Chapter 307 Crippled!
Elder Lin felt that Chen Xuan, being so young and talented, shouldn't die here!
If it were an ordinary Inner Strength Grandmaster, Chen Xuan might still have a chance, but Murong Wuji was an Inner Strength Grandmaster who cultivated mental power!
One must know that an Inner Strength Grandmaster who cultivated mental power was even more formidable than an Inner Strength Grandmaster of the same level!
In Elder Lin's view, Chen Xuan had no chance of winning!
"Get lost, you old geezer!"
Murong Wuji kicked Elder Lin.
Being old, Elder Lin accidentally fell to the ground, his face covered in blood, looking utterly pathetic. He looked up at Murong Wuji, unable to speak, his eyes streaming with tears.
Indeed, Chen Xuan had crippled Murong Wuji's disciple right in front of him, making the conflict irreconcilable.
It was just a pity that Chen Xuan was still so young.
Bang!
Murong Wuji stomped on Elder Lin's head: "Old geezer, don't be in such a hurry to die. Don't worry, after I deal with this fellow, I'll send your entire family to join him later, so you can have company on the road to the underworld!"
"Let Elder Lin go!"
Chen Xuan, witnessing this scene, instinctively clenched his fists, his face gradually turning cold!
"This old geezer should have died long ago. What's wrong with me killing him? Not only will I kill him, but I'll kill you too later!"
Murong Wuji said menacingly, stomping on Elder Lin's head a few more times.
His posture was as if he were Yama, the lord of life and death!
Chen Xuan said coldly, "A mere ninth-rank Inner Strength Grandmaster, and you dare to be so arrogant? Kneel down and kowtow to Elder Lin, and I'll spare your life!"
"What do you mean?"
Murong Wuji raised an eyebrow.
Chen Xuan's confidence surprised him.
Chen Xuan said with extreme indifference, "What if I told you I've killed a second-rank Inner Strength Grandmaster?"
Murong Wuji was stunned, then burst into laughter: "Kid, who are you trying to fool? You think you can kill a second-rank Inner Strength Grandmaster?"
"You can try!"
Before his words even fell, Chen Xuan's figure had already vanished from his original spot.
"Huh? Where did he go?"
Murong Wuji froze, then his vision blurred, and he saw a palm heading straight for his face.
"You dare..."
"Why wouldn't I dare!"
"Slap!"
A crisp sound suddenly rang out, a slap landing on Murong Wuji's face.
Murong Wuji was sent flying like a kite with a broken string.
He crashed into the TV wall, shattering the television. The TV was still powered on, sparks crackling.
This scene stunned Elder Lin and the others. Chen Xuan had actually slapped a first-rank Grandmaster?
A sliver of hope arose in their hearts; perhaps Chen Xuan was one of those reclusive powerful figures who could turn the tide.
Of course, they knew this was just a beautiful fantasy, and they weren't sure if it could be realized.
"You're asking for death!"
A shrill roar sounded!
Murong Wuji charged forward like a cannonball, his fist aimed at Chen Xuan.
Chen Xuan raised his hand to block, actually catching Murong Wuji's furious punch.
"You..."
Murong Wuji's expression turned to one of utter dread, as if he had encountered something terrifying.
"You want to kneel and admit your mistake?" Chen Xuan asked calmly.
The next moment, Murong Wuji revealed a sinister grin: "You think this is the end? It's you who should be kneeling and admitting your mistake!"
"You're talking about this? Actually, I noticed it long ago." Chen Xuan blinked.
"You..."
Murong Wuji's eyelids twitched. The next moment, looking at Chen Xuan, his face instantly changed drastically.
Chen Xuan swung his arm, drawing a circle in the air, and a surge of majestic spiritual energy instantly formed a shield.
The dense steel needles seemed to enlarge in Chen Xuan's pupils.
A series of clinking sounds echoed as they struck the shield fiercely.
In fact, those incomparably sharp steel needles were condensed from Murong Wuji's mental power!
