Chapter 63: The Brilliantly Radiant Grand Boss

Defeating the shadow guards with the same Martial Spirit level as Wu Tian indeed yielded generous experience. After slaying only six of them, he had already gained tens of thousands of experience points, and was close to advancing to the second level of the Martial Spirit realm.

Clang! As Wu Tian prepared to strike down the seventh shadow guard, a large saber blocked his attack and forced him to slide back a full three meters before he finally came to a stop.

“A third-level Martial Spirit truly cannot be compared to the first,” Wu Tian remarked with interest, his gaze fixed on the shadow guard who had parried his strike. This man was the most formidable among the ten, and even with Wu Tian’s speed tripled, he could still keep up.

Seeing Wu Tian forced back at last, Nie Huixiang finally breathed a sigh of relief. So this brat was not invincible after all.

“Wu Tian, you’ve finally met your match! I admit you’re powerful, having slaughtered six of my family’s shadow guards. But he is their squad captain—a third-level Martial Spirit. There’s no way your strength surpasses his. Prepare to face your death!” Nie Huixiang spat the words, his face twisted with malice as he glared at Wu Tian.

Wu Tian said nothing, only curling his lips into a faint, disdainful smile.

Noticing Wu Tian’s mocking grin, the squad captain frowned and sneered, “So arrogant for someone so young. I let you show off for long enough. Now, die!”

Before his words faded, his body vanished from sight, reappearing in front of Wu Tian in a flash. The saber in his hand cleaved down with immense force.

Boom! The ground where Wu Tian had stood moments before was split open by the blow, sending stones flying everywhere, though Wu Tian himself had evaded the attack.

In the next instant, Wu Tian flickered behind the squad captain, swinging the Black Dragon Blade in a horizontal arc.

“Petty tricks!” the captain scoffed, turning with utter disdain and blocking with his own blade.

Another thunderous crash rang out as violent energy scattered, but the captain managed to block Wu Tian’s attack completely.

Crack! The squad captain’s blade snapped in two.

“What?” His expression changed drastically—he had never imagined his treasured weapon would break so easily.

Yet before he could react, a violet light flashed, and his body froze instantly.

Wu Tian glanced at him, slowly sheathing the Black Dragon Blade. Suddenly, a fountain of blood spurted from the captain’s neck. Clutching his throat, he stared at Wu Tian in disbelief. “You… you…”

With a heavy thud, the squad captain collapsed lifeless to the ground.

Ding!

“Congratulations to player Wu Tian for instantly killing the third-level Martial Spirit shadow guard squad captain boss. Gained 100,000 experience, 20,000 silver, three pieces of Earth-grade forging material: Black Iron Magnetite, one Mystic-grade weapon: Phantom Moon Blade, and other items…”

“Congratulations to player Wu Tian for leveling up. Current level: Martial Spirit, second level!”

As the squad captain fell, a series of prompts sounded in Wu Tian’s mind. He had used his instant-kill skill to take down the third-level Martial Spirit squad captain, not only gaining a wealth of experience but also a hoard of loot—especially the Earth-grade material, Black Iron Magnetite.

But what delighted Wu Tian most was that by killing a third-level Martial Spirit squad captain, he had advanced from first to second level in the Martial Spirit realm.

When Wu Tian eliminated the squad captain, Nie Huixiang and the remaining shadow guards were utterly stunned. Slaughtering first-level Martial Spirits was one thing, but now he could instantly kill even a third-level Martial Spirit. How could they possibly fight back?

“Excellent, very good! Now, it’s your turn!” Wu Tian looked at the remaining shadow guards and flashed a wicked smile.

Before his words faded, Wu Tian vanished once more. When he reappeared, his blade had already pierced through the heart of another shadow guard.

Splat! Splat!

If he had been butchering them before, now, having risen to the second Martial Spirit level, Wu Tian dispatched the remaining guards with even greater ease. The experience he gained from these first-level Martial Spirits was now at least halved.

“How… how can this be?! Even the shadow guards are no match for this brat. Who is he? Just how powerful is his cultivation?” Nie Huixiang’s face turned ashen. All ten shadow guards he had brought were slain by Wu Tian, and the worst part was, Wu Tian hadn’t suffered the slightest injury.

“Nie Huixiang, you harmed Xiao Hui. Now, it’s your turn!” Wu Tian’s eyes were cold as he stared at Nie Huixiang.

“No, you can’t kill me! I’m the young master of the Nie family. If you kill me, the Nie family will never let you go—never!” Having witnessed Wu Tian’s terrifying power, Nie Huixiang was now utterly terrified.

“The Nie family? Hmph! Once I kill you, the Nie family will be next!” Wu Tian sneered coldly, gripping the Black Dragon Blade as he charged at Nie Huixiang.

Wu Tian would show no mercy, not after this scoundrel hurt his beloved Xiao Hui.

“No!” Nie Huixiang was scared out of his wits and turned to flee, but, too panicked, he tripped and fell. He scrambled on his knees, trying to crawl away.

“Die, Nie Huixiang!” Wu Tian appeared behind him, bringing the Black Dragon Blade down without hesitation.

Boom!

Just as Wu Tian’s blade was about to strike Nie Huixiang’s neck, a figure intervened, blocking the blow. The force of the Black Dragon Blade was absorbed, then reflected back, sending Wu Tian tumbling through the air before he managed to land safely.

“How dare you! Wu Tian, you have some nerve, daring to attack a member of my Nie family. Do you have a death wish?” The figure who stood before Nie Huixiang bellowed in fury.

Steadying himself, Wu Tian saw that it was none other than Nie Yuntian, the head of the Nie family and Nie Huixiang’s father.

“Father! You’re finally here! I nearly died just now…”

“Damn! A seventh-level Martial Spirit boss, and he’s shimmering with golden light. If I could kill him, I wonder what kind of loot he’d drop? Too bad I’m not strong enough yet,” Wu Tian thought silently as he studied Nie Yuntian.

“So, it’s the head of the Nie family. My apologies, truly,” Wu Tian said, clasping his hands with feigned respect.

“Hmph! Wu Tian, you’re so young and already so bloodthirsty, daring to kill members of my family. Don’t think your status as a disciple of the Qitian Sect protects you,” Nie Yuntian said coldly, his voice thick with murderous intent.

Wu Tian scowled and retorted, “Head of the Nie family, does Pingyang City only allow your family to kill, and not permit others to resist? Your precious son tried to kill me—was I supposed to just stand here and let him?”

“Outrageous! A junior dares talk back to me. Clearly, the Qitian Sect’s rules are too lax. In that case, I’ll discipline you myself today!” Nie Yuntian sneered, flipping his palm as he prepared to strike.

At that moment, a commanding voice sounded from behind Wu Tian, “Head of the Nie family, you, the patriarch, would stoop to fighting a junior? Are you not afraid of being laughed at?”