Chapter 156: You Disappoint Me So Much

"Tyrant Blade, what kind of traitorous nonsense are you spouting?"

A middle-aged man beside the Dragon Slayer turned cold, a flash of murderous intent crossing his eyes.

They had also recognized Tyrant Blade, the very man dispatched by the Mo family a decade ago to take control of the underground circles in Qiancheng.

"Fifty thousand admission fee per person, or get lost and turn back!" Tyrant Blade said with complete indifference.

"Tyrant Blade, have you got a death wish?"

The Mo family members roared in anger: "You are nothing more than a dog raised by the Mo family, how dare you charge us money?"

Tyrant Blade did not speak. With a resounding clang, he drove the long saber from his shoulder straight into the ground before him, exuding the overwhelming aura of a man holding a pass against ten thousand foes.

Furious, the Mo family members moved to take action.

The Dragon Slayer raised a hand, signaling everyone to hold their ground.

He gazed deeply at Tyrant Blade, a flicker of surprise showing in his eyes.

He could tell that Tyrant Blade had grown immensely powerful.

"Once I've killed Mo Han shortly, I'll return to clean up the traitors for the Mo family."

Casting a gloomy look at Tyrant Blade, the Dragon Slayer said in a deep voice, "Pay up!"

Naturally, the Mo family members dared not defy the Dragon Slayer's will.

The Dragon Slayer was the foremost powerhouse of their household, holding an immensely lofty status and authority; none of the collateral branch members dared to disobey him.

With deep reluctance, the Mo family members scanned the code to pay, then took their admission tickets and headed to the island in the center of the lake.

Yet, as each of them passed Tyrant Blade, they cast glances at him as though looking at a dead man.

"Want to kill me? See if you can make it out alive first." Watching the Dragon Slayer's retreating back, Tyrant Blade sneered inwardly.

The people arriving afterward saw that both the Mo family and the Dragon Slayer had paid, and no longer dared to kick up a fuss. One by one, they scanned the code and paid their fees.

Meanwhile, on the island.

"He's here, he's here, the Dragon Slayer has arrived!"

Those who had arrived on the island earlier turned to look at a small boat out on the lake. The Dragon Slayer stood proudly at the bow, straight as a ramrod.

He stood there as though nailed to the prow, unmoving despite the howling gale.

This was what a true expert looked like.

A genuine grandmaster-level powerhouse!

The small boat cut through the wind and waves, advancing swiftly as if the Dragon Slayer were walking across the crests.

Everyone on the island stared in awe.

This...

Was this what an Earth-tier powerhouse looked like?

Terrifying!

The Dragon Slayer wore a blue Tang suit, its fabric fluttering in the wind, lending him an even more imposing and majestic aura.

Before the boat even reached the shore, he suddenly leaped into the air, clearing the distance of over three zhang onto the island in a single bound.

Watching his flight-like movement, everyone on the island gasped sharply.

Earth-tier powerhouses were simply too formidable!

"Senior!"

"Welcome, Senior!"

The crowd greeted him one after another, their attitudes brimming with reverence.

This was an Earth-tier powerhouse, after all.

The sheer presence was overwhelming!

The Dragon Slayer strode forward proudly, the martial artists on either side parting to clear a path.

In the presence of such an Earth-tier expert, who would dare show disrespect?

The Dragon Slayer tilted his head up slightly, his gaze full of disdain for the world.

Beneath the Earth-tier, all were mere ants; with no peers of his own level present here, not a single soul caught his eye.

Today, he had only one objective.

And that was to personally execute Mo Han, the abandoned scion of the Mo family.

He walked proudly to the center of the island, coming to a halt on a raised platform.

Murmurs and noises rippled through the surroundings. With a cold snort from him, absolute silence fell instantly.

Across the entire central battlefield, save for the sound of his garments snapping in the fierce wind, not another sound remained.

"Where is Mo Han?"

The Dragon Slayer let out a thunderous shout. It cracked like a bolt of lightning, carrying like a megaphone to sweep rapidly across the entire island.

