Chapter 142: 141. Kings, Princes, Generals, and Ministers

141. Chapter 141: Kings, Princes, Generals, and Ministers

An unremarkable old servant was in fact a Qi Refining expert; the Lord of San Yang City was clearly not as simple as he appeared. Even Master Zhao Ge had underestimated him—otherwise, Zhao Ge would have told Li Yi that the Lord’s mansion housed at least two Qi Refining experts.

Clearly, this Lord had deceived everyone. Had Li Yi not turned San Yang City upside down today, the Lord would never have revealed his hand.

Sending a Qi Refining old servant to greet Li Yi was surely meant to display strength.

“Since the Lord of San Yang City has so politely invited me as a guest, I’ll grant you face—let me see what you’re truly after.”

After a brief pause, Li Yi made his decision. He dismounted and strode toward the Lord’s mansion.

Rong Niang, though wary, had no authority to intervene in the Boyi between Qi Refining experts; she simply followed silently behind Li Yi.

“Please,” the hunched old servant smiled, gesturing.

Li Yi glanced at the servant once, then ignored him. Though the servant was strong, Li Yi still had full confidence he could kill him—even if the servant teamed up with the unseen Lord, he remained no threat.

After killing two Qi Refining experts, his aura had fully formed, radiating an air of supreme arrogance.

Within the mansion, soft music never ceased. Graceful dancers performed, beautiful courtesans sang and played lutes, and obedient maids led the way. Clearly, the Lord of San Yang City knew how to indulge—he kept so many singers and dancers openly in his mansion. The ancient nobility truly were decadent and corrupt.

“If Li Young Master finds anyone pleasing, just say the word—any of them, from now on, are yours.”

The servant smiled with half-closed eyes, clearly having noticed Li Yi’s interest in the scene.

Li Yi chuckled softly: “Your singers and dancers are fine to look at, but take them home? I’m not interested. Keep them yourselves.”

Testing me with this? Which Evolutionist could resist such a trial?

I cultivate the White Bone Contemplation.

“Since Li Young Master dislikes them, I’ll have all these singers and dancers killed and replaced with a new batch—you’ll surely be satisfied,” the servant added casually.

Dozens of beautiful women might die because of that simple sentence.

The maid leading the way, head bowed, trembled, nearly collapsing. The music faltered. Dancers lost their rhythm.

Fear filled their eyes.

Li Yi halted, then narrowed his eyes at the servant: “What do you treat human lives as? Toys for amusement? To say this to my face—what are you trying to do? Threaten me? Intimidate me? Or use dozens of lives to shake my spirit?”

The servant lowered his head, silent.

Rong Niang, though powerless to speak, glared angrily, her heart seething.

Seeing no answer, Li Yi stared briefly, then coldly smiled: “Fine. These courtesans depend on you for survival—you may kill them if you wish. But from today on, everyone in San Yang City will depend on me, Li Yi. When I kill someone, no one will stop me. Isn’t that right?”

“Li Young Master, that’s not true.”

The servant smiled: “San Yang City belongs to my young master. Xingzhou belongs to the Fan family. We are one of the Eight Kings, ruling Xingzhou for a thousand years—born nobility, unshakable.”

“One of the Eight Kings? Born nobility? Hahaha.”

Li Yi burst into loud, unrestrained laughter. His voice carried spiritual force, shaking eardrums, startling birds from trees, scattering koi in ponds, and causing nearby dancers and maids to drop to the ground, clutching their heads, too terrified to move.

“Li Young Master, what’s so funny about that?”

The servant narrowed his eyes. He sensed an unusual aura from this young expert—his laughter carried an indescribable audacity.

Li Yi’s laughter ceased instantly. “Kings, Princes, Generals, and Ministers—are they born of bloodline? I throw one punch, and emperors bleed. What is a mere son of a king? Is his life harder than my fist?”

Kings, Princes, Generals, and Ministers—are they born of bloodline?

The servant’s pupils shrank sharply. Those words exploded in his mind like thunder.

Was there truly such a lawless martial artist, daring to speak such treasonous words? If this spread, wouldn’t it plunge the world into chaos?

Didn’t he fear death and clan annihilation?

“You’ve spent your life kneeling, accustomed to being a dog—do you truly believe everyone in the world is a dog? Today, I find you annoying. Take this punch—learn that from now on, when you meet Li Yi, you kneel and bow. No words.” In the next instant, Li Yi roared. His spiritual force surged instantly. His glowing eyes narrowed into vertical pupils.

In that moment, the Qi Refining servant became prey in Li Yi’s gaze—about to be captured.

Locked by those vertical pupils, the once-calm servant’s hair stood on end like a startled beast.

Before the servant could react, Li Yi’s tall, muscular body surged forward. One punch launched—a terrifying killing technique.

