Chapter 1582

"You… who are you?"

Seeing he was no match for this mysterious youth, the young man's face twisted with despair as he asked.

Hearing his words, Ximen Wudi smirked mockingly and walked toward the young man.

"Who am I? You're not worthy to know!"

Ximen Wudi stepped forward, one step at a time, standing over the young man, a sinister smile curling at his lips.

Upon hearing Ximen Wudi's words, the young man froze for a moment—and in that instant, he felt a sharp pain at his neck, his head drooping lifelessly, motionless.

Thud!

Seeing this, all the martial artists around stared at Ximen Wudi in shock; the Lord of Blood Tianyang stared at him with a cold, sinister gaze—he knew Ximen Wudi had killed his son.

"Brat, you're asking for death!"

The young man's father, seeing his son's gruesome death, let out a furious roar.

Yet, the moment his roar erupted, it was crushed by an invisible force, as if he'd sunk into quicksand, unable to move an inch.

Immediately, his body slammed into the ground like a cannonball, leaving deep fissures behind.

"I wasn't speaking to you. What are you, to demand my answer?"

Looking at the young man, Ximen Wudi sneered with deep contempt.

Seeing his son dead, the Lord of Blood Tianyang completely broke down, kneeling on the ground and wailing: "Please, spare my son! I'll pay any price!"

Ximen Wudi's lips curled with dark amusement as he lazily asked: "Any price? Do you think anything can buy your life?"

At these words, the Lord's face twisted in bitterness:

"I know my life is worthless—but I have a family, a wife and children, a whole clan depending on me. I can't die!"

Hearing this, Ximen Wudi nodded, looking at the young man: "Fine. I'll spare your life—but you must pay me ten billion Spirit Stones in compensation!"

Ten billion Spirit Stones was a colossal sum for Blood Tianyang City—even if all its assets were combined, they might not reach that amount.

So the moment Ximen Wudi named this demand, the Lord of Blood Tianyang froze.

Though he was a direct descendant of the Blood Tianyang City Lord's line, he was merely from an ordinary family, with no more than ten thousand Spirit Stones to his name.

Yet seeing Ximen Wudi's demeanor, the Lord's face twisted with struggle and hesitation—this was his only chance at survival. How could he refuse?

"You… who exactly are you? We are the Blood Tianyang City Lord's household! Dare you attack us? Don't you fear retaliation?"

Looking at Ximen Wudi, the young man gritted his teeth and asked.

Hearing the man's words, Ximen Wudi smiled faintly, as if hearing a hilarious joke:

"What of the Blood Tianyang City Lord's household? I, Ximen Wudi, could crush them as easily as squashing an ant!"

Hearing Ximen Wudi's words, the young man's face contorted violently.

At this moment, he finally understood: Ximen Wudi's strength was far beyond his own. The young man chose to submit.

Snap!

Then, the man flicked his wrist, tossing a storage ring to Ximen Wudi, his voice hollow: "All my wealth is inside. Please take it."

As Ximen Wudi opened the storage ring, he paused in surprise—he found roughly five billion Spirit Stones inside, barely half of the demanded ten billion; the young man had only managed to gather three billion.

Seeing all his wealth taken by Ximen Wudi, the young man forced a bitter smile.

These were his entire fortune.

This money was his entire fortune.

Looking at the young man before him, Ximen Wudi nodded, then kicked him to the ground and snatched the storage ring from his hand.

Seeing Ximen Wudi take his storage ring, the young man could only stare helplessly—his body was numb, utterly devoid of resistance.

Seeing Ximen Wudi seize his storage ring, the young man could only look helplessly on; his body was completely numb, with not an ounce of strength left to resist.

As Ximen Wudi tossed the storage ring into his own space ring, his lips curled into a cold, indifferent curve.

Tossing the storage ring into his space ring, Ximen Wudi murmured coldly, a faint curve of indifference on his lips.

Hearing Ximen Wudi's words, the young man snapped his head up, eyes wide with disbelief—could this truly be his end?

Then he saw Ximen Wudi's palm descend, piercing straight through his chest—his eyes slowly glazed over, life draining away.

Watching the young man's heart shatter beneath his palm, Ximen Wudi shook his head.

"Sigh. Just a lowly pawn—not even worth my teeth."

With a sigh, Ximen Wudi turned his gaze to the surroundings. Seeing the Blood Tianyang City crowd trembling on their knees before him, his lips curled into a cold smile.

