63: Chapter 63 Annihilating a Seventh-Rank Individual with a Single Kick

That night.

Shen Xingchen was sitting on a stone stool in the courtyard.

"Hello, is this Student Shen?"

"It's me."

Shen Xingchen answered the phone.

On the other end was a pleasant female voice.

"This is the admissions office of Xinghai Martial Arts. Are you interested in coming to our school?"

Shen Xingchen thought for a moment. "I'm quite fond of Teacher Wen Xuan at your academy. Can you contact her?"

"That's wonderful, she's right next to me!" The girl on the other end was delighted.

Shen Xingchen continued, "That's great. I'm very interested in her strength, but I'm very dissatisfied with the technique she specializes in.

Could you ask her for me,

if she could start over and specialize in Lightning Technique for my sake?"

He looked full of anticipation.

This was an Eighth-Rank instructor; even in the Three Academies, such instructors were rare.

The other end of the line: "..."

After a long silence, the sound of something being smashed came through.

Then the young lady hurriedly hung up the phone:

"Student Shen, I have an urgent matter. Let's chat next time..."

"Beep, beep, beep..."

Shen Xingchen froze. "She actually hung up, how rude!"

Just as he stood up, intending to collect his dried clothes,

Suddenly,

Within his martial sense, two extremely powerful spiritual aura fluctuations approached at high speed.

Just as he turned his head,

Two figures suddenly appeared in front of him.

Shen Xingchen recognized one of the figures—it was He Yan's father, whom he had met once before!

"What is the meaning of you two coming to my home so late?"

Shen Xingchen said with a cold face, the barrier of his lingxi pendant already activated.

He Yan's father smiled at the person beside him. "He asks what we mean. What do you say we mean, Brother Han?"

The man named Han said, "Old He, it's just dealing with a Rank Three. Is there really a need for a Rank Seven like me to step in?"

He Yan's father replied, "This kid is very bizarre. Last time I saw him, I actually felt an inexplicable pressure, as if I was locked on by some formidable existence."

Even now, he felt that the look Shen Xingchen gave him that day contained such pure intent to kill.

As if as long as Shen Xingchen harbored a thought, he would die on the spot.

For Shen Xingchen, who was only Rank Two at the time, this was quite strange.

Then, He Yan's father looked at Shen Xingchen again, his eyes cold. "Tell me, did you kill my daughter?"

Shen Xingchen's expression darkened completely.

Coming to my home in the middle of the night with such obvious hostility...

Does it even matter whether I killed He Yan or not?

He sneered, "She deserved to die!"

He Yan's father gnashed his teeth, eyes wide with rage. "It really was you!"

He suddenly struck out at Shen Xingchen with a palm. "My daughter was so pure! How could you bring yourself to do it!"

Boom—

A Rank Five strike slammed viciously against the barrier of the lingxi pendant.

Bringing forth a blast of fierce wind.

Cracks appeared on the lingxi pendant's barrier, but it still blocked the strike.

Shen Xingchen chuckled in exasperation. "Do you really not know how many disgusting things your daughter did?"

He Yan's father was so enraged he lost his reason. "I don't care about any of that! You killed my daughter, so you deserve to die!"

Seeing that his strike failed, he said to the other man, "Old Han, do it!"

The man named Han sighed, boundless spiritual energy surging from his palm.

Shen Xingchen's eyes turned mocking.

Since you want to die, I'll fulfill your wish!

Inside the lingxi barrier, Shen Xingchen took a deep breath.

He raised his arm, pressing his fingers together, and pointed at the noticeably stronger man named Han.

As a cold gleam of sword qi first surfaced,

The two men opposite him felt a terrifying killing intent that nearly suffocated them.

This was the sword qi left behind by Sword Saint Cui Ping!

"Old Han, stop him! Don't let him release that sword qi!" He Yan's father panicked.

Sword intent and sword qi, almost tangible, gathered at Shen Xingchen's fingertip.

Right at that moment,

"Brat, wasting your precious sword qi on these two trash pieces isn't really worth it, is it?"

A voice came from behind Shen Xingchen.

It was actually the black-clothed old man from next door.

With just a gentle pat from him, the sword qi on Shen Xingchen's finger dispersed and returned to his acupoints.

Shen Xingchen looked over in confusion.

Only to see the black-clothed old man didn't pause; in another instant, he kicked out.

What a casual kick it was.

Just like walking by the roadside and stepping on an ant.

Even with a Rank Seven cultivation, the man named Han had his chest cave in and flew backward, barely breathing.

"See, isn't this very simple?" the black-clothed old man said.

"You are... fucking awesome!" Shen Xingchen choked for a moment before blurting out those words.

A Rank Seven martial artist...

slain by a fucking single kick?

Looks like Little Fatty is quite good at taking a beating!

He Yan's father was completely stunned.

Han Yue was his friend of many years, incomparably talented since childhood, reaching Rank Seven in his early forties with powerful strength.

Yet that old man used only a single move.

It couldn't even be called a move, just casually raising and retracting a leg...

Just what kind of background did Shen Xingchen have that he didn't know about?

To be able to mobilize a figure like this?

The black-clothed old man chuckled. "I've crippled them for you. Dispose of them as you wish."

Saying that, he casually kicked out once more.

Before He Yan's father even had time to be shocked,

His chest caved in just like the man named Han, and he coughed up mouthfuls of blood.

"You... this?" Shen Xingchen was shocked.

He understood that the black-clothed old man was strong, but why was he helping him?

"Handle them first. I'll explain after you're done," the black-clothed old man said.

Shen Xingchen didn't stand on ceremony either and nodded.

He first walked over to the Rank Seven martial artist named Han and took a dagger out of his gilded bracelet.

Without hesitation, he plunged it into his heart.

The man named Han stared with wide eyes until his death, unable to believe he was dying at the hands of a Rank Three martial artist.

Then Shen Xingchen came up to He Yan's father and grabbed him by the hair.

This movement agitated the wound on He Yan's father's chest.

The pain caused veins to bulge across his body as he twitched and convulsed.

"What a pity. It seems you won't be able to get your revenge," Shen Xingchen said in a flat tone tinged with provocation.

He Yan's father's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at Shen Xingchen with deep resentment.

He truly hated.

He was going to die before he could personally slay his daughter's killer.

"Do you know what makes people like you so disgusting?" Shen Xingchen looked at him coldly.

"It's the double standard bred into the bones of both you and your daughter!"

"Your daughter tried to kill me multiple times, even targeting those close to me. She just was too much of a useless trash to succeed!"

"That doesn't mean the evil she committed against me was any less!" Shen Xingchen said.

"It's nothing more than the winner taking all!"

He Yan's father sneered coldly, coughing up another big mouthful of blood.

This seemed to drain all his spirit and break his entire backbone.

Shen Xingchen smiled again. "Do you know what turns red when you cut it open?"

He Yan's father was dazed, looking somewhat confused.

A smirk appeared on Shen Xingchen's lips. "It's your daughter, pal!"

The fire that had burned out in He Yan's father flared up again, his chest heaving violently as if he wanted to devour Shen Xingchen alive.

Having finished his vulgar joke, Shen Xingchen thrust the dagger once more into He Yan's father's neck.

"Boring!"

Shen Xingchen wiped the blood off his hands.