Xia Feng, facing a young master like Ming Qishui who resorted to brute force without regard for right or wrong, would kill one such person and kill a pair of two.
Leaving such individuals in the world was a scourge.
While it was true that the cultivation world was cruel and governed by strength, one still had to act like a human.
If you don't act like a human, what's the point of living?
Xia Feng was never a do-gooder; he would eliminate those who deserved it without hesitation and wouldn't pursue those who didn't.
He possessed unparalleled strength, yet his heart was exceptionally upright.
What was the use of great strength if it wasn't used to eliminate harm for the people?
If they hadn't met, it was fate; the strong ruled, and the weak were prey.
But since they had met, he definitely had to intervene.
Now that Ming Qishui had run into him, and worse, threatened to strip his divine spark and take his woman right in front of him, if he didn't kill him, he might as well self-destruct.
Hearing Xia Feng's words, Ming Qishui's mind buzzed.
Despite knowing his grandfather was a mid-stage Divine Venerable, Xia Feng still treated the matter lightly, even telling him to call for reinforcements.
The implication was clear: Xia Feng was emboldened, unafraid of even a mid-stage Divine Venerable.
Although Ming Qishui was terrified, he was truly reluctant to call his grandfather.
If his grandfather met with trouble, their Demon Refining Sect would be finished, everything he possessed would vanish, and all those he had bullied would come seeking revenge. A single slap from each of them would be enough to kill him.
Seeing Ming Qishui unmoved, Xia Feng smiled and said, "Since you are so eager to die, I shall first strip you of your divine spark."
Xia Feng saw Ming Qishui's indecisiveness and beckoned him. Ming Qishui floated into the air uncontrollably as Xia Feng prepared to strip his divine spark.
Sensing the approach of death, Ming Qishui immediately wet himself.
As he floated in the air, liquid dripped from his crotch.
It was truly disgusting to witness. This person was all show, relying solely on his background to bluster. Because he was a weakling with poor cultivation, he preyed on those with better talent.
This gave him a sense of satisfaction, an unparalleled pleasure, through revenge.
Such individuals often had twisted psychology.
The other three, seeing Ming Qishui suddenly suspended in the air, were also too scared to move.
Even a Divine Emperor was kneeling on the ground; what right did they, mere trash, have to say anything?
They all understood one thing: Ming Qishui had picked a fight with a formidable opponent, a truly tough one, and this kick had already broken his leg.
Ming Qishui, who had bullied others his whole life, had finally encountered someone who could deal with him.
Although the three were traveling with Ming Qishui, they felt an inexplicable sense of relief, perhaps even a touch of schadenfreude.
Yes, schadenfreude, because Ming Qishui's behavior had always been extremely obnoxious, making everyone want to beat him.
They harbored many unspoken resentments, only daring not to express them.
Now that they saw Ming Qishui receiving his just deserts, how could they not feel gleeful?
For the first time in his life, Ming Qishui felt the approach of death. A sliver of self-preservation remained in his mind, preventing him from passing out from fear. He quickly cried out, "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'll call someone, I'll call someone right away."
Even if his grandfather's arrival meant death for him, it was his grandfather's fate. He just wanted to survive. It was truly terrifying.
Ming Qishui had never experienced such fear. In this situation, he would do anything to save himself.
"Alright, I'll give you a chance to call someone." As soon as Xia Feng finished speaking, Ming Qishui dropped to the ground.
Ignoring the pain, Ming Qishui immediately used a secret technique to send a signal to his grandfather.
Young masters like him always carried devices for immediate contact. Ming Qishui just needed to send an urgent signal, and his grandfather would arrive soon.
After all, a mid-stage Divine Venerable could travel very quickly to this location.
"O-okay, my grandfather received my distress signal and will be here soon." Ming Qishui sat on the ground, not daring to get up. He couldn't even care about the stench from his crotch.
Today, he realized just how useless he truly was.
His courage had always been an act. Because he hadn't faced any real trouble, he seemed unafraid.
Now that the crisis was before him, he could no longer maintain his pretense of bravery.
Xia Feng nodded slightly upon hearing this, "Not bad, you are a filial grandson. Your grandfather will surely be proud of you. After all, cultivating such a devoted son is truly rare."
Ming Qishui naturally understood that Xia Feng was mocking him.
However, in this situation, he dared not speak out.
Yet, he felt a trace of regret, his first regret since childhood.
Alas, regret was useless. He had to accept the consequences of his own actions.
One must maintain their true nature and not bully the weak. Otherwise, retribution would inevitably come.
As everyone remained silent, a powerful surge of energy emanated from the doorway, and a booming voice echoed from afar:
"Who dares to harm my grandson Ming Da?"