"This kid has incredibly potent internal energy, he might already qualify for 'Entering the Hall' level."
Pei Xiangyuan's brows furrowed as he looked at the large hole in the wall.
Ning Beichen's punch was extremely sharp. If he hadn't pulled Han Xin away in time just now, Han Xin would likely have lost his life.
He was deeply shocked that he hadn't been able to defeat Ning Beichen yet.
If Ning Beichen were around his age, or even younger, he could have accepted it.
But how old was Ning Beichen?
At most, he looked to be in his early twenties, around the same age as his son, yet he could fight against someone who had been cultivating for decades without falling behind.
However, what made Pei Xiangyuan even more vigilant wasn't Ning Beichen's strength, but the power behind him.
A prodigy like Ning Beichen would likely only be cultivated by a sect with a powerful background or a family with a long martial arts heritage; he certainly wouldn't be nurtured by some obscure, unknown force.
Pei Xiangyuan had always been confident in his judgment, but this time he had misjudged.
He couldn't figure out Ning Beichen's origins at all.
The martial arts and techniques Ning Beichen used were a jumble, lacking any fixed patterns. Many of his attacks seemed to be improvised.
It was precisely this that made Pei Xiangyuan increasingly astonished.
If this young man weren't an enemy, Pei Xiangyuan would definitely seek to befriend him.
Anyone with a brain could see that Ning Beichen, at such a young age, was already so powerful. No one knew how strong he would eventually become.
When encountering such a person, one should either befriend them or avoid offending them.
Alternatively, one should find a way to nip them in the bud before they could grow stronger.
But there was no opportunity for friendship now. Neither of them would back down, and the young man before him wouldn't either, nor would he. The only remaining path was to kill him, to prevent him from growing.
Pei Xiangyuan let go of Han Xin. With his mind made up, he harbored a killing intent towards Ning Beichen, determined to fight him to the death if necessary, but he absolutely could not let him go.
And up to this point, Pei Xiangyuan still had a trump card he hadn't used. Once unleashed, he believed Ning Beichen would surely die.
Although this trump card would inflict heavy damage on himself as well, he couldn't afford to worry about that now.
"Enough! Kid, your life ends here."
Pei Xiangyuan roared, a powerful aura emanating from him.
Then, a strange black shadow appeared behind him. This shadow writhed incessantly, looking like a ghost with a gaping maw.
"Kill!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
A voice that seemed to pierce through the skull echoed through the hall. Even Ning Beichen became serious.
"I'll kill you!"
Pei Xiangyuan pointed at Ning Beichen.
At this moment, Pei Xiangyuan seemed like a changed person, appearing unfamiliar and terrifying.
"Hmph, neither human nor ghost. I thought you were quite capable, but you're just dabbling in unorthodox techniques."
Ning Beichen, who had been somewhat tense at first, became extremely dismissive upon seeing the black shadow behind Pei Xiangyuan.
"Arrogant! Die!"
Pei Xiangyuan's secret technique was indeed unorthodox, but to him, its nature didn't matter. What mattered was that it made him invincible.
Although he would pay a heavy price afterward, as long as he could kill Ning Beichen, any price was worth it.
"Suppression!"
Ning Beichen no longer held back. He unleashed his Grandmaster's Domain, suppressing Pei Xiangyuan. Any wicked sorcery, like demons and ghosts, was instantly dissolved within the Grandmaster's Domain.
"You... you are a Grandmaster."
A large mouthful of blood gushed from Pei Xiangyuan's mouth. He looked at Ning Beichen with terror and exclaimed. The black shadow behind him also dissipated unwillingly.
"Impossible... this is impossible. How can there be such a young Grandmaster in this world? You must be lying to me!"
Pei Xiangyuan continued to spit blood. Suppressed by Ning Beichen's Grandmaster's Domain, his secret technique had backfired. He wouldn't live long even without Ning Beichen's intervention.
"Let's say I am lying. The moment you injured my people, your death was sealed."
Ning Beichen spoke and then threw a punch at him.
With a crack, Pei Xiangyuan, like a shrimp bending over, fell to his knees powerlessly before Ning Beichen. He was covered in blood, his face deathly pale.
"You injured a total of five of my subordinates. I will return five punches to you. If you can survive these five punches, I will spare your life."
Ning Beichen finished speaking and threw his second punch.
Another crack.
This time, all the bones in Pei Xiangyuan's body shattered. A large amount of blood seeped from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. Before Ning Beichen could throw his third punch, Pei Xiangyuan's neck snapped, and he toppled backward.
Pei Xiangyuan never had the chance to withstand Ning Beichen's five punches. He died from the second punch, bleeding from all seven orifices.
In fact, the main reason was Ning Beichen's Grandmaster's Domain, which had caused a severe backlash in his secret technique, leaving him with less than a tenth of his strength. He had no ability to resist Ning Beichen's fists.
Pei Xiangyuan convulsed on the ground like he was having a seizure. After a while, he stopped breathing, his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, a picture of death with unfulfilled regrets.
Han Xin was completely terrified!
The strongest expert under his command, Pei Xiangyuan, was dead.
And he had died in a very bizarre manner.
To outsiders, they couldn't see Ning Beichen's Grandmaster's Domain. They only saw Pei Xiangyuan standing still like an idiot.
Then they saw Pei Xiangyuan being killed by Ning Beichen's two punches. It was as if Pei Xiangyuan had no intention of dodging or fighting back, as if he was willingly seeking death.
No one knew what had happened, nor why Pei Xiangyuan hadn't fought back.
But Han Xin knew that with Pei Xiangyuan dead, he was in big trouble.
Ning Beichen walked towards Han Xin step by step. Han Xin's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the ground, trembling uncontrollably, looking at Ning Beichen approaching him with fear.
"Brother, spare my life, brother, spare my life."
Han Xin was no longer the underground overlord he once was, but like a trembling goose waiting to be slaughtered.
"I have something to ask you. If you dare to lie or hide anything from me, you will join Pei Xiangyuan below."
Ning Beichen walked up to him and said.
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything."
Han Xin replied hastily in a panic.
With Pei Xiangyuan dead, he had lost his backing. Now, he dared not think of anything other than begging for mercy.
"Have you captured this woman?"
Ning Beichen took out a casual photo of Liu Yixin and showed it to Han Xin.