Air shattered instantly, surging into a white wave. The thunderous punch echoed like the Thunder God swinging his hammer, unleashing a divine bolt that shook heaven and earth.

Thunder God Strikes Hammer!

Bones and tendons resonated. Divine power erupted. This punch channeled all of Li Yi’s essence, spirit, and vigor. A punch intent coalesced—his aura was overwhelming, making it undeniable: his fist truly dared to make emperors bleed and kings die.

The Qi Refining servant dared not underestimate him. He roared, his blood boiling. His protective aura exploded outward. He clenched his fist, striking back with condensed fist Gang , meeting Li Yi’s blow head-on.

“Boom!”

Two top Qi Refining experts clashed. Pure fist power met pure fist power—no tricks, no illusions. Each sought to determine the other’s status through this single strike.

In the martial world of the Four Seas and Eight Provinces, strength alone speaks.

If Li Yi couldn’t overpower even an old servant, his earlier words—“Kings, Princes, Generals, and Ministers—are they born of bloodline?”—would be empty rhetoric.

But this did not happen.

Li Yi’s punch was fiercer, more terrifying—bearing the might to crush the Eight Provinces and calm mountains and rivers. Before this, he had already killed two Qi Refining experts with his fists.

His punch radiated absolute confidence—like a hundred-victorious army charging with unstoppable momentum.

The servant’s punch held for only an instant, then crumbled. His fist Gang shattered, his spiritual energy exhausted. His sturdy frame was flung backward three zhang, and only by forcibly dissipating the residual force did he finally stop.

His fist was now a bloody ruin—five fingers shattered, exposing white bone.

“Such divine strength is terrifying,” the servant’s face twisted with shock.

This punch was truly peerless. Just one clash had sapped his courage—he dared not raise his fist again.

It crushed the spirit outright.

And it wasn’t just his strength—why was he unharmed while the servant’s fingers were broken?

Did this man possess dragon sinews and tiger bones?

“Not bad—stronger than the two Qi Refining experts I killed before, but only slightly. Still, you’re over sixty—your blood and qi have declined. Your peak strength is gone. Why not use your heart’s blood to boost your power? Then take a few more of my punches?”

Li Yi sneered, pressing his advantage. His foot moved, lunging again.

Another punch launched.

The punch roared like thunder, shaking the soul.

The servant was stunned. Now he understood why this man had seized two halls in a single day—this relentless, crushing fist power—who could withstand it?

If he stood his ground, he’d be drained of blood and qi, slowly beaten to death.

But the second punch was already coming—he had no choice.

The servant gritted his teeth, eyes blazing. He stomped hard, sinking deep into the earth to anchor himself. His body arched backward like a drawn bow, every tendon and bone cracking under strain. Every ounce of strength was squeezed out. He switched hands, channeling all his blood and qi into a single fist, forming a fist Gang , and struck again.

Divine Bow Shoots Sun!

His famed killing technique—once used to slay multiple Qi Refining experts face-to-face.

“Boom!”

The second clash erupted. Fist Gang shattered, spiritual force howled.

The servant’s face warped under the gale, his eyes nearly shut—but through the storm, he saw those glowing vertical pupils fixed on him, like a true dragon lurking in the clouds, watching mortal dust. He felt not that he faced a young martial artist, but that he was defying a dragon.

Yet after this clash, the servant did not retreat. He held his ground—even felt he had slightly overpowered Li Yi, forcing him to withdraw early.

His chest heaved. He gasped for breath.

He felt he’d regained some dignity—made Li Yi understand: Qi Refining experts had differences. Don’t think you’re the best in the world.

But before he could steady his breath, his pupils shrank again—his face twisted in horror.

Li Yi stood right before him, tall and unyielding. His glowing vertical pupils gleamed with excitement. A third punch came.

Just as mighty—no, even stronger than the first two.

Again?

The servant, terrified, roared and clenched his fist to meet it—repeating his Divine Bow Shoots Sun technique.

“Boom!”

Spiritual force exploded again. This time, he could not stand his ground—he was forced back a full step by the divine power.

Before he could recover.

The fourth punch arrived.

“Aaah!”

The servant roared, with no escape. He met it again—but this time, his blood and qi could no longer be controlled. A gush of dark blood erupted from his mouth. His body staggered two more steps.

He barely stabilized—when the fifth punch fell.

He raised his fist again. His strength was gone. His fist Gang shattered instantly. Both feet planted in the earth cracked with a sharp snap. His entire body slammed into the ground with a thud, kicking up dust.

No sooner had he fallen than Li Yi’s sixth punch struck.

One punch after another—divine power unrelenting—driving the servant back step by step, truly aiming to drain his blood and qi, beat him to death.