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“Palm Thunder, Palm Thunder, what a great name. This technique channels the power of wind and thunder through the palm, as if holding divine lightning in one’s hand. It is incredibly fierce and possesses boundless power. To die under such Martial Arts Techniques is not a wasted life!”
Slim Elder felt a surge of spirit upon hearing Lufan's words, as if he were uninjured, his complexion rosy and his eyes sparkling with vitality, praising endlessly.
Lufan remained silent, fully aware that this was merely a fleeting moment of clarity. His earlier strike was far from simple; it had not only crippled the old man's shoulder but also penetrated deep within, shattering his internal organs and severing his life force.
At this moment, the old man could still speak only because of the formidable vitality that came with being at Sixth Rank in the Refinement Stage, barely clinging to life. In reality, he would not last much longer.
Slim Elder struggled to turn his head to the side, glancing at Fourth Prince. Although Fourth Prince was also gravely injured, his black armor shielded him somewhat from the severity of the wounds compared to Slim Elder.
However, seeing the dazed look in his eyes, Slim Elder realized that after this battle, Fourth Prince had likely lost all will to pursue martial arts. Even if he survived this ordeal, he would never make any further progress on the path of martial arts.
Indeed, as a member of royalty, raised in luxury from a young age, despite having decent talent, his mental fortitude was lacking. With a slight sigh, Slim Elder turned his head back to Lufan.
“Your Excellency is truly a prodigy. The Martial Arts Techniques you created are astonishing even in their first form. I can only imagine how earth-shattering they will be when fully developed. You must have noticed that Fourth Prince's will to pursue martial arts has been shattered by you; he poses no threat to you anymore. A person like you surely wouldn’t regard an incapable practitioner at the Refinement Stage as a concern. Therefore, may I ask if you could spare his life?”
Lufan found this strange: “I thought you would continue to threaten me with royal power.”
Slim Elder smiled wryly: “We both know that this threat works on ordinary people. A seasoned martial artist would never truly submit to such pressure. However, if you do decide to kill His Highness, be prepared for a nationwide hunt against you.”
“Would the royal family really go to such lengths for a single prince?” Lufan asked in surprise. In his impression, royalty should be cold-blooded and ruthless, engaging in fierce competition. He wasn’t being arrogant; it should be clear to the Silver Moon Kingdom that dealing with him would come at a great cost. Would they really take such risks for a deceased prince?
“It’s not about how important His Highness is; the royal family values its authority above all else. If a prince is killed without action taken, it would result in a loss of face for the entire kingdom. This could undermine the very foundation of the state; thus, retaliation is inevitable. They might even mobilize martial masters.”
“The royal family can actually command martial masters?” Now Lufan was genuinely astonished. The status of martial masters was so high that even rulers had to treat them with respect and could not afford to be negligent; how could they possibly be commanded by royalty?
“Martial Arts Master is also a person, and naturally has desires. Whether it's for cultivation resources or mundane matters of life, there must be a source. The royal family has an agreement with them; they can provide resources in normal times, but when necessary, under certain conditions, they can be asked to contribute to the nation.”
Lufan thought about it and realized that the mutual utilization of personal power and national machinery, where each party gets what they need, is quite normal. He just hadn't considered this aspect.
However, this made him feel somewhat trapped; the fact that the royal family could mobilize Martial Arts Master was unexpected for him.
As for how strong Martial Arts Master truly is, Lufan still didn't have a concrete concept. But looking at his own progress since entering the subtle realm, it was astonishing—his improvement was so rapid that it felt almost like cheating.
Entering the subtle realm is merely one of the essential conditions for advancing to Martial Arts Master. If this is how powerful he is, then what about someone who has successfully refined their essence and truly achieved the status of Martial Arts Master? The gap between his strength and that of Martial Arts Master was something Lufan couldn't even begin to estimate.
Of course, it was also possible that Slim Elder was just bluffing, aiming to intimidate him into sparing Fourth Prince, but Lufan couldn't ignore that possibility.
Letting go of Fourth Prince wasn't difficult at all, but Lufan didn't want to do that. Although Slim Elder was right that Fourth Prince was nearly incapacitated by him now, this world is so mysterious—who could guarantee that there wouldn't be some miraculous technique or elixir that could restore him?
Moreover, a prince possesses significant resources. Given his hatred towards Lufan, if he were to survive this calamity, he would likely stop at nothing to stir up trouble behind the scenes. That would certainly cause considerable problems for Lufan.
Since a life-and-death enmity had already been established, there was no point in hoping for mercy from the enemy. Lufan wasn't that naive; in an instant, he made his decision.
“I'm sorry,” he said, staring at Slim Elder. “I can't let him go. Since he has made a move against me, he should be prepared for death.”
“Are you really not afraid of being hunted down by Martial Arts Master? You must know that even you would have no chance against a true Martial Arts Master. You would only be crushed!” Slim Elder urged anxiously.
“You don't need to worry about that. Regardless of whether a Martial Arts Master comes or not, even if they do come looking for me, I naturally have my ways to deal with it.”
Upon hearing Lufan claim he had ways to handle the pursuit of Martial Arts Master, Slim Elder felt skeptical but suddenly recalled their earlier speculation—that there must be a powerful Martial Cultivator backing Lufan. This made him believe it a little more.
At that moment, Fourth Prince suddenly shouted: “No! You can't kill me! Otherwise, my father won't let you go! I'm an inner disciple of the Silver Moon Sect. If you kill me, you'll face the wrath of the Silver Moon Sect!”
He had always been listening to their words, and much of his demeanor was feigned, aimed at provoking disdain in Lufan, hoping that would spare him.
But now, hearing Lufan's determination to kill him, he could no longer suppress the fear in his heart and shouted out.
Lufan smiled slightly. "You're quite good at pretending, but no amount of words can save your life. Remember, in your next life, don't casually tell others to kneel; it can easily lead to death!"
With that, Lufan did not give them a chance to respond. In the terrified gaze of the Fourth Prince, he suddenly struck out, twisting the prince's neck like one would with a chick, killing him instantly!
Slim Elder opened his mouth but had no time to say anything before the Fourth Prince was eliminated by Lufan—swift and decisive. The words that had been on his lips turned into a sigh. With the death of the Fourth Prince, the tension that had hung in his heart dissipated, and his gaze gradually lost focus.
"It’s also my fault. If I hadn’t wanted to be a minister under a dragon and encouraged His Highness to help Li Zheng, we wouldn’t have ended up like this. At my age, I couldn’t overcome this greed; my will was weak, and my intentions were impure. No wonder I could never break through to become a master. How foolish of me to blame it all on talent—how laughable..."
Muttering to himself, Slim Elder's breath grew weaker until it completely faded away. A Sixth Rank powerhouse had fallen.
Thus, this sudden battle at the lord's mansion finally came to an end. Neither the process nor the outcome was something anyone could have predicted. The strength of Li Zheng and the appearance of the Fourth Prince were both far beyond expectations.
Of course, what shocked everyone the most was Lufan's power. Faced with such a perilous situation, he had single-handedly wielded a sword to slay most of the guards and wipe out the entire lord's mansion. The four great powerhouses were all eliminated without exception; even a royal prince had perished here—how astonishing!
This battle was destined to shock the entire Silver Moon Kingdom and stir up countless waves. At the very least, people could already foresee that soon Lufan would face pursuit from the royal family of Silver Moon Kingdom and even from Silver Moon Sect.
At that time, who knows what astonishing actions he would take? Would he fall here or rise like a comet through battle?
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