Soon, Zhao Xuewen entered with a young man. This was a teenager, only sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in jeans, and sneakers, paired with a short-sleeved T-shirt. He had an extremely haughty demeanor, and the moment he crossed the threshold, he aggressively scanned Xiao Mu and Qiao Feng, making no effort to hide his belligerence.
"Humph!"
Qiao Feng snorted coldly, glaring back at him.
Xiao Mu remained calm, unhurried, and unconcerned.
Therefore, the teenager's gaze lingered on Qiao Feng, his face showing killing intent.
The two of them glared intently at each other, neither giving way to the other, their rage becoming increasingly palpable, making it look like a fight was about to start any moment.
"Hehe, gentlemen, let me introduce,"
Seeing this, Zhao Xuewen quickly stepped in front of the young man, using the introduction as a pretext to interrupt the standoff between the newly arrived youth and Qiao Feng. He pointed at the teenager, "Mr. Qiao, Mr. Mu, this is Tian Wu Wang."
"Tian Wu Wang, this is Mr. Qiao Feng, this is Mr. Mu."
The alias of the newcomer was as brazen and arrogant as his demeanor.
"Humph!"
As soon as the introduction was finished, the domineering Tian Wu Wang and Qiao Feng simultaneously launched their attacks against each other.
Tian Wu Wang launched a punch, aiming straight at Qiao Feng's face.
"Breaking Mountain Fist!"
"Oof!"
A vortex formed in an instant, sucking up the surrounding air, which then turned into a roaring gale, its momentum looking incredibly fierce.
"Descending Dragon Palm!"
Qiao Feng made his move, pushing out air waves with his palms, which rushed towards the youth's iron fist.
"Boom!"
The collision of fist and palm created intense shock waves, and both fighters retreated simultaneously.
This exchange ended in a stalemate.
However...
Bang! Crack!
The objects in the room were stirred up by the punch wind and fell all over the place.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen, please stop fighting, no more fighting, this is my family's ancestral hall."
Zhao Xuewen, who had almost been knocked down by the impact of the clash of fists and palms, rushed forward in a panic to intervene.
The youthful Tian Wu Wang and Qiao Feng both had powerful attacks, which made them lose the intention of continuing the fight.
Tian Wu Wang still looked proud and cold. He glanced at Qiao Feng and said indifferently, "Not a weak one. You qualify to share some spoils with me."
"Heh heh!"
Qiao Feng's expression darkened, his demeanor reticent and ominous as he replied, "The same to you!"
Although their clash had ended in a draw, Qiao Feng felt somewhat humiliated to have tied with this sixteen or seventeen-year-old teenager.
Though arrogant, Tian Wu Wang was able to stand out in this mutant world, and he had every right to be arrogant.
Then, Tian Wu Wang turned his gaze toward Xiao Mu, the same invasiveness in his eyes as when he looked at Qiao Feng.
Xiao Mu did not react, calmly taking out a fire talisman. With a shake, a small flame appeared in his palm.
As Xiao Mu shook his hand, the small flame spread, and his entire palm was set on fire, forming a huge flame.
The flame burned on Xiao Mu's palm like a giant bonfire, illuminating the entire ancestral hall.
In the blink of an eye, the blood light in the hall seemed to be dispersed and weakened a little.
Unfortunately, besides Xiao Mu, neither Tian Wu Wang nor Qiao Feng could see the blood light in the hall.
Zhao Xuewen shivered in fear, afraid that Xiao Mu would throw out the flame with a shake of his hand, which would set his family's ancestral hall on fire.
"Huh!"
"Huh!"
King Tianwu and Qiao Feng exclaimed in surprise at the same time.
King Tianwu looked baffled, his clueless expression indicating that he didn't recognize what method Xiao Mu was using.
Qiao Feng, though somewhat knowledgeable, gave Xiao Mu a cold look, but the quirkiness in his glance subtly betrayed him, "So you're a mage."
There was an unintentional hint of respect in his tone.
After the World Mutation, the most common occurrences were actually mutants, followed by various martial artists. Mages like Xiao Mu were quite rare.
The reason was simple—the World Mutation most easily resulted in Variant Fruits, and once a person ate a Variant Fruit, they could immediately mutate, transforming into various kinds of mutants.
If one didn't choose this path, the only option to improve oneself was to rely on various Secret Manuals.
Among the Secret Manuals, Martial Arts are actually the most basic and easiest to mutate. Their rarity is even less than that of the Confucian Classics.
The most difficult to mutate are actually the Taoist Law and Buddhism; among them, Taoist Law is the hardest.
Of course, despite this, it does not mean that the Taoist Law is the strongest.
On the contrary, in the early stages, the most powerful are usually martial artists and mutants, while Taoist Law and Buddhism only become stronger in the later stages.
However, Taoist Law and Buddhism have a unique restraining effect on evil absurdity, which martial artists and mutants do not have.
The young King Tianwu gave Xiao Mu a deep look. His arrogant gaze abated somewhat. In the end, he didn't strike at Xiao Mu, evidently feeling that with just the Spiritual Fire he displayed, Xiao Mu had also earned himself a place.
"Master, Master Mu, have you found out what the problem is?"
Zhao Xuewen quickly changed the topic, taking the opportunity to inquire Xiao Mu.
He was very worried that these three would start another fight in his ancestral hall. Smashing windows and tables was one thing, but he was afraid it would alarm his ancestors.
Especially the fire in Xiao Mu's hand,which made him feel quite terrified.
"Let me have a look first."
Xiao Mu nodded, then turned his attention to the spirit tablets on the altar table.
This glance made him inexplicably startled.
There were two spirit tablets in Zhao Xuewen's house, one for his grandfather and one for his father.
However, at this moment, both of these spirit tablets were turned upside down.
Xiao Mu couldn't help but walk forward to check the spirit tablets.
Zhao Xuewen's face tightened suddenly. It was forbidden for outsiders to approach the Spirit Tablets, but he could not stop Xiao Mu either.
Fortunately, Xiao Mu only walked a certain distance and stopped. He then bowed to the two spirit tablets before staring closely at them.
The ancestral hall was filled with blood light, making it impossible to see the spirit tablets clearly without getting close.
However, upon closer inspection, what he discovered on the spirit tablets shocked him.
In Xiao Mu's eyes, there were tiny cracks appearing on both spirit tablets.
Extremely fine, very small, and only a few, but there was a faint indication they were about to crack further.
The spirit tablets of Zhao's family had actually cracked!
What on earth happened?
Xiao Mu was shocked.
Spirit tablets would never crack that easily, unless...
"Master, have you figured anything out?"
Zhao Xuewen could not help but ask again. He noticed the change in Xiao Mu's expression, and his heart was filled with agitation and unease.
Did this Master Mu really find something? Was the problem with his house very serious?
Xiao Mu turned around, his face was grave, "Mr. Zhao, I suggest that you move the Spirit Tablets out immediately."
"Move them out?"
Zhao Xuewen frowned slightly.