The Post Sky Tipping Era
Chapter 176 - 140: Kings, Dukes, Generals, and Ministers

Chapter 176: Chapter 140: Kings, Dukes, Generals, and Ministers

A seemingly inconspicuous old servant turned out to be a Qi Cultivation Expert, indicating that the City Lord of Sanyang City might not be as straightforward as he appeared on the surface. Probably even Master Zhao Ge underestimated the City Lord of Sanyang City, otherwise, Zhao Ge would have certainly informed Li Yi that there were at least two Qi Cultivation Experts in the City Lord Mansion.

It showed that the City Lord had fooled everyone. If Li Yi had not caused upheaval in Sanyang City today, it was likely that the City Lord would not have exposed himself.

Sending an old servant, who was a Qi Cultivation Expert, to greet Li Yi could also be a display of strength.

"Since the City Lord of Sanyang City has invited me so courteously as a guest, then I will give you the face to see what you really mean."

After a brief contemplation, Li Yi made his decision. He dismounted and walked decisively toward the City Lord Mansion.

Although Rong Niang had some reservations at the moment, she had no authority over the contest between Qi Cultivation Experts and simply followed behind Li Yi obediently.

"Please." The hunchbacked old servant smiled and gestured.

After glancing at the old servant, Li Yi did not pay him any more attention. Although the old servant was very strong, if it really came to a fight, he was confident he could kill him; even if the old servant joined forces with the yet-to-appear City Lord, there was still nothing to fear.

After killing two Qi Cultivation Experts consecutively, his aura had intensified, exuding a grand demeanor that looked down on all challengers.

Inside the City Lord Mansion, the sounds of luxury never ceased—elegant dancers performed, beautiful singers played and sang, and clever maids led the way.... It was evident that the City Lord of Sanyang enjoyed pleasures, indulging in many singers and dancers unabashedly, revealing a level of corruption and decadence typical of ancient nobles.

"Mr. Li, if there is anyone you take a fancy to, just say the word, and they will be yours from now on,"

The old servant, with squinting eyes, chuckled, clearly noticing that the young Li Yi seemed quite interested in it all.

However, Li Yi replied softly with a smile, "Seeing these singers and dancers is good enough; bring them home? Not interested, let the City Lord keep them for himself."

Using this to test me? Which Evolver couldn’t withstand such a test?

I am after all a disciple of the Bai Bone Temple.

"Since Mr. Li is not fond of them, then later we will execute all these singers and dancers and replace them with a batch that I believe Mr. Li will be pleased with," casually mentioned the old servant.

Dozens of beautiful women seemed at risk of losing their lives over this one simplistic statement.

The maid leading the way in front hesitantly lowered her head and trembled, nearly falling over, while the enchanting music suddenly became disordered, and even some of the graceful dancers lost their composure.

Fear was visible in their eyes.

Upon hearing this, Li Yi stopped in his tracks and then squinted at the old servant, "What do you consider human life as? Tools for pleasure? To speak such words in front of me, what are you trying to do? Threaten me, or show me who’s boss, or perhaps use the lives of these dozens of people to disturb my tranquility?"

The old servant simply bowed his head, silent.

Although Rong Niang was not entitled to speak, she too glared angrily upon hearing these words, feeling indignation in her heart.

Li Yi saw that he received no response and after a brief stare, he offered a cold laugh, "Well, these singers all depend on you for their livelihood. You might want to kill me and I won’t intervene, but after today, everyone in Sanyang City will depend on Li Yi for their livelihood. I’ll decide who lives and who dies, and no one can do anything about it, right?"

"Mr. Li, that’s not right."

The old servant now said with a smile, "Sanyang City belongs to our young master, Xingzhou belongs to our Fan Family, and our Fan Family is one of the eight kings, ruling Xingzhou for a thousand years, noble by birth, unshakable by anyone."

"One of the eight kings, noble by birth? Hahaha."

Li Yi, upon hearing this, burst into unrestrained laughter. The laughter, laden with Fist Gang, spread out, causing people’s eardrums to ache painfully, startling birds on nearby trees into flight and causing koi in the water to scatter. Dancers and servant girls nearby stopped their dance and performances, crouching on the ground holding their heads, daring not to make unnecessary movements for fear of drawing serious trouble upon themselves.

"Mr. Li, what’s so funny about what I said?"

The old servant narrowed his eyes slightly, sensing a different demeanor in this young martial expert. His laughter seemed to exude an indescribable arrogance.

Li Yi then reined in his laughter and said immediately, "When it comes to princes and generals, can they really be considered a breed apart? With a single punch, I dare to make emperors bleed. What’s so great about a mere prince’s descendant? Is his life harder than my fist?"

"Princes and generals, can they really be considered a breed apart?"

At these words, the old servant’s eyes suddenly tightened. This sentence, like a bolt from the blue, exploded in his mind.

Could there really be such lawless martial artists in the world, daring to utter such rebellious and outrageous statements? If this were to spread, wouldn’t it provoke chaos across the land?

Does not he fear dying and his clan being exterminated?

"You, an old servant, have knelt all your life, accustomed to living like a dog, and really think everyone in the world is like a dog, too? I find you displeasing today, so take this punch to learn that in the future when you meet me, Li Yi, you should just kneel and kowtow, without speaking out of turn." The next moment, Li Yi suddenly shouted, his entire body’s Fist Gang swelling up instantly, his glowing eyes narrowing suddenly, transforming into vertical pupils.

At this moment, the old Qi Cultivation servant was regarded by Li Yi as prey, seeming as if he was about to be captured.

With those vertical pupils locking on, the previously composed old servant appeared like a startled beast, his hair standing on end immediately.

