Volume One, Chapter 15: Gathering at the Hotel
Boom—
A single day stirred up a thousand waves!
The word "Grandmaster" dropped, and everyone in the hall was shaken to their core, faces filled with shock.
Zhou Shan even collapsed onto the floor!
Grandmaster!
That was a legendary figure!
Even the so-called Grandmaster Yang Ming they often spoke of had never truly entered the ranks of Grandmasters.
Yet the young man before them was actually a Grandmaster?
How could that be possible?
Zhou Shan’s heart was filled with disbelief.
When Qi Wuxie was run over and killed by Zhou Tianhao and his body dumped in Yunhe River, it had only been five short years—how could he have become a Grandmaster in such a brief time?
"Impossible! Only five years have passed. How could you have become a Grandmaster? It must be fake, absolutely fake!" Zhou Shan snarled.
“What’s impossible? Just because you haven’t seen it doesn’t mean it’s not true,” Qi Wuxie sneered, then strode toward Zhou Tianhao in the distance.
“You little bastard, stop right there, or I’ll kill you!” Zhou Shan suddenly produced a pistol from who knows where, chambered a round, and aimed it at Qi Wuxie’s head.
Qi Wuxie turned and looked coldly at Zhou Shan.
“Draw a gun? You really are begging for death!”
Killing intent surged in his eyes as he walked toward Zhou Shan.
“You little bastard, I told you to stop! Stop right now!”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Zhou Shan pulled the trigger, firing directly at the floor in front of Qi Wuxie.
But Qi Wuxie did not stop; he continued striding closer.
“I’ll kill you!”
Seeing Qi Wuxie closing in rapidly, Zhou Shan’s heart hardened. He aimed at Qi Wuxie’s head and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
A muffled sound echoed, but no one saw Qi Wuxie’s brains splatter.
One bullet stopped about ten feet before him, blocked by an invisible transparent wall, unable to penetrate.
The young man who had just been shouting at Qi Wuxie saw this and slumped to the ground, utterly stunned.
"External force projection—impervious to blades and bullets."
“So… this is the Grandmaster in person!”
His face went blank as he murmured.
The words spread through the hall, leaving everyone shocked and frozen in place.
“It actually stopped it! It really stopped the bullet!”
“My god, not even a gun can kill him—can this still be called human?”
“So this is the legendary Grandmaster? Truly extraordinary!”
All the wealthy onlookers were amazed.
In this civilized age, guns were the greatest threat to human life!
Yet now, someone was impervious even to bullets!
Could anyone stop him?
Zhou Shan’s face turned deathly pale as he stared at the halted bullet, quickly descending into madness.
“Impossible! Impossible!”
“I refuse to believe I can’t strangle you!”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Zhou Shan kept firing until he emptied the magazine.
But Qi Wuxie stood unmoved; every bullet was blocked outside the invisible barrier, unable to advance an inch.
He approached Zhou Shan and looked down at him.
“You really dare to shoot? Then go ahead and die.”
Bang!
Before Zhou Shan could speak, Qi Wuxie delivered a powerful kick that killed him outright.
The Zhou family members nearby turned ashen, not daring to utter a word.
“The ones who framed my father back then—you Zhou Tian clan, not one will escape.”
Qi Wuxie wasted no words and struck again.
A tremendous force erupted, accompanied by screams. Except for one youth, all others, including Zhou Shan, were struck down.
A dozen or so lay sprawled on the ground, coughing blood, leaving the remaining Zhou family youths utterly despairing.
“Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!”
“I didn’t know when you father was framed back then, and I wasn’t involved!”
The youth collapsed, begging desperately.
Qi Wuxie’s expression was cold:
“Now go back and tell your old Zhou family elders that I’m waiting here.
Within one hour, hand over the real culprit who killed my father back then. Otherwise, tell them to prepare Zhou Tianhao’s funeral.”
“Get lost!”
The youth scrambled up and fled in disgrace.
“Apologies, everyone, for the spectacle you’ve witnessed.”
“You may leave now.”
Qi Wuxie looked at the other guests.