Seeing Ximen Wudi look their way, the kneeling crowd dared not even breathe—they knew Ximen Wudi was a killing god.

"Since you wanted to kill me, then prepare to be slaughtered!"

Looking at the kneeling crowd, Ximen Wudi's smile deepened, his eyes glinting with cold light.

Hearing Ximen Wudi's words, the kneeling Blood Tianyang crowd stiffened, their faces etched with terror—they weren't fools; they understood perfectly.

But they hadn't expected Ximen Wudi to be this brutal, this ruthless—to kill even the Lord's direct heir and the Lord himself.

"Hmph. I advise you not to resist—you won't escape from here."

At that moment, a middle-aged man standing nearby, speaking with a black-robed youth, noticed the scene. He glanced at the kneeling crowd and sneered a warning.

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Ximen Wudi slowly lifted his head, fixing his gaze on the man, then smiling coldly: "You truly think I won't kill you?"

Seeing Ximen Wudi's demeanor, the man's expression hardened—he realized Ximen Wudi was no ordinary prodigy.

Seeing Ximen Wudi's demeanor, the man's expression hardened; he realized now that Ximen Wudi was no ordinary prodigy.

He was no fool, and he himself was a Lianqi Sect Artificer—he knew full well he was no match for Ximen Wudi. Their realms were too far apart; no amount of talent or effort could bridge it, and resistance would only cost him his life.

After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man spoke: "What do you want? If you intend to kill us, just say it outright—we, Blood Tianyang City, are not easy prey."

The middle-aged man fell silent for a moment, then said: "What exactly do you want? If you're going to kill us, just say it outright—we of Blood Tianyang are not an easy target."

When Ximen Wudi heard this, a wry smile curled at his lips:

"Hehe… I simply want to cooperate with you!"

"Cooperate? On what grounds do you expect me to trust you? I'm merely a Lianqi Sect Master—why should I cooperate with you?"

Hearing Ximen Wudi's words, the middle-aged man coldly demanded:

Ximen Wudi shrugged his shoulders and said calmly:

"Because I can refine Grade Nine Spirit Pills!"

"Grade Nine Spirit Pills?"

Upon hearing Ximen Wudi's words, both the middle-aged man and the black-robed youth beside him sharply raised their eyebrows.

Grade Nine Spirit Pills were Grade Nine Spirit Pills—extremely difficult to refine, requiring a Lianyao Sect Master, a top-tier Lianqi Master, or even a Lianqi Saint.

Moreover, such pills were exceedingly rare; even in all of Blood Tianyang, there were likely only two, and one of them was the legendary Grade Nine Spirit Pill—unattainable by mere chance!

Furthermore, a Grade Nine Spirit Pill refined from a Grade Nine Pill could enable a Lianqi Sect Master to break through to Nascent Soul Eighth Reckoning, or even Ninth Reckoning, or even the Ninth Tribulation Nether Immortal realm!

This was an exceedingly rare item, and the Grade Nine Spirit Pill held profound effects on the path of Lianqi, making it a lifelong dream for Lianqi Masters, especially Lianqi Sect Masters.

And now, Ximen Wudi claimed he could refine Grade Nine Spirit Pills!

Thinking of this, his face broke into ecstatic delight—and at that moment, Ximen Wudi continued:

"If you agree to help me, I will gift you this Grade Nine Spirit Pill!"

Hearing Ximen Wudi's words, the Lianqi Sect Master's heart surged with excitement, yet he retained his composure, calmly studying Ximen Wudi and asking:

"Why are you seeking our help?"

Upon hearing the Lianqi Sect Master's question, Ximen Wudi smiled faintly and said: "First tell me—does your Blood Tianyang City Lord's mansion still lie outside the city?"

At this question, the Lianqi Sect Master furrowed his brows slightly before replying:

"Yes, our City Lord's mansion lies within this valley, and it is very close. However, we have set a Gu Jinzhi here—no matter how powerful a Lianqi Sect Master may be, they cannot enter the valley without a key, or they will be injured by the Gu Jinzhi, even killed!"

Hearing the Lianqi Sect Master's words, Ximen Wudi's lips curled into a mocking smile: "Hehe, so that's how it is. Does your City Lord's mansion possess a key called the Xuanming Key?"

"Xuanming Key? What's that?"

Upon hearing the four characters "Xuanming Key," the Lianqi Sect Master froze, staring at Ximen Wudi in confusion.

"The Xuanming Key is a relic left by my father, and it has the power to suppress the valley's Gu Jinzhi."