Without giving the old servant a chance to adjust, the next moment, Li Yi, with his tall and robust stature, charged through the air, delivering a punch that was a terrifying killer move.

The air was instantly shattered, whipping up a wave of white surf, with deafening Fist Power ringing in the ears, as if the Thunder God in heaven was swinging his Thunder God’s Hammer, releasing a earth-shattering divine thunder.

Thunder God’s Hammer!

Muscles and bones resonating, Divine Power bursting forth, this punch utilized all of Li Yi’s spirit, as if Fist Intent was gathering, momentum magnificent, decidedly letting one feel that his punch indeed dared to make emperors splash blood, causing princes to fall.

The old Qi Cultivation servant dared not be careless, and with a long howl, his Qi-Blood boiled over, his Protective Gang Qi burst forth wildly. Likewise, with a grasp of his five fingers, he delivered a punch, condensing Fist Gang and meeting the attack head-on.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the two peak Qi Cultivation experts exchanged blows, a pure collision of Fist Power without any tricks involved, as each seemed to be using this strike to ascertain each other’s identity and standing.

Martial artists from the Four Seas and the Eight Continents ultimately rely on real power to assert themselves.

If Li Yi couldn’t even overpower an old servant skilled in Qi Cultivation, the previous talks of kings and generals would have been nothing but empty words, utterly unconvincing.

However, such a situation did not occur.

Li Yi’s punch seemed even fiercer and more terrifying, possessing the overwhelming force to dominate the Eight Continents and suppress the mountains and rivers. Before this punch was delivered, two Qi Cultivation Experts had already died by his hand.

It could be said that his punch was incredibly confident, like an invincible army with a momentum of constant victories, unmatched by anyone.

The old servant’s punch only lasted a moment before he began to fall back step by step. His Fist Gang shattered, his Jin Qi depleted, and his not-so-fragile body was sent flying three meters away by this punch. Eventually, he managed to dissipate the remaining force and barely stopped himself.

And his fist had become a bloody pulp, all five fingers broken, revealing ghastly white bones.

"Such divine power is truly terrifying," the Qi Cultivation old servant thought, his face changing drastically and his heart deeply shaken.

This punch was truly valiant and unparalleled. Just facing one move had made this Qi Cultivation Expert think of retreating, no longer daring to throw a second punch.

It genuinely could crush a person’s spirit.

And it was not just the astonishing divine power, but why, with the same force, was he injured, fingers broken, while the other party was unscathed?

Could this person also possess Dragon Veins and Tiger Bones?

"Not bad, you are slightly stronger than those two Qi Cultivation Experts who died by my hands. But only slightly. However, considering you are past sixty and your Qi-Blood has declined, your strength is probably not at its peak. Why don’t you use some of that Heart Blood to boost your strength, then take a few more of my punches?"

Li Yi coldly smirked, then, seizing the advantage, he moved again, attacking anew.

Another punch was delivered.

The punch roared like thunder, shaking the soul.

The old servant was shocked, finally understanding why this fellow had captured two pavilions in one day. With such Fist Power, one punch after another, who could withstand it?

If he resisted head-on, he would merely be worn down alive, his Qi-Blood exhausted, Qi Cultivation leading to death.

But the second punch was already on its way, giving him no choice.

The old servant clenched his teeth, glaring with wide eyes, his feet stomping into the ground, sinking deeply into the mud as he tried to stabilize his stance, refused to be driven back. He leaned his body back, like a tightly strung bow, every tendon and bone in his body creaking, squeezing every bit of strength out of his body. He switched to his other hand and gathered up all his Qi-Blood to hastily form Fist Gang, and then met the punch head-on.

Divine Bow Shooting the Sun!

He unleashed his famous killing move, which had once taken down several Qi Cultivation Experts head-on.

"Boom!"

The second collision occurred, the punch exploded, and Jin Qi howled.

The old servant’s face was distorted by the sweeping gusts, nearly impossible to keep his eyes open. Yet, in the midst of this fierce wind and waves, he still saw those glowing vertical pupils locked on him, like a True Dragon lurking in the clouds, peering down at the dust of the mortal world, making one feel they were not facing a young martial artist but provoking this True Dragon.

But after this collision, the old servant did not retreat. He had blocked the strike and even felt as if he had overpowered the opponent slightly, forcing the other to retract his punch prematurely.

His chest heaving, he took a deep breath.

The old servant felt he had regained some face, letting Li Yi understand that there were levels even among Qi Cultivation Experts, and not to assume he was the best in the world.

But before the old servant could fully catch his breath, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and his face showed a hint of horror.

Li Yi was near, his robust frame unchanged, and the vertical pupils now showed a trace of excitement as the third punch came smashing down again.

Equally formidable, no, even stronger than the previous two punches.

Still coming?

In his fright, the old servant roared, forced to clench his fist to meet the attack, replicating his previous move, Divine Bow Shooting the Sun.

"Boom!"

Jin Qi exploded again, this time his body couldn’t remain in place, being forcefully shifted back by this divine power.

Without waiting to readjust.

The fourth punch followed close behind.

"Ah!"

The old servant roared, unable to avoid it, meeting the attack again; but after this punch, his Qi-Blood could no longer be controlled, a spurt of old blood erupting due to the shock, his body shifting back another two steps.

Barely stabilizing his figure, the fifth punch had already fallen.

The old servant raised his fist to meet it again, no longer with the same force as before, his Fist Gang instantly shattered. This time, both feet buried in the mud snapped with a crack, his body heavily smashed into the ground by the residual force, raising a cloud of dust.

But as soon as he fell, Li Yi’s sixth punch was already coming.

This punch after punch, the divine power not diminishing, truly about to exhaust all of his Qi-Blood, to Qi Cultivation unto death.