C29 Wang Fei's Uneasiness

"Indeed, this is the Wang Family's sole Grandmaster Battle Spell. To have forced me to use this Battle Spell, you should die content!" Wang Fei declared with an air of superiority.

He was currently employing the most formidable Battle Spell within the Wang Family, one that was of Grandmaster Level. Such a Battle Spell was unique even within the Wang Family. As the son of the family patriarch, it was only natural that Wang Fei had mastered it.

Earlier, Xiao Yu's powerful strikes had taken him by surprise, prompting him to unleash his strongest Battle Spell right from the start, leaving no opportunity for Xiao Yu to counter.

Wang Fei's palms struck out relentlessly, each one fierce and unyielding. The Battle Spell consisted of thirteen palm techniques, each one more unpredictable and bizarre than the last. Its fame was widespread throughout Giant Stone City; who there hadn't heard of it?

Brimming with confidence in his Battle Spell and with his cultivation far surpassing Xiao Yu's, Wang Fei watched as Xiao Yu kept dodging, unable to fight back. This filled Wang Fei with a sense of calm assurance and smug satisfaction.

He was convinced that Xiao Yu wouldn't last much longer and would soon succumb to defeat.

However, Wang Fei failed to realize that he was nearing the end of his thirteen palm sequence. Xiao Yu, appearing unable to strike back, showed no signs of defeat.

"At the Spirit Origin Stage Five Transformations, wielding a Grandmaster Battle Spell allows one to rival the combat strength of someone without a Battle Spell," Xiao Yu mused internally as he engaged in battle with Wang Fei.

Of course, Wang Fei was unaware that Xiao Yu's assessment included not just cultivation but also the Battle Spell. Xiao Yu had intentionally allowed Wang Fei to demonstrate it, curious to gauge the true power of someone at Wang Fei's level when employing a Grandmaster Battle Spell.

To Xiao Yu, a Grandmaster Level Battle Spell, though treasured in Giant Stone City, was essentially worthless. The palm technique Wang Fei was using seemed riddled with flaws to Xiao Yu, who was confident he could dismantle it with ease if he so chose.

With the breadth of experience and insight from his past life, he could unravel the secrets of any Battle Spell with just a glance, even if it was his first encounter with it. To him, a seasoned scholar well-versed in literature, these Battle Spells were as elementary as basic arithmetic—utterly devoid of mystery.

As Xiao Yu watched Wang Fei execute the final moves of the Battle Spell, he had already formed an assessment in his mind. A Grandmaster Battle Spell could elevate a Fifth Cycle Spirit Origin Stage practitioner like Wang Fei to the level of a Sixth Cycle cultivator who lacked a Battle Spell. Though Xiao Yu's own cultivation was only at the Third Cycle, his past life's memories granted him the ability to effortlessly dismantle any Battle Spell.

Absolute strength could render any technique laughable, but the reverse was also true: when skill was honed to perfection, it could overcome even the most formidable of opponents. Naturally, there were limits to this disparity.

Xiao Yu calculated that with his present cultivation level, combined with his previous life's knowledge, no one below the Seventh Cycle of the Spirit Origin Stage could pose a challenge to him. This was because any Battle Spell an opponent wielded would be futile against him, and his mind was a treasure trove of countless Battle Spells, each capable of countering his adversary's moves.

Wang Fei continued to launch palm strikes at Xiao Yu, but as time wore on, he sensed that something was amiss. Xiao Yu, with merely a Third Cycle Spirit Origin Stage cultivation, should not have been able to withstand his most potent techniques for so long. A flicker of unease began to gnaw at Wang Fei.

"Die! Withering Blossoms!" Wang Fei's unease swelled into an overwhelming urge he could no longer suppress, unleashing the final, devastating blow of the Flying Flower Palm. In that moment, the air seemed to fill with a myriad of falling petals, their fragrance engulfing the surroundings, as Wang Fei's hands wove through the cascade, their movements myriad and mesmerizing.

"Let's see who meets their end!" Xiao Yu scoffed, his assessment of Wang Fei's strength now complete. He ceased his observation, stepped forward, and unleashed the Dragon Breaking Finger!

His golden finger shone brilliantly amidst the flurry of flower shadows, though its speed was not as swift as before, appearing somewhat sluggish.

"You think you can hurt me with that speed?" Wang Fei sneered, masking the unease in his heart.

He had great confidence in his final palm strike, the Thousand Flower Shadow Palm. In combat, it was rare for anyone to discern from where his palm would strike.

In that moment, observing Xiao Yu's movements, Wang Fei didn't hesitate. With determination, he launched his palm forward, aiming a vicious blow at Xiao Yu's forehead.

"Die!" Wang Fei's expression was ragged, his eyes glinting with malice.

"Pfft!"

The sound echoed, just like before, and the smug smirk on Wang Fei's face instantly solidified. His eyes bulged, his countenance a picture of disbelief.

He had clearly seen his last palm strike heading straight for Xiao Yu's forehead, yet Xiao Yu's finger was still some distance from him. But as his palm came down, it met nothing but air.

Simultaneously, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if something had pierced his heart.

"Do you really think your Battle Spell is that powerful?" Xiao Yu withdrew his finger from Wang Fei's heart, his expression icy.

"This... How can this be?" Wang Fei's gaze was vacant, his complexion ghostly pale, as if his soul had departed.

Why had this happened? It was nothing like he had anticipated. Xiao Yu was merely at the third level of the Spirit Origin Stage, so how had he managed to evade his most potent Battle Spell?

What he found even harder to accept was that Xiao Yu's earlier gesture seemed unremarkable and slow, yet it had pierced his heart without him even noticing.

"How can this be? Who are you, really? Why? Why..." Overwhelmed by the agony in his heart, Wang Fei was shell-shocked, his eyes slowly filling with terror.

Suddenly, he was struck by a realization. How could Xiao Yu, a mere servant of the Lin Family, have any connection to Tianming Pavilion? And how could he possess so many Spirit-gathering Talismans?

It had been less than a month since Xiao Yu first appeared, and in that short time, he had astonishingly condensed three Spirit Rivers from a baseline of zero cultivation!

What baffled him the most was that Xiao Yu, whose divine strength was significantly lower than his own, could still overpower him, even when he unleashed the Grandmaster Battle Spell. Xiao Yu showed no mercy to Wang Fei.

"If it weren't for my abilities, I might have been killed by you long ago. Since you've dared to ambush me this time, don't expect any leniency," Xiao Yu said, devoid of any sympathy for Wang Fei.

In his past life, Xiao Yu's journey to supremacy was strewn with the bones of the fallen. The death of Wang Fei wouldn't stir the slightest emotion in him.

"No, you can't kill me! I am the young master of the Wang Family, the son of the family head. If you kill me, the Wang Family will surely seek vengeance!" Wang Fei pleaded, his former pride now replaced by sheer terror and despair.

Despite realizing that his heart had been fatally pierced, he continued to cry out feebly.