It was precisely because of these mysterious methods that Inner Strength Grandmasters who cultivated mental power were stronger than Inner Strength Grandmasters of the same level!
However, this move was easily broken by Chen Xuan.
At this moment, Murong Wuji swallowed hard. He felt that Chen Xuan's earlier words were not groundless, and it was very likely that this guy had indeed eliminated a second-rank Inner Strength Grandmaster!
Thinking of this, cold sweat began to trickle down his forehead.
Soon, he made a decision.
Escape!
Murong Wuji turned and ran!
"Teacher, don't leave me behind!"
Murong Tian was surprised that his teacher would run, but he couldn't think of anything else and quickly shouted.
How could Murong Wuji care about Murong Tian? What right did this good-for-nothing have to make him risk his life?
Murong Tian grabbed Murong Wuji's leg, but was kicked away by Murong Wuji.
"Don't worry, he can't get away!"
Chen Xuan said. Murong Tian then saw Chen Xuan disappear before his eyes.
Soon, a scream rang out. Chen Xuan punched Murong Wuji in the face.
Chen Xuan then raised his leg and kicked again, directly shattering Murong Wuji's dantian. Now, Murong Wuji was also crippled!
"You actually crippled me! My fifty years of cultivation are ruined!"
Sensing his rapidly draining inner strength, Murong Wuji roared to the sky, his face contorted with rage!
He suddenly aged twenty years, his hair turning gray and disheveled, looking like a beggar scavenging for trash.
From a respected Inner Strength Grandmaster to a frail, senile, and useless old man, Murong Wuji clearly couldn't accept the rapid change in his status.
He suddenly got up from the ground and grabbed Chen Xuan's shoulder: "You crippled me, you actually crippled me... Why... Do you know who is behind me?"
"You want to die?" Chen Xuan's cold gaze fixed on Murong Wuji.
Murong Wuji stiffened all over, stammering, not daring to speak further.
Many people claimed to have backbone, preferring death to something, but when it came down to it, most people were afraid.
This former Inner Strength Grandmaster was no exception.
"You're not going to kill me?" Murong Wuji savored the meaning behind Chen Xuan's words, a glimmer of hope emerging.
Chen Xuan said coldly, "Tell the people behind you not to trouble the Lin family again. If they are not at peace, I will personally pay a visit. Now, get lost!"
"Alright, I will definitely pass on the message!"
Murong Wuji waved his hand, and two people came to support him.
Two others supported Murong Tian.
A ninth-rank Inner Strength Master and a mental power-cultivating Inner Strength Grandmaster had both fled in such a sorry state!
At this moment, the Lin family was almost in a state of shock, unable to believe it for a long time.
Especially Lin Li, who, in addition to his shock, felt a lingering fear.
Although he couldn't cultivate, he knew that an Inner Strength Grandmaster was not just a little stronger than a semi-Inner Strength Grandmaster.
If Chen Xuan had been driven away just now, and Mo Chou and Zhao Xiaoyu had been left behind, the consequences would have been unimaginable!
"Just let them go? Should we find someone to finish them off?" Lin Lei asked coldly.
"They are already crippled, which is no different from being killed. In any case, this matter cannot be kept secret. The Blazing Sun Merchant Association will know sooner or later. It's better to strike and deter others." Chen Xuan said calmly.
Lin Lei nodded.
Indeed, since they were crippled, they posed no threat. Moreover, this matter couldn't be covered up. Striking to deter others would prevent Elder Lin's disciple from acting rashly.
"Mr. Chen, please quickly check on my father, he has fainted!"
At this moment, a panicked cry rang out.
Chen Xuan was slightly taken aback and quickly rushed over. He saw that Elder Lin, lying in Lin Li's arms, had a flushed face, felt hot all over, his chest heaving violently, and he was having difficulty breathing, as if an invisible hand was gripping his throat tightly...
The situation was extremely critical!