The wealthy attendees all waved their hands nervously, fearing to offend Qi Wuxie.
Yet none dared to leave—after all, the Zhou family members had died here, and Tang Qingyuan, a disciple of Grandmaster Yang Ming, had also perished by Qi Wuxie’s hand.
They were witnesses; if they left, both the Zhou family and Grandmaster Yang Ming would surely come after them.
Seeing no one left, Qi Wuxie ceased urging and pulled over a stool to sit.
Shen Xuan’er was frozen in place, terrified by the bloodshed before her.
Her mother, Yu Ping, trembled in the crowd, afraid Qi Wuxie would trouble her.
Time passed, slowly.
More than half an hour later.
Outside the hotel, over ten black BMWs suddenly appeared, while on another street, a convoy of over ten Hummers arrived.
The two convoys stopped at the hotel’s main entrance.
From the BMWs stepped down an elderly white-haired man in his eighties.
He was the Zhou family’s head, Zhou Tianxiong!
Also the grandfather of Zhou Tianhao!
Beside him stood a middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man wore a traditional Tang suit, his presence deep and solemn, standing shoulder to shoulder with Zhou Tianxiong.
His gaze was resolute and dignified, clearly someone long accustomed to high office, radiating a powerful aura.
“Grandmaster Song, this time, I’ll have to trouble you to come with me,” Zhou Tianxiong said to the middle-aged man.
The man’s eyes were calm.
“No problem. I was just coming to see anyway. Besides, I also want to see if that young man is truly a Grandmaster.”
At the same time, from the Hummer convoy, an elderly man in a white martial arts outfit slowly emerged from the lead vehicle.
Zhou Tianxiong immediately went to greet him.
“Grandmaster Yang, I didn’t expect you to come as well.”
This elderly man was none other than Grandmaster Yang Ming, mentioned earlier by Tang Qingyuan.
Seeing Zhou Tianxiong, Yang Ming snorted coldly.
“You can’t even handle a mere little bastard. Seems like you, Zhou Tianxiong, really are getting old.”
He was displeased.
Tang Qingyuan had originally come on his behalf.
Though Zhou Tianhao was younger, he would surely be the next to inherit the Zhou family.
Tang Qingyuan was Yang Ming’s most prized disciple.
At just over forty, his cultivation had reached the small mastery of internal energy—very promising for the path to Grandmaster.
Yet now, Tang Qingyuan had been killed by Qi Wuxie after meddling in the feud between the Zhou family and Qi Wuxie.
Yang Ming was furious and held a poor attitude toward the Zhou family.
Zhou Tianxiong remained composed despite Yang Ming’s displeasure and smiled.
“Grandmaster Yang, let me introduce you—this is Song Xinghui from the Song family of Southern Heaven, Grandmaster Song.”
“Grandmaster?!” Yang Ming’s gaze sharpened.
Looking at Song Xinghui beside Zhou Tianxiong, he immediately sensed a powerful aura emanating from him.
That aura was on par with his own!
Moreover, Song Xinghui was in his prime; if they fought, he might even be the stronger.
“When did this old ghost get connected with the Song family of Southern Heaven?”
What shocked Yang Ming even more was the mention of the Song family—one of the four great clans of Southern Heaven.
Within their ranks were numerous Grandmaster-level experts.
Song Xinghui, still young, had already reached the half-step Grandmaster stage—surely no ordinary figure in the Song family.
At this thought, a smile appeared on Yang Ming’s face.
“So you are Grandmaster Song. It’s an honor, an honor indeed.”
Song Xinghui regarded Yang Ming with a natural disdain but still cupped his hands politely.
“Grandmaster Yang’s name is also thunderously renowned to me.”
They exchanged compliments and then laughed heartily.
“All right, after we settle matters here, I will arrange another banquet and invite both Grandmasters for a drink,” Zhou Tianxiong said.
Then the group entered the hotel grandly.
On the third-floor hall of the hotel,
Qi Wuxie sat on the stool and suddenly looked up, a murderous gleam flashing in his eyes.
“They’ve arrived!”