C28 A Fierce Attack

"Are you sure?" Xiao Yu's gaze turned icy in an instant.

In his past life, he was an orphan with no parents. Even in this life, he didn't know who his biological father was, let alone what his grandfather looked like. But that didn't mean he would let anyone walk all over him.

"Don't worry. As long as you do as you're told, I'll make sure your death is a sight to behold," Wang Fei said, oblivious to the chilling undertone in Xiao Yu's voice. He mistakenly thought Xiao Yu was actually considering kneeling and bargaining with him.

"Really?" Xiao Yu uttered these words before stepping towards Wang Fei.

"Ha! Last time you'd rather fight to the death than shine my shoes, and you almost got beaten to a pulp. This time you've come to your senses, huh? Good, that's quite an improvement!" Wang Fei watched Xiao Yu approach step by step, convinced he was about to kneel, the thrill of victory plain on his face.

You were so defiant before, weren't you? So full of bravado? And now, even though you know death is certain, you're still ready to kneel before me?

With a serene expression, Xiao Yu moved at a measured pace, closing the distance between himself and Wang Fei with each deliberate step.

When he was about five steps away from Wang Fei, Xiao Yu's movements abruptly quickened, and his figure flashed to Wang Fei's side.

From his slow advance to the sudden burst of speed, the contrast between stillness and motion was stark. The abrupt flash was like a thunderclap that came without warning, catching one completely off guard.

Wang Fei hadn't even had the chance to react when a golden light pierced the darkness. The light, swift as lightning, darted through the shadows, weaving a tapestry of gold. It was not only swift but carried an unusual beauty.

It all happened too quickly. In the brief moment that the golden light flashed, a series of faint sounds could be heard. Then, Wang Fei felt a warm sensation splash onto him.

Instinctively, he reached out to touch it and found the warmth to be sticky. Bringing his hand before his eyes, his face paled at the sight.

His fingers were coated with fresh, bright red blood. It was only then that he snapped back to reality and turned to look to the side.

During the ambush, Xiao Yu had brought three servants with him. They had always been close at hand, guarding him, but now, each servant's eyes were wide open, filled with an unspeakable terror as if they had witnessed something utterly horrifying.

Despite the darkness of the night, Wang Fei could clearly see that each of the three servants had a bloody hole the size of a finger in their foreheads, from which red blood was steadily oozing.

At that moment, Wang Fei felt a chill run through his entire body, from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. He had seen death before, but never had he encountered such a brutal and fierce method, which sent a shiver down his spine.

What could have possibly happened in that brief instant?

"I thought you had brought some formidable backup to ambush me, but they were just ordinary servants," Xiao Yu remarked, his right index finger still dripping with fresh blood.

He had employed the Dragon Breaking Finger technique, the same one he had used against the Lin Family's servants. But this time was different; Wang Fei was bent on killing him, and Xiao Yu had responded in kind, with lethal force.

Xiao Yu had been concerned that the servants' cultivation levels might be high, making them difficult to handle, which is why he had struck suddenly. To his surprise, the servants were no match for him, their strength too meager to even react before he ended their lives with a single touch.

"What... What Battle Spell did you use?" Wang Fei's heart plummeted. Xiao Yu's actions were swift and merciless, snuffing out three lives in mere moments.

What was the true extent of Xiao Yu's power? Wasn't he supposed to be only at the second tier of the Spirit Origin Stage? Yet, Xiao Yu had moved so swiftly that Wang Fei hadn't even caught a glimpse of his attack.

Wang Fei hadn't taken many precautions for this ambush, confident in his own fifth-tier Spirit Origin Stage cultivation against Xiao Yu's supposed second tier. He hadn't expected Xiao Yu to stand a chance, bringing only ordinary servants rather than skilled fighters.

But Xiao Yu's counterattack had left Wang Fei utterly chilled to the core.

"Why ask so many questions when you're on the brink of death?" Xiao Yu's eyes brimmed with lethal intent.

Wang Fei had been a thorn in his side more than once, nearly taking his life before, and now he was out for blood again. Xiao Yu was no pushover himself. If Wang Fei intended to kill him, he would certainly not hold back.

"Don't fool yourself into thinking I can't kill you just because you're strong!" Sensing the murderous aura emanating from Xiao Yu, Wang Fei's expression turned grim, and he launched an attack.

Xiao Yu's swift elimination of his three servants had indeed taken Wang Fei aback, but only because of Xiao Yu's ruthlessly efficient tactics. In Wang Fei's mind, Xiao Yu, who had only recently advanced to the second level of the Spirit Origin Stage, was still no match for him.

"Flying Flower Palm!" Five Spirit Rivers shone brightly on Wang Fei, channeling the power of the Spirit Rivers from his meridians into his palms. His hands glowed faintly as he aimed a strike at Xiao Yu's chest.

At the Spirit Origin Stage, practitioners harness the power of the heavens and earth to fill their twelve meridians. Each Spirit River formed within these meridians unleashes formidable divine power.

Forming a single Spirit River grants the strength of a thousand kilograms. Each additional Spirit River adds another thousand kilograms of force. Reaching the third level of the Spirit Origin Stage bestows a divine power of three thousand kilograms!

Breaking through to the fourth level doubles the increase in divine power. The formation of the fourth Spirit River alone adds two thousand kilograms, culminating in a total of five thousand kilograms when combined with the previous three.

Wang Fei, at the Fifth Transformation of the Spirit Origin Stage, wielded a staggering seven thousand kilograms of divine power in one hand. Xiao Yu, at the Third Transformation, possessed only three thousand kilograms, less than half of Wang Fei's might.

Yet, in the heat of the moment, Xiao Yu stood his ground, raising his hand to meet Wang Fei's palm head-on.

"Bam!"

Their palms collided, and Xiao Yu felt an immense force surge through his hand, threatening to tear his arm apart. But he quickly retreated, skillfully deflecting the power of Wang Fei's strike, and emerged unscathed.

"Hey, what does it matter if you're faster? You've only formed three Spirit Rivers, and your divine power is half of mine. How do you expect to fight me?" Wang Fei's confidence swelled as he watched Xiao Yu retreat. Clearly, Xiao Yu was no match for him.

The disparity in divine power was twofold—an insurmountable chasm. No matter how gifted Xiao Yu was, it seemed impossible for him to triumph under these conditions.

Xiao Yu remained silent, shaking his right hand as he reflected on the force of the earlier palm strike. Truth be told, even though Wang Fei's divine power was double his own, Xiao Yu didn't find the prospect of defeating Wang Fei to be challenging.

Since he began his cultivation in this life, Xiao Yu hadn't truly engaged in combat with anyone. He was eager to discover how his current level of cultivation, combined with the memories from his past life, would stack up against the true might of the Spirit Origin Stage.

In their previous exchange, he hadn't employed any Battle Spells; he simply wanted to gauge the disparity between their levels of cultivation.

"I never thought you, a worthless piece of trash, could condense a third Spirit River so quickly. But you're still going to die!" Wang Fei declared as he launched another attack.

He executed an unusual palm technique, his hands radiating light. Each palm strike appeared to come from the front, but his hands would end up striking from an unexpected direction—a truly bizarre technique.

"Grandmaster Battle Spell?" Xiao Yu recognized instantly that Wang Fei's palm technique was no ordinary move, but rather a Grandmaster Level Battle Spell.