Everyone's hearts trembled; that single shout alone left their minds reeling and unstable.

This was a true powerhouse!

A single word was enough to make their blood boil and their fighting spirit soar.

"Mo Han, you brat, why did you accept my challenge only to cower and refuse to show up?"

Inside, the Dragon Slayer was burning with fury.

He had traveled all the way from the north, yet Mo Han had not even appeared.

Either the boy looked down on him, or he had already fled!

The onlookers also searched all around, failing to spot Mo Han's figure, and immediately broke into animated discussions.

"Could that kid really be too cowardly to show up?"

"Obviously. The Dragon Slayer is a grandmaster-level expert; anyone who shows up to fight him is a complete moron."

"How disgraceful. To think that kid turned out to be a spineless coward. But by toying with an Earth-tier powerhouse like this, even if he flees to the ends of the earth, there will be no place for him to hide!"

...

Derisive jeers broke out all around as the crowd openly heaped scorn upon him.

In their eyes, Mo Han must have tricked the Dragon Slayer and fled on his own.

The Dragon Slayer stood in the center of the battlefield, rigid as a stake, as the fierce wind blew directly into his face, snapping his robes in the tempest.

"Mo Han, you brat, the time for the decisive battle has arrived, yet you refuse to show your face. Consider yourself defeated. And if you lose, you won't be the only one dying—none of your family members will escape unscathed either!"

The Dragon Slayer shouted once more.

This was a blatant, unadulterated threat.

If Mo Han did not show up for the decisive battle today, he would slaughter every single member of Mo Han's family!

The surrounding spectators felt their hearts chill. People always said that retribution should not be visited upon the family.

But that rule only applied to ordinary martial artists.

When it came to these Earth-tier powerhouses, no one could constrain their actions.

"Are you really in such a rush to die?"

Just at that moment, a voice drifted across the center of the lake.

Everyone looked over to see a small boat gliding downwind toward the center of the lake, a young man in white standing at the bow.

His frame appeared somewhat slender, yet his posture was exceptionally upright.

With his hands clasped behind his back, he advanced against the gale, completely unaffected by the howling winds.

Observant eyes noticed that despite the raging tempest, the clothes on Mo Han's body remained entirely undisturbed, as though he were merely taking a leisurely stroll in a gentle breeze.

"How is that even possible?"

At that instant, even the Dragon Slayer narrowed his eyes.

Even he could not pull off what Mo Han was doing right now.

However, as Mo Han slowly came ashore, the crowd shook their heads again.

When the Dragon Slayer had arrived earlier, he had leaped onto the island from three zhang away in a single bound.

Mo Han, on the other hand, had waited until the boat actually reached the shore before slowly stepping off. At first glance, he bore no resemblance to an Earth-tier powerhouse at all.

The Dragon Slayer finally let out a breath of relief.

True enough, even if Mo Han had encountered some fortuitous encounters in recent years, how could he possibly be an Earth-tier powerhouse?

There were fewer than fifty Earth-tier experts in the entire realm of Huaaxia; how could a small place like Qiancheng possibly harbor one?

To become a grandmaster without decades of bitter cultivation, coupled with supreme martial arts mental techniques, was simply impossible.

"Such arrogant words!"

Watching Mo Han approach, the Dragon Slayer let out a cold snort. "No matter how big your words are, it won't matter. Today, you must die!"

Everyone stared at Mo Han as if looking at a corpse.

Their eyes were filled with undisguised contempt.

For him to dare accept the Dragon Slayer's challenge—he was truly tired of living!

Mo Han strolled leisurely into the center of the battlefield, stopping within a zhang of the Dragon Slayer.

He looked the Dragon Slayer up and down, and then smiled.

"So this is what a so-called Earth-tier powerhouse looks like? Nothing more than trash?"

Mo Han shook his head, undisguised disdain in his eyes: "You're a huge disappointment."

Boom!

Mo Han's words exploded like a thunderclap, instantly infuriating the surrounding spectators.