Chapter 73: Crossing Blades

Zhao Feng, controlling Qiu He, stroked his chin. "Master Xiang, the words I spoke—perhaps you should give them some thought."

Xiang Hu raised his right hand. "No need to consider. I will never strip Xiang Tao of his position as heir!"

"Heh! Well then, apologies, but seems there's nothing left to discuss?"

Xiang Hu's expression darkened. "Indeed, there’s nothing to discuss. But you cannot threaten me!"

Boom!

As he finished speaking, Xiang Hu’s entire body erupted with a fierce aura. Inch by inch, his energy soared and his previously stooped back straightened, standing tall.

"Hmph!" Xiang Hu snorted coldly. "I don't believe a weakling who was at others’ mercy just yesterday could become a martial master overnight. So let me test you—see what you’re truly capable of!"

Qiu He’s lips curled into his trademark, cruel smile.

Boom!

Qiu He’s aura exploded as well. His hair and beard stirred without a breeze, and a storm whipped through, hurling everyone present into the air. Tables and chairs splintered in an instant.

The crowd was stunned.

"What is going on here? Is this a movie shoot?"

"Damn, what is this? A martial arts drama?"

The dignitaries and doctors from various cities were all shocked at the display from the two men.

Suddenly, Xiang Hu moved.

He thrust out a hand, hard as iron, and struck toward Qiu He. His fierce momentum made him seem nothing like a seventy-year-old man.

Qiu He's smile grew even more ruthless.

Boom!

His clothes billowed and flapped, untouched by wind. He slowly extended his right hand, just gently reaching out.

Bang!

A muffled sound.

Xiang Hu stared at Qiu He, astonished. His lightning-fast fist had been caught. He knew himself to be a third-level martial artist.

Xiang Hu was shocked. "You—you—who are you?"

Qiu He replied calmly, "I am a demon."

The meaning of these words was lost on everyone, Xiang Hu included.

"Screw you!" Xiang Chang, standing to the side, drew his pistol. "Even if you’re a third-level martial artist, you can’t withstand a bullet!"

Bang! Xiang Chang fired without hesitation. The muzzle flashed, and a bullet spun swiftly toward Qiu He.

Yet Qiu He only sneered, cruel and imperious. Without even looking, he slowly raised his right hand and snatched at the air.

Crack!

A dull sound.

Everyone blinked in disbelief.

Qiu He’s right hand rested before his forehead. He slowly opened his palm.

Ting!

A bullet dropped to the floor.

Wow!

The crowd was aghast.

"My God! What is happening here?"

"Damn, is this a film set?"

"Is this a martial arts TV drama?"

"Mother of mine! Is this 'Kung Fu'?"

"Fire Cloud Evil God?"

Qiu He glared coldly at Chang. "I’ll cripple your arm!"

He reached out with a massive hand toward Xiang Chang.

Xiang Chang was terrified, retreating at speed.

At that moment, his own aura was revealed—he was a second-level martial artist.

Boom, boom!

Xiang Chang leapt back several times, retreating rapidly, but Qiu He followed him like a specter.

Bang!

Cornered at the wall, Xiang Chang had nowhere left to run. Qiu He darted forward, pressing his face close against Xiang Chang’s.

Bang!

Qiu He seized Xiang Chang by the throat, lifting him directly off the ground.

"Ugh!"

Xiang Chang’s face reddened, neck bulging—he couldn’t breathe at all.

"Stop!" Xiang Hu roared, hurling a fist at Qiu He’s back.

Without even turning, Qiu He swung Xiang Chang, smashing him toward Xiang Hu.

Xiang Chang was used like a brick.

"My heavens! What is going on? Qiu He’s strength is incredible!"

"Exactly!"

Bang!

Xiang Chang collided with Xiang Hu; both rolled across the floor like rubber balls.

Crash!

They smashed through tables and chairs, rolling from one corner to the opposite.

Fear compounded their shock.

What was happening? None had ever seen such a thing.

The crowd murmured anxiously.

But none were more astonished than Qiu He himself.

Inside, Qiu He’s heart was in tumult, waves of shock rising.

"Just who is my master? Is he an immortal?"

"It seems my decision to become his disciple was the wisest I’ve ever made!"

The scene fell silent.

If Qiu He wished to slaughter everyone present, they would be no more than helpless chicks before him.

"Ah!"

Some dignitaries screamed, dropping to their knees.

"Spare me! Spare me, I beg you! I can give you money!"

Qiu He merely cast a cold glance at him, and the man instantly dared not utter another word.

Cough!

Xiang Hu spat a mouthful of blood.

"Qiu He, state your purpose! You’ve gone to such lengths—it can’t be merely for revenge!" Xiang Hu stared at Qiu He’s face.

None of these mortals could comprehend it. Qiu He was no longer himself, but possessed by Zhao Feng.

Qiu He laughed coldly. "You guessed wrong! I did all this purely for revenge!"

Xiang Hu was taken aback. "What do you mean?"

Qiu He shook his head. "Nothing. A year ago, you beat me half to death. But I should thank you! Without that, I wouldn’t have met my senior sister. So..."

"So, that’s the only reason you’re alive!"

Xiang Hu drew a deep breath. "What do you really want, then?"

Hmph!

Qiu He snorted coldly—or rather, Zhao Feng did.

"It’s simple. I want the world to know—I am a master of ancient martial arts!"

"And then, I want everyone to seek me out!"

Xiang Hu frowned. "Qiu He, do you not know the rule?"

"What rule?"

Xiang Hu inhaled deeply. "Martial artists must not disrupt the order of the world!"

Scoff!

Zhao Feng merely sneered, "What does that rule have to do with me?"

"You—" Xiang Hu was speechless.

Xiang Chang, beside him, thundered, "A martial artist must not reveal himself to the world!"

Zhao Feng laughed coldly, "What does that matter to me?"

"You—you—you! Arrogant!"

Qiu He shook his head. "Now, let’s discuss another matter."

"What matter?" Xiang Hu asked.

Heh! Zhao Feng laughed coldly. "I can cure your illness and restore you to your prime! You could live to at least one hundred twenty!"

"One hundred twenty?" Xiang Hu’s face lit with longing.

"What do you require of me?" Xiang Hu asked.

Heh!

Qiu He smiled cruelly. "The first thing is simple!"

"What is it?"

"From now on, you must work for me!"

"No problem!" Xiang Hu answered without hesitation.

"Heh! As for the second thing..."

"What is it?" Xiang Hu pressed.

Suddenly, Qiu He leapt back.

Whoosh!

A shuriken embedded itself in the floor.

A ruthless smile appeared on Qiu He’s face. "Scum from the Japanese Empire?"