The old man spat out several mouthfuls of fresh blood, collapsing onto the platform, and looked at Liu Wentian incredulously.
He couldn't believe that he had actually lost, lost to a young man in his early twenties; it was simply too unreal!
"Impossible! How could I possibly lose—"
The old man's resentful roar had not finished before he was silenced by Liu Wentian's foot on his mouth.
Liu Wentian sneered, saying, "What's impossible? With your crappy Seven Mystical Palm and at the same Postnatal Peak Realm, any random 'Vajra Indestructible Seal' from me would crush you by a few streets. Keep whining— see if I don't crush your head under my foot. If it weren't for taking your money, did you think you'd still be alive to talk to me?"
In the heritage of Sheng Tianzhan, while there were only a few Cultivation Techniques, there was an abundance of Martial Skills. Picking any at random, though not very skilled, was still far beyond the Zhou Family's Seven Mystical Palm!
