Chapter 4662
He was only a first-grade cultivator in the Mahayana realm, yet he had defeated someone like himself, an eighth-grade Mahayana cultivator, and inflicted severe injuries!
It was utterly unbelievable—even Xing Daorong, standing nearby, was so shocked that he couldn’t utter a word.
Kai had been in the ninth grade of the Tribulation Realm before, and it was already astonishing that he managed to defeat a fourth-grade Mahayana cultivator at the time. Now, after just advancing to the Mahayana realm, he could overcome an eighth-grade opponent!
The sheer absurdity of it left everyone in awe. Even the hundreds of soldiers present stared in wide-eyed disbelief.
They had never witnessed a battle won with such a staggering disparity in realms.
“Are you convinced now?”
Kai asked coldly, his gaze fixed on Qiu Wanqing.
“Convinced, my ass! If I hadn’t been injured, how could I have lost to you?”
Qiu Wanqing roared defiantly.
Despite his shock, he couldn’t afford to admit defeat—not in front of hundreds of soldiers. To concede now would ruin his credibility and make him the subject of ridicule.
“Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance,” Kai replied calmly. “I’ll let you go back and recuperate. When you’re healed, we’ll fight again.”
He paused, his voice sharp and resolute. “And when that day comes, I’ll make you kneel before me—completely convinced.”
With that, Kai withdrew the Dragon Slashing Sword and turned to leave.
Qiu Wanqing was stunned, unable to believe that Kai would let him go so easily.
“Mr. Chen…”
Xing Daorong hesitated as he approached Kai, his tone laced with concern.
Now was the perfect opportunity to eliminate Qiu Wanqing. Letting him go would only invite future trouble.
By this point, Xing Daorong was completely convinced of Kai’s strength. His attitude had shifted entirely, and he no longer viewed Kai as just a guest.
A first-grade Mahayana cultivator who could defeat an eighth-grade opponent—Kai’s future potential was limitless. Xing Daorong understood that it was in his best interest to stay close to him.
“Are you worried I won’t be able to defeat him in the future?” Kai asked, his tone unwavering.
Kai glanced at Xing Daorong and smiled.
He understood Xing Daorong’s concern—it was clear he feared that once Qiu Wanqing recovered, Kai might no longer be able to stand against him.
However, Kai was confident in his own abilities. Though he was currently in the first grade of the Mahayana Realm, he had already reached his peak state. With sufficient resources, it wouldn’t take long for him to break through to the second grade of the Mahayana Realm.
Once that happened, Qiu Wanqing wouldn’t pose a threat, even at his peak. At that point, defeating him would be a trivial matter.
Kai never engaged in battles without confidence. The only reason he had allowed Qiu Wanqing to leave was because he was certain of his future victory.
“That’s not it, I just…” Xing Daorong hesitated, struggling to find the right words. He was simply worried.
“Don’t worry,” Kai said with a slight smile. “Even if Qiu Wanqing recovers to his full strength, I can easily kill him.”
With that, he leaped down and disappeared into the cave vein.
Xing Daorong could only sigh. Turning to Qiu Wanqing, he warned coldly, “Qiu Wanqing, I’m sparing your life today. But if you dare lay a hand on this fairy stone mine again, I will kill you!”
Qiu Wanqing’s face flushed red with anger at Xing Daorong’s arrogance, but he didn’t dare retort. Gritting his teeth, he turned and left with his men.
As Qiu Wanqing retreated, Xing Daorong resumed guarding the mountaintop with his soldiers, determined to protect the fairy stone mine.
Meanwhile, Kai instructed Bai Cheng to lead a team to mine the stones while he sought a secluded spot to cultivate.
With the abundance of fairy stones, Kai knew it was only a matter of time before he broke through the first grade of the Mahayana Realm.
Elsewhere, Qiu Wanqing, seriously injured, returned to Beast City with his men. His anger burned so fiercely that he vomited several bowls of blood. If he hadn’t been a cultivator, the sheer fury might have killed him.
“Master, many soldiers have started defecting to the Xing Mansion and the Yan Mansion. What should we do?”
The housekeeper approached cautiously, speaking in a low voice.
The Qiu Mansion was in turmoil. With Qiu Wanqing’s two sons dead and the master himself gravely injured, a dark cloud loomed over the household. Fear gripped the commanders under his command.
Today’s events had only deepened their anxiety. They had witnessed firsthand how Kai, a first-grade Mahayana cultivator, had defeated Qiu Wanqing, an eighth-grade cultivator, leaving him humiliated and spitting blood. It was a sight none of them would forget.