Peerless Immortal Emperor in City

"Ants?"

The young man and woman were both stunned by his words. They looked at the screen, where a mere flick of a hand had sent a Hidden Force expert flying, nearly demolishing half of the Jiuchong Pavilion's first floor. And this Half-step Grandmaster was nothing more than an ant in Wu Cheng's eyes?

Instinctively, they turned their gazes toward Jingfeng, who was standing at the door on standby.

Wu Cheng's confidence, without any doubt, came from him: an eighteen-year-old Grandmaster of Transcendence. Such a phenomenon was unheard of, utterly inconceivable!

In the secular martial arts world, Grandmasters of Transcendence were exceedingly rare. Even if one occasionally encountered someone who had reached the Transcendence Realm, they were mostly elderly individuals in their sixties or seventies.

If one could cultivate to the Transcendence Realm and become a Grandmaster around the age of fifty, they would certainly be considered a prodigious talent.

As for an eighteen-year-old Grandmaster of Transcendence, that was simply a miracle.

"Aside from Tianhai's Qin Xuantian, who else in the world could become a Grandmaster of Transcendence at eighteen?"

Wu Cheng saw their thoughts and said unabashedly, "As long as I can control him, most things in this world—power, wealth! I can easily get my hands on them! Hahaha!!"

A Grandmaster of Transcendence wielded tremendous deterrent power in the secular world. Even Hong Tianshu, who was of the same realm, had already risen to power in Nanyang and sat on equal footing with leaders of countries like Singapore and Indonesia!

A mere five million to have such a Grandmaster of Transcendence at his beck and call—it was like a pie falling from the sky!

Wu Cheng even felt that he might be favored by the heavens.

Otherwise, how could he have stumbled upon such incredible luck?

The young couple fell silent as well.

In some ways, what Wu Cheng said wasn't entirely wrong.

However, for some reason, they both felt a deep unease and panic lurking in their hearts, as if disaster could strike at any moment.

What was going on?

BOOM!

Just at that moment, a loud crash resounded from the giant electronic display screen, as if something had fallen from the sky.

It smashed heavily onto the first floor of the Jiuchong Pavilion, stirring up a cloud of dust that billowed into a thick fog, allowing those outside to only discern eight individuals of varying heights and builds!

Like Han Jianglong before them, they had all jumped down directly from the third-floor security system center, blocking Qin Heng's path immediately!

"Well, well, the remaining eight captains are all making a move. This kid is done for."

Wu Cheng drank the red wine in his glass, watching the screen with a smirk as if enjoying a monkey show. "With all eight captains of the Jiuchong Pavilion