Chapter 49: This is What a True Expert Looks Like!

At this moment, Yuan Zhao cast a glance at Tang Xuan.

"I didn't expect you to be here as well. We might as well finish you off together."

Tang Xuan was utterly bewildered.

He was certain he had never met Yuan Zhao before, yet the man seemed to know him.

Not only that, but he also wanted to kill him.

What was going on here?

Curious, Tang Xuan asked, "You know me?"

"Someone paid me to take your life. You are worth twenty million."

Tang Xuan's expression sank.

Without even needing to think, he knew who had hired an assassin.

It had to be that old immortal, Jiang Shi.

"I'm only worth twenty million?"

Gan Kun was so speechless he felt like crying.

Someone was trying to kill him.

Yet what the young man cared about was merely twenty million.

Master Chen was out of his mind.

This young man was even more out of his mind.

Gan Kun fell into despair.

Both people he had brought along had something wrong with their heads.

Yuan Zhao gave a disdainful laugh. "Trash like you should consider yourself lucky to be worth twenty million."

Tang Xuan rubbed the bridge of his nose and looked over at Gan Kun.

"Eighty million, not a penny less. You still have a chance right now."

Gan Kun did not believe Tang Xuan could be a match for Yuan Zhao.

Yet given the current situation, he had no other choice.

He had no option but to treat a dead horse as if it were still alive.

Gritting his teeth and stamping his foot, Gan Kun said, "Fine, I agree to your terms. As long as you can kill him, I won't short you a single penny."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Yuan Zhao made the first move.

He had already lost all patience for exchanging idle chatter with Gan Kun.

Years of accumulated rage suppressed deep within his chest made him desperate to see Gan Kun dead.

A fist the size of a sandbag came whistling through the air, tearing apart the wind.

Yuan Zhao grinned hideously. "I'll send you on your way first."

Tang Xuan threw a punch to meet him.

When their fists collided, it produced a sharp, metallic clang.

"Tyrant Body!"

"So young, yet you've already reached the Gentle Wind Realm."

"Impressive, but it's a pity you're still no match for me."

When his first strike failed, Yuan Zhao felt no anxiety.

After all, he had not yet unleashed his full strength.

With a sudden bound, Yuan Zhao vaulted nearly five meters into the air.

Clasping his hands together into a double-fist hammer, he brought them down with brutal, crushing force.

The so-called Master Chen was scared out of his wits.

Fortunately, that punch wasn't aimed at him; otherwise, a single blow would have been enough to cost him his life.

"Ignorant fool, to think you could actually be a match for a Raging Thunder Realm expert."

Gan Kun's face turned as pale as a sheet of paper.

He knew that Tang Xuan had zero chance of blocking this punch.

Tang Xuan was dead, and his own end would soon follow.

Running away now was clearly out of the question.

Standing his ground, Tang Xuan raised his right hand.

He met the downward blow with an open palm.

"Hahahaha! What gives you the right to catch my full-strength strike?"

Yuan Zhao laughed crazily. In his eyes, Tang Xuan was already a corpse.

Fist and palm collided.

Yuan Zhao's descending momentum came to an abrupt halt, freezing mid-air as if locked in place, unable to advance even an inch!

"How is this possible?!"

Terror gripped Yuan Zhao's heart.

He had been confident his punch would grind Tang Xuan into pulp.

Yet the youth had caught the blow without changing expression.

Master Chen was utterly dumbfounded.

The young man he had dismissed earlier—even considering taking him on as an apprentice—was actually displaying such formidable strength!

What were all those boasts he had just made worth now?

Were they just a joke?

Gan Kun was frozen in shock, his jaw practically dropping to the ground.

He never imagined that the person he had pinned zero hopes on could actually fight Yuan Zhao to a standstill!

More importantly, the youth was so young!

In his early twenties, and yet even Yuan Zhao of the Raging Thunder Realm was no match for him!

He had struck gold!

Forget eighty million; even if Tang Xuan demanded his entire family fortune, Gan Kun would hand it over without the slightest hesitation.

"Good grief, now that's a true expert!"

Gan Kun cast a sidelong glance at Master Chen.

"What kind of pathetic dog of a master are you, actually wanting to take him as a disciple? Do you even deserve to?"

Master Chen was left speechless.

He certainly hadn't expected Tang Xuan to be playing the pig to eat the tiger.

At that moment, Yuan Zhao flew into a rage.

With a roar, the clothes on Yuan Zhao's upper body burst into shreds, revealing an exaggerated, muscular physique.

Innumerable dense scars covered his entire body, bearing silent witness to the terrifying, hellish trials he had endured.

"You're a real man. I can spare your life."

Yuan Zhao smiled grimly.

"I came for revenge, and no one has the right to stand in my way."

The figures of the two men blurred as they exchanged blows at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Every collision of their fists rang out like clashing metal.

Tang Xuan clearly held the upper hand, appearing entirely at ease.

In contrast, Yuan Zhao was falling into a deeper decline, his attacking speed and power plummeting off a cliff.

"You're no match for me. I was merely playing along with you."

Yuan Zhao grew even more enraged.

He had sensed it long ago.

He was entirely at Tang Xuan's mercy, unable to land a single threatening blow.

Yet his pride refused to accept it!

Having lurked in the shadows for years, enduring endless suffering, he had returned to the country to seek vengeance with the strength of the Raging Thunder Realm—how could he willingly accept defeat?

"Let me see just how strong you really are!"

"As you wish."

Tang Xuan tapped his toes lightly against the ground, his entire body launching upward.

Tonight's moon was exceptionally round, and within that glowing orb, a figure seemed to swell from small to large.

Tang Xuan brought his foot down directly onto the crown of Yuan Zhao's head.

Yuan Zhao braced his hands upward in a desperate struggle.

"Argh!"

Yuan Zhao's feet sank deep into the mud, his entire frame trembling violently.

"The Raging Thunder Realm? Still not strong enough."

These words struck like a mental demon, shattering Yuan Zhao's martial heart.

He had traded his strength in the Raging Thunder Realm for countless brushes with death.

Yet from the youth's lips, it was dismissed with a mere four words: not strong enough.

With a resounding boom.

Yuan Zhao could no longer hold out, collapsing flat to the ground.

The shockwave of the terrifying force caused the surrounding three meters of earth to cave in, forming a circular crater.

Yuan Zhao lay sprawled at the bottom of the pit, his eyes devoid of focus.

"Not strong enough."

"Not strong enough."

Yuan Zhao muttered to himself, filled with endless, unresigned bitterness.

Witnessing this spectacle, Gan Kun was overcome with uncontainable excitement.

"Powerful, so powerful!"

"Is this what a true expert looks like?"

"Can anyone in the entire Junyang City find a young man stronger than him?"

Master Chen scrambled on all fours, crawling to the heels of Tang Xuan's shoes.

"Master, please take me as your disciple!"

Tang Xuan offered a helpless smile.

"You're the master, aren't you? Weren't you the one who wanted to take me as your disciple?"

Master Chen kowtowed frantically.

"No, no, no! You are the master, I am nothing more than a fart! As long as you're willing to take me in, I'll do anything you ask."

Tang Xuan replied, "Fine. As long as you can defeat him, I'll take you as my apprentice."

Master Chen looked over at Yuan Zhao.

Although Yuan Zhao was currently gravely injured, Master Chen still had zero confidence in his ability to beat him.

"This... I..."

"Is your grandmother about to give birth? You'd better hurry home then."

Master Chen sprang to his feet and bolted away in a flash.

Gan Kun walked up to Tang Xuan.

"I'll give you the eighty million. Kill him."

Only with Yuan Zhao dead would Gan Kun be completely free of future troubles.

In the Immortal Realm, Tang Xuan bore the title of Slaughter God, but for the moment, he didn't feel like killing Yuan Zhao.

"I can spare your life, but you must do one thing for me."

"I'd rather die."

No sooner had the words fallen than Tang Xuan brought his foot down heavily upon Yuan Zhao's forehead.

"Seeking death? Is that really so difficult?"

Yuan Zhao breathed his last.

Gan Kun's throat felt bone-dry. It was only at this moment that he realized the seemingly harmless young man was actually terrifying beyond measure.