At the moment the young man spoke, a terrifying surge of spiritual power radiated from Fu Bo's body, and in the blink of an eye, his figure vanished from view.
When he reappeared, Fu Bo stood beside the young man.
It was clear that as the young man's protector, Fu Bo remained calm under pressure and immediately made his move. For him, the youth's safety was of the utmost importance.
Fu Bo reached out, intending to grab the young man and transfer him to safety.
However, Fu Bo's expression shifted when he realized something crucial: he couldn't move the youth.
Why couldn't he shift the young man? Fu Bo couldn't understand it. His strength was at the peak of Origin Mastery, yet he couldn't budge the shopkeeper. Was this boss's power far superior to his own?
A rare feeling of discomfort stirred within Fu Bo, but he quickly suppressed it. His duty was to protect the youth at all costs. If anything were to happen to him, Fu Bo knew there would be severe consequences.
With no time to waste, Fu Bo quickly shifted his focus and raised his hand. "Silver Palm!"
His palm, radiating with silver light, was far more powerful than any strike from the young man. It crackled with energy, and black fissures appeared along the edges, giving it a menacing aura.
"Too slow."
Unexpectedly, Luo Chuan's calm voice rang out beside him.
Fu Bo froze.
The figure of the shopkeeper in front of him flickered and then slowly dissipated—it had been an afterimage!
Before Fu Bo could react, Luo Chuan's hand gently landed on his shoulder. The terrifying burst of spiritual power surged instantly.
An imperceptible sound filled the air, and Fu Bo's expression froze in shock.
In the next moment, a gentle breeze blew through the shop, and Fu Bo's body seemed to weather away, disintegrating into smoke and vanishing into nothingness.
"You! You actually killed Fu Bo!"
The young man's voice trembled with disbelief as he stared at the scene.
Uncle Fu, a peak expert, had been slain with a mere touch. How powerful was this shopkeeper? Was he an Origin Master? A Lord? Or even a legendary Saint?
The young man's heart pounded with regret. Why had he come to this alley so recklessly?
But when faced with a life-threatening situation, people often react in unexpected ways, and the youth's panic began to surface.
When he saw Luo Chuan's gaze land on him, the young man took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain as calm as possible.
"Senior, I acknowledge my fault. I can compensate you…" he said, his voice shaky.
Luo Chuan remained unmoved. His indifferent voice cut through the air: "People always pay for their actions. Our shop rules are simple: troublemakers die."
With that one statement, the youth's fate was sealed.
Hearing these words, the young man's composure completely shattered. Horror overtook his face.
"No! You can't kill me! Do you know who I am? I am the Young Palace Master of Silver Moon Palace!"
"If you kill me, my father will never let you go!"
"No! Please, I beg you—don't kill me!"
Luo Chuan ignored the desperate pleas. He raised his hand and sent a swift, fluttering strike toward the young man.
"Hmm?"
Luo Chuan raised an eyebrow in surprise.
This time, the young man's jade pendant—fastened to his waist—suddenly glowed with brilliant light, deflecting Luo Chuan's palm.
A surge of terrifying energy began to emanate from the pendant.
"Hahaha!"
Seeing that his body was now protected by the pendant's glow, the young man laughed triumphantly. His eyes gleamed with spite as he looked at Luo Chuan.
"This pendant holds the spirit of my father! You can't kill me!"
"My father is a Pathseeker expert! Accept your fate!"
The glow of the jade pendant enveloped the young man, and he was suddenly pulled outside of the shop.
The fact that the pendant contained his father's spirit showed just how much the Palace Lord of Silver Moon Palace valued the youth.
In that moment, the young man had forgotten the terror he felt moments ago. Confidence in his father's strength filled him entirely.
In a heartbeat, the fear that had previously gripped him was gone. It was as if he had completely forgotten the lesson his earlier actions should have taught him.
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