"No! Stop!"
Seeing that Ian Song was about to be killed by the guard’s blade, Liam Lee couldn’t help but cry out and rush forward. But just as he moved, Steward Wei raised a hand and blocked him.
The saber light unleashed by the guard had already reached Ian Song, who stood motionless as if frozen in fear.
Seeing this, Liam Lee couldn’t bear it and closed his eyes. "Brother Ian, I’m sorry. I dragged you into this."
Just then—
The 'terrified' Ian Song suddenly reached his hand into the saber light.
Seeing this, the guard let out a cruel laugh. What a fool—he actually dared to reach into my saber aura. But in the next instant, the guard’s expression froze.
Because he felt a hand clamp down on his wrist. At the same time, the weight in his hand vanished—the saber had changed owners.
"Pfft!"
The saber reversed and slashed heavily into the guard’s chest.
Instantly, the guard was sent flying like a severed kite, crashing down more than ten meters away.
"What?"
Seeing this, a trace of surprise flashed across Steward Wei’s face.
"Cough, cough!"
The guard who’d been sent flying struggled to his feet, coughing up blood. He looked down at his chest—the slash had torn a huge gash across his front. Luckily, he was wearing soft armor; otherwise, he would have been disemboweled. Even so, his internal organs were badly shaken, and it would take at least half a month to recover.
At that moment, Liam Lee opened his eyes. Seeing Ian Song unharmed and holding the saber, he couldn’t help but rejoice. "Brother Ian, you’re all right! That’s a relief!"
But then, doubt crept into his heart. These four guards were all Innate Fourth Layer experts—how had Ian Song dodged that blade and even snatched the saber? Thinking of this, he instinctively glanced at the guard coughing blood more than ten meters away, his confusion growing deeper.
"Thanks for worrying, Brother Liam. A few small fry can’t hurt me." Ian Song smiled at Liam Lee, looking completely relaxed.
"You three, attack together—dead or alive!" Steward Wei ordered coldly.
"Don’t do it!"
Liam Lee’s face changed at once. He hurriedly shouted at the three guards, then pleaded again with Steward Wei: "Steward Wei, please, don’t make things difficult for Brother Ian!"
The three guards, having received Steward Wei’s order, ignored the Young Master’s words. They each drew their sabers and slashed at Ian Song three times in succession.
The saber light flashed like silk, striking toward Ian Song with thunderous speed.
All three practiced the same saber technique, and when they joined forces, it was far more than just 1+1+1. The three raging saber auras sealed off all Ian Song’s escape routes—he had no choice but to face it head-on.
"Whoosh!"
But just as the three saber lights were about to shred Ian Song’s body, he suddenly vanished.
A phantom flashed by, and then three figures were sent flying, landing more than ten meters away.
Seeing this, Steward Wei’s expression turned serious. These three guards, working together, could defeat even Innate Fifth Layer experts—but now, this young man had beaten them in a single move, meaning he was at least Innate Sixth Layer.
Thinking of this, he stepped forward and addressed Ian Song: "Young Master Song, is it? I am of the Lee Family in Luo City. I apologize for any offense just now—please forgive me."
"Forgive you? Yeah, right!" Ian Song sneered. "You tried to kill me for no reason, and now that you failed, you want me to just let it go? If you were in my shoes, would you swallow that insult?"
Seeing Ian Song so blunt, Steward Wei’s face darkened in anger. "Then what does Young Master Song intend?"
The Lee Family was a major clan in Luo City. Even though Steward Wei was just a steward, even the city lord would greet him politely as Steward Wei.
"Of course it’s an eye for an eye. What else?" Ian Song sneered. He was the type who’d leave you alone if you didn’t mess with him, but if you did, he’d never let it go.
"Young Master Song, I admit your cultivation is high, but I’m no pushover either—and you may not be my match. Why not leave now and let’s end this on good terms?" As he spoke, Steward Wei’s aura began to surge, reaching Innate Eighth Layer.
"Brother Ian, you should just leave!" Liam Lee urged.
"Don’t worry, Brother Liam. This old man can’t do anything to me! If it’s momentum you want, then let me show you mine!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ian Song’s aura erupted.
Innate First Layer.
Innate Second Layer.
Innate Third Layer.
……
Innate Ninth Layer.
Watching Ian Song’s aura climb higher and higher, Steward Wei’s face grew uglier by the second. When Ian’s momentum soared to Innate Ninth Layer, sweat broke out on Steward Wei’s forehead. Suddenly, he noticed something he’d overlooked all along—Ian Song had short hair.
Short hair, Innate Ninth Layer, and so young.
Connecting the three, Steward Wei instantly thought of one thing: Diamond Body Sect.
The Lee Family was strong, but compared to the Tang Dynasty’s top martial sect, they were nothing. Steward Wei’s cold sweat grew heavier—if this young man really was from Diamond Body Sect, there’d be no way to smooth things over.
Other people might care about the Lee Family’s reputation, but Diamond Body Sect? They couldn’t care less.
"Are you a disciple of Diamond Body Sect?"
"What if I am? What if I’m not?" Ian Song sneered.
Hearing this, Steward Wei’s heart skipped a beat. He quickly said, "Young Master Song, I didn’t know your identity before and offended you—this is a little token of apology, please accept it!"
As he spoke, Steward Wei pulled out a stack of silver notes from his robe.
Each note was for a thousand taels—a total of ten notes, making ten thousand taels.
Ten thousand taels was a huge sum, but Ian Song wasn’t tempted at all. Whether it was in the Great Qin world or the apocalypse, he’d collected plenty of gold—especially after getting a Storage Ring with a massive internal space, he brought back most of the gold he’d gathered from the settlement before leaving the apocalypse.
So, in his Storage Ring, he had at least a million jin of gold.
Ian Song curled his lip and said, "Old man, put it away. This little bit of silver doesn’t interest me. I’ll give you one chance—cut off one of your own arms, and I’ll let you go!"
Hearing Ian Song’s demand, Steward Wei flew into a rage, his eyes flashing with killing intent. Losing an arm would cost him at least thirty percent of his strength.
"What, you don’t want to?" Ian Song pressed.
"Young Master Song, I’ll add ninety thousand taels—please, show mercy and let me go!" Steward Wei gritted his teeth, pulled out another ninety thousand taels in silver notes, and respectfully offered them with both hands.
"Get lost!"
Ian Song hesitated, then took the silver notes.
"Thank you for your mercy, Young Master Song. I’ll take my leave!"
Hearing this, Steward Wei breathed a huge sigh of relief. With a wave, he led his four guards away at top speed. As for Liam Lee, he wouldn’t dare take him away even if he had ten times the guts.