Chapter 44: The Devouring Heaven Demonic Art Reappears

Everyone’s faces changed dramatically in shock.

Chu Tian seemed not to regard Xiao Feng as an opponent at all, nor did he take him seriously.

“Hahaha, what an arrogant little brat you are!”

“I was originally willing to give the Wei family another chance, but it appears now that they do not appreciate it.”

“Fine, then I’ll kill you first and then wipe out the Wei family. I’d like to see how you intend to show no mercy!”

Xiao Feng, enraged to the point of laughter, changed his mind on the spot and decided to kill Chu Tian first. His eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Wei Changtian’s expression shifted drastically.

“Chu Tian, do you want to bring destruction upon the whole Wei family?”

“Master Xiao already promised to spare us, so why are you meddling further?”

Wei Changtian didn’t believe for a moment that Chu Tian could defeat Xiao Feng; he only felt that Chu Tian was making matters worse.

“Changtian, be quiet! How dare you speak to Mr. Chu like that!”

Wei Yuansheng rebuked sternly. Although he too found Chu Tian reckless, he knew Chu Tian was standing up for the Wei family.

On the other hand, Wei Changtian only cared about saving his own skin, unwilling to sacrifice even an arm, and worse, dragging his daughter Wei Qingqiu into harm’s way as well.

Such cowardice was truly a disgrace to the Wei family!

“Father, was I wrong?” Wei Changtian retorted, indignant. “Master Xiao already agreed to give us a way out, but now Chu Tian wants to drag the whole family to death. He’s clearly trying to get us all killed!”

Wei Yuansheng was left speechless.

If this was the Wei family’s fate, then so be it.

At that moment, Chu Tian had already become a blur and charged straight at Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng’s pupils contracted, and the mocking smile vanished from his face as he immediately retreated.

Chu Tian’s speed suddenly increased to a terrifying degree, surpassing even what Xiao Feng’s eyes could track.

It must be known that a grandmaster’s senses far exceed those of ordinary people; even the trajectory of a bullet could not escape a master of this level.

But Chu Tian’s speed was simply monstrous.

Xiao Feng retreated five or six steps before he could barely steady himself.

No sooner had he regained his footing than he leapt forward again, counterattacking and slashing down at Chu Tian’s head with his blade.

The slash tore through the air with terrifying force!

Had it landed, Chu Tian would have been split clean in two.

But Chu Tian did not dodge. Instead, he raised two fingers and directly met the flashing edge of the katana.

In the next instant, his two fingers caught the blade, and all the weapon’s momentum vanished, the katana suspended motionless in midair.

“Impossible!”

Xiao Feng’s face changed drastically; he tried to wrench the blade free, but found it held fast between Chu Tian’s fingers, as if gripped by iron pincers.

“How could this be? To stop a grandmaster’s killing blow with just two fingers—what kind of cultivation is this?”

Wei Yuansheng stared in utter disbelief, frozen in place.

What he witnessed was beyond his understanding of martial arts, turning all he knew on its head.

“Are you a Martial Lord?”

Shock and disbelief flickered across Xiao Feng’s face, then gave way to deep fear.

Though there was but a thin line between Martial Lord and Martial Master, the difference in strength was like that of heaven and earth.

A grandmaster could project their inner force outward, but a Martial Lord could condense it beyond their own body, forming an unbreakable shield.

A Martial Lord’s protective aura could withstand any external harm, as if their body itself was an invincible weapon, impervious to swords or blades.

For Chu Tian to stop Xiao Feng’s katana with just two fingers, he must have reached the realm of Martial Lord.

And yet, how old was Chu Tian? He looked like a high school student.

How was it possible?

An eighteen-year-old Martial Lord—such a thing was unheard of, unimaginable!

In the next moment, Chu Tian released the blade and flicked it with a finger.

Clang!

The katana shuddered violently as if struck by a massive hammer.

Xiao Feng staggered back, retreating all the way to the villa’s doorway before coming to a halt.

Both hands gripped the hilt, but the sword continued to tremble uncontrollably.

“Who… who are you really?”

Xiao Feng’s hands went numb, blood oozing from his palms, his face a mask of disbelief.

To block a grandmaster’s full force in a mere instant—Chu Tian was undoubtedly a Martial Lord.

Against such an opponent, even one who had just ascended to that level, Xiao Feng knew he stood no chance.

“This matter began with the Wei family’s fault. I had intended to return the spirit stone and let our grudges end here.”

“But since you insist otherwise, you have no one to blame but yourself.”

“I’m keeping the spirit stone. You may go.”

Chu Tian waved him away and turned to approach Wei Qingqiu, utterly ignoring the defeated Xiao Feng behind him.

Watching Chu Tian’s departing back, Xiao Feng felt a wave of unwillingness surge within him.

Proud as he was, how could he accept defeat?

“Blood Blade!”

Hatred filled Xiao Feng’s eyes, intensifying beyond even his resentment for the Wei family.

In the next instant, he gripped the hilt with both hands and struck with all his might.

A faint crimson light flickered along the katana’s edge—Xiao Feng’s strongest strike in his entire life!

Chu Tian sensed murderous intent from behind and spun around just as the blade was about to strike his head.

Heaven-Devouring Demon Art!

Chu Tian raised his hand; a vortex appeared at his palm, swirling with spiritual energy like a miniature black hole, capable of swallowing all things.

In an instant, the crimson light on the blade was drawn into Chu Tian’s palm and vanished without a trace.

Xiao Feng’s face turned ashen, but once the strike was unleashed, there was no turning back—he could not pull back now.

He pressed on, the razor-sharp blade slashing straight for Chu Tian’s palm.

But in the next instant, instead of piercing through, the katana was caught and held fast by Chu Tian’s grip, suspended in midair, unable to move a fraction further.

“What kind of martial art is that?”

Xiao Feng was terrified, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

“It’s not a martial art. With your current level, you would not understand.”

Chu Tian’s face was impassive. He closed his palm with a light squeeze, and the once razor-sharp blade snapped into several pieces as if it were a toy.

In the next second, Chu Tian’s palm shot forward and clamped onto the crown of Xiao Feng’s head.

“Let me go! Don’t kill me…”

Xiao Feng’s face was twisted with terror; his inner energy began to drain rapidly, his body paralyzed, unable to break free.

Within seconds, every last trace of energy in Xiao Feng’s body was sucked dry, his flesh shriveling, leaving him a withered corpse.

Chu Tian withdrew his hand. Xiao Feng’s shriveled body collapsed to the ground, so brittle even his bones had turned to dust.