offers twice," Yang Qi said, shaking his head. "I already told you I would let you go, but you didn’t cherish the opportunity. By not killing you, I am already being merciful. People like you are better off as ordinary folk. As Martial Artists, who knows how many people you would harm. Barbarian King, carry out my orders."
"Yes!" The Undying Barbarian King’s voice boomed like a great bell.
He then pounced on the remaining men like a hawk snatching chicks. Unfortunately for them, these chicks had no mother hawk for protection. One by one, the Undying Barbarian King captured them, crippled their martial arts, and turned them into ordinary people.
"Perfected Wang, let them go. However, those little bastards from Sea City must stay," Yang Qi said indifferently.
Perfected Wang nodded. The martial artists whose powers had been crippled fled, no longer restrained. But when Zheng Bunai and the others tried to leave, they found they couldn’t, as if they were trapped in another space.
Yang Qi stood up, looking down on Zheng Bunai’s group as if observing a cluster of lowly insects. They shivered with fear, recalling what had just happened. Without the experts to help them, how could they possibly survive?
"You really aren’t afraid of death, are you? Daring to bring people to my doorstep to cause trouble," Yang Qi mused, a cruel smile touching the corners of his mouth. "Let me think, how should I deal with you? As it happens, I plan to wipe out all ten great families of Sea City in one fell swoop. Perhaps you could be the catalyst."
Jingnan Prefecture has finally stabilized, and I’ve been considering making a move on Sea City for a while now. I just didn’t have a good reason to act against its major families. But now, hasn’t a reason just presented itself? The young masters of Sea City’s ten great families came looking for trouble and tried to kill me. It shouldn’t be a problem for me to seek justice, right?
"What are you going to do?" they all asked, terrified. They knew this madman feared nothing. He had dared to beat them before, and he would certainly dare to do it again. Furthermore, the big man beside Yang Qi was even more terrifyingly domineering. As the saying goes, it takes a villain to handle a villain. To deal with a wolf, you first have to become one yourself.
Gritting his teeth, Zheng Bunai decided to go for broke. Since death seemed inevitable, he might as well take a gamble. "Yang Qi, aren’t you afraid of our Zheng Family?" he shouted. "If you have the guts, let me go back and get reinforcements!"
He no longer cared about losing face; all he wanted now was revenge. Once he returned to Sea City, he would obliterate Yang Qi, even if it took the entire strength of the Zheng Family. No, the Zheng Family alone wasn’t enough. He would rally the other families of Sea City, level the White Mountain Estate, and make Yang Qi kneel before him, begging for mercy.
"That’s right, Yang Qi! If you’re a man, let us go back!" others chimed in, understanding Zheng Bunai’s intent. "Let’s make a gentleman’s agreement. We’ll each gather our forces, set a date, and fight to the death!"
The rest quickly joined in, all trying to bait him with reverse psychology.
Yang Qi was amused. I was just wondering how to lure those people from Sea City over here. Who would have thought these idiots would give me the perfect excuse?
"Calling for reinforcements is fine, but go back? Forget it," Yang Qi said with a faint smile. "In this modern age of technology, this is something a simple video call can solve. Why would you need to go back in person?"
"You! You’re keeping us here?" Zheng Bunai’s expression changed instantly.
"Of course. Did you really think some pathetic reverse psychology would convince me to let you go home? What if you go back and never return?" Yang Qi waved his hand. "Call Sea City right now. Tell them when to come to Thunder City to pick you up. Only then will I let you go. Otherwise, you can all kneel here forever. You’re not going anywhere."
"Kneel now!" the Undying Barbarian King roared.
Terrified, everyone trembled and dropped to their knees on the ground.
"Now, whether you make a phone call or send a video, just get your reinforcements here. Tell them to come to the White Mountain Estate," Yang Qi said with a smile.
Zheng Bunai, Feng Wencai, and all the others were overcome by a sense of humiliation they had never experienced before—one even worse than the shame of the beating they had received earlier.