Chapter 30 You Think You Are Special?

Boom!!!

The unicorn beast and the white tiger collided fiercely, both retreating several zhang.

Most of the unicorn beast's head was shattered.

This was a pure contest of cultivation, and Wan Lei was still a notch weaker.

After all, Wan Xiaotian was a genuine, seasoned cultivator at the upper level of the Jindan stage.

"Little thief, you are nothing more than this. If you want to defeat me, you'll need to cultivate for several decades more."

The white tiger that Wan Xiaotian had transformed into roared deafeningly.

"Look at what you're saying, it's as if you really want me to cultivate for several more decades."

As Wan Lei spoke, he manipulated the lightning beast to charge forward again.

After the previous probing attack, Wan Xiaotian already knew the strength of Wan Lei's beast.

Wan Xiaotian roared and immediately mustered all his strength, crashing towards the beast.

In the sky, dark clouds gathered, not Wan Lei's thunderclouds, but natural ones,

and there was a thunderstorm.

Rain fell, landing on the white tiger and the unicorn beast, followed by a thunderous roar.

The roar was naturally not the sound of raindrops hitting the ground, but the sound of the two beasts colliding, and the sound of the lightning beast being shattered into pieces.

The lightning beast and Wan Lei were one and the same.

Wan Lei was injured by the backlash from the lightning beast's destruction, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"Little thief..."

Wan Xiaotian's face was contorted, and the white tiger he had transformed into charged towards Wan Lei again.

Wan Lei advanced instead of retreating, raising the Thunder God's Hammer high and smashing it towards the white tiger.

The two collided again, and Wan Lei was knocked away once more.

This time, Wan Lei completely recognized the gap between his cultivation level and his opponent's. He knew that he could not defeat Wan Xiaotian by relying solely on brute force.

So,

Wan Lei turned and fled.

Yes,

he fled.

Wouldn't he be a fool if he didn't run when he couldn't win?

However, the direction Wan Lei fled was not towards Nanfu City, but towards the south.

Seeing Wan Lei defeated and running away, Wan Xiaotian was not willing to let him go and immediately chased after him.

The distance between the two grew closer and closer. Finally, twenty miles south of the city, Wan Xiaotian caught up with Wan Lei.

Wan Lei was only a lower-level Jindan cultivator, and his speed could not match Wan Xiaotian's.

But even with the difference, it shouldn't have been this big. He was caught up within a mere twenty miles. Wan Lei's speed was simply ridiculously slow.

Wan Lei stopped in the sky above a small forest.

Then, he swung his hammer back, hitting the white tiger's open mouth squarely.

The two retreated several zhang.

"What? Not running anymore? You think you can escape from my grasp? What a daydream."

Wan Xiaotian sneered.

Wan Lei sighed inwardly, these villains just love to talk too much. If I wasn't specifically here to show off, I wouldn't bother wasting words with you.

"Aren't you curious as to why I'm so slow? Why haven't I used my teleportation ability even once? Why did I abandon the battlefield where I had the advantage and insist on escaping here?"

Wan Lei wore a playful smile on his lips.

"Oh? Could it be that you have set up a trap here? Or do you have helpers?"

"I wish I did, but none of those things you mentioned exist."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"I think this place is suitable for me to show off."

"...How are you going to show off?"

"Making you die here will be more meaningful to me."

"..." Wan Xiaotian.

At this moment, he suddenly felt like he had a mental problem. Wouldn't it have been easier to just kill this kid directly? Why did he have to waste words with him?

So, Wan Xiaotian roared again, about to charge towards Wan Lei.

"Do you still remember this little forest?"

Wan Lei suddenly said.

Wan Xiaotian stopped in his tracks, looked down at the small forest below in confusion, and then looked at Wan Lei, "I don't remember."

"More than a month ago, I was just a beginning-stage cultivator. That night, I came here to cultivate.

Right here, on a rainy day like this.

You sent a team of assassins to kill me.

That time, if a senior hadn't reminded me in time and lent a helping hand, I'm afraid I would have died here.

Today, I brought you here to defeat and kill you, the mastermind behind it all.

Only in this way can I repay the kindness of that senior.

So..."

As expected, that night, he didn't kill the three Foundation Establishment stage and ten beginning-stage assassins by himself.

Wan Xiaotian had his answer and solved the mystery that had been bothering him for some time.

"So what?"

"So, I implore you, Second Master, to die here."

The rain continued to fall, and the atmosphere was not harmonious.

The two of them couldn't possibly be harmonious. One wanted to avenge the assassination attempt from that day, and the other wanted to avenge the murder of his son today.

One of them had to die.

"Good, let's see if you, this grandson, has the ability to do so."

Wan Xiaotian was right in calling him that. Wan Lei was indeed his grandson's generation.

"That day, I used tricks to kill the Foundation Establishment assassins. Today, I will use the same tricks to kill you.

To show... my respect to that senior."

"Bring it on."

Wan Lei picked up the Thunder God's Hammer, raised it high, and looked at the hammer reverently, saying:

"Senior, please bestow a bolt of purple lightning to help Wan Lei kill his enemy and display your might."

Wan Lei came here and said so much just to please the little yellow dog.

He knew that the little yellow dog liked people who knew how to show off.

From inside the hammer, came the little yellow dog's exasperated voice:

"Go to hell, you've been building it up for so long. I thought you were going to do something amazing, but it turns out you still need my help. There's no thrill in that.

To deal with a mere enemy, and an enemy of the same cultivation level, I can't help you. If you want to cultivate the art of showing off, you have to personally go and destroy those who are stronger than you.

You did well in the beginning. The enemy's strength was highlighted, you were beaten up in the early stages, and you set everything up. But you choked at the crucial moment, just one step away from the climax, and you gave up?

If you want me to respect you, put on a good show and kill him yourself. I won't interfere."

The rain was still falling, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Wan Xiaotian stared at Wan Lei, not understanding what was going on.

Wan Lei lowered his head, looked at Wan Xiaotian, and gave a somewhat shy smile.

"Um... haha... it's okay, it's okay if it doesn't help. I still have a way to kill you.

That time here, it only helped me kill one. I killed the other two myself.

Don't worry, I can still kill you."

Wan Lei patted his chest and assured him.

"You impudent brat, you insult me too much!!!"

Wan Xiaotian took this awkward performance as Wan Lei's humiliation of him. He was furious and roared towards Wan Lei.

Wan Lei laughed and raised the hammer in his hand again, summoning countless lightning bolts to strike down on himself and Wan Xiaotian.

"Let me show you this move!

Lightning!

Carpet bombing!"