Chapter 94: I Have Finished My Questions—You May Die Now

Bang!

The next moment, Ma Tianxing’s body was like a kite with its string cut, smashing heavily against the private room’s wall.

His body went limp; blood sprayed from his mouth, and he dropped to his knees.

“What sect are you from?” Chu Tian’s expression darkened, his gaze intense as he questioned.

Aside from Wu Xingyan, Ma Tianxing was the first cultivator Chu Tian had encountered, and his curiosity was piqued.

“Master Chu, I... I am a disciple of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect, responsible for maintaining contacts between our sect and the secular world.” Ma Tianxing clutched his chest, unable to stop another mouthful of blood from spilling out.

“The Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect?” Chu Tian’s brows furrowed. “Where is your sect located, and how strong is it?”

For any sect that might emerge, especially one that could turn into an enemy, Chu Tian needed to thoroughly understand its foundation.

“The Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect is in Ghost Mountain, north of the river. There are a dozen disciples, and my master has already reached the Foundation Establishment stage,” Ma Tianxing said, deliberately mentioning his master to bolster his confidence.

In today's world, deprived of spiritual energy, anyone at the Foundation Establishment stage was a dominant figure—no one dared to offend them lightly.

Hearing this, Chu Tian fell silent for a moment; he had already gauged the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect’s strength.

It was no grand sect—the strongest among them was merely at the Foundation Establishment stage.

Such a small sect would constantly lack cultivation resources and must rely on the secular world for wealth to supply their needs.

After all, cultivation demanded tremendous resources. Without support from the secular world, ordinary cultivators simply could not bear the cost.

Perhaps this was why the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect resorted to scams.

They would first lure wealthy patrons of Jiangnan with genuine spirit stones and runes. Once the crowd was hooked, they’d bring out counterfeits to swindle them, siphoning their money endlessly.

It must be said—their scheme was clever.

Unfortunately, this auction had run into Chu Tian!

“I’ve asked everything I needed. Now you may die.” Chu Tian’s face turned cold, and a formidable force gathered in his right hand.

“Master Chu, I’ve answered your questions—why must you kill me?” Ma Tianxing was terrified, his panic overriding any concern for his wounds as he protested desperately.

But no one pleaded for him.

When Ma Tianxing’s plot was exposed earlier, he had clearly intended to kill everyone present. Had Chu Tian not been there, none of them would have escaped unscathed.

If Chu Tian had lost, would Ma Tianxing have spared his opponent?

Now that he’d fallen into Chu Tian’s hands, he thought to beg for mercy—it was laughable.

Everyone present was a titan of business, their hands stained with blood; none would show mercy.

“The black mist you released was filled with ghost faces. You must have cultivated some demonic art—even sacrificed living souls for it, I presume?” Chu Tian didn’t answer Ma Tianxing directly; instead, he spoke of his cultivation technique.

Ma Tianxing’s voice faltered.

Chu Tian was right; he had indeed practiced a demonic art forged from the souls of living people.

The more souls he absorbed, the stronger his technique became.

To date, Ma Tianxing had destroyed more than a hundred lives!

He hadn’t expected Chu Tian to see through him so easily, heightening his terror.

“Evil cultivator—leaving you alive is a curse upon the world!” Chu Tian’s face darkened. Without hesitation, he threw a punch.

Boom!

The fist shadow of the Heavenly Demon Fist condensed into tangible form, shattering the air and hurtling toward Ma Tianxing.

Ma Tianxing’s face twisted in horror; he had no time to dodge. The fist shadow struck him squarely.

Bang!

His bones shattered inch by inch, a blood-red hole the size of a fist opened in his chest, and his body was flung violently against the wall.

The next moment, his eyes widened, his body collapsed, and he died on the spot.

Instantly, everyone’s faces changed as they retreated in alarm.

Only Chu Tian remained standing, an immovable mountain amidst the chaos.

“Master Chu, you’ve slain Ma Tianxing and saved my life once again. I thank you for your mercy!” Su Dingguo was the first to react, bowing in gratitude.

“Thank you, Master Chu, for saving our lives!”

Hearing this, the others came to their senses, crowding behind Chu Tian in a show of grateful respect.

Previously, they’d doubted Chu Tian’s youth—even with Su Dingguo’s repeated assurances, they couldn’t believe Chu Tian was a Martial Lord.

But now, having witnessed his strength firsthand, all doubt vanished and admiration took root.

Chu Tian’s power was overwhelming—he could slay a cultivator from the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect with ease.

Such a master must be flattered while the chance lasted; missing today’s opportunity could bring endless regret.

At least, in their eyes as ordinary mortals, Chu Tian’s fist shattering the air had transcended the realm of common men, bordering on the divine!

“Master Chu, today we owe you our lives. Otherwise, Ma Tianxing would have destroyed us.”

“The Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect is notorious for evil—who knows if his master will send someone for revenge?”

“With Master Chu here, do we need to fear the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect?”

“Master Chu sees through everything—even the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sect’s scheme. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have attended this auction specifically.”

Their words were filled with flattery; each sought to curry favor with Chu Tian, hoping to leave a good impression.

But Chu Tian ignored their praises; his gaze remained fixed on Wan Rongsheng.

“Mr. Wan, where do you think you’re going?” Chu Tian suddenly spoke, silencing everyone.

They followed his gaze, their eyes landing on Wan Rongsheng at the staircase.

The moment Ma Tianxing was killed, Wan Rongsheng was struck by terror. He’d been trying to slip away while the others fawned over Chu Tian.

But how could Chu Tian forget him?

“Master Chu, I... There must be some misunderstanding between us. Everything was forced upon me by Ma Tianxing—I never wanted to deceive anyone,” Wan Rongsheng said, forcing a smile, inwardly cursing his luck.

Now that Chu Tian had noticed him, he dared not flee in front of him. Even if he wanted to, Chu Tian could end his life in a single move—how could he court death?

“Wan Rongsheng, have you no shame?”

“You cheated us out of our money, and now you try to blame a dead man? Do you think we’re so easily fooled?”

“If Master Chu hadn’t killed Ma Tianxing, would you still be singing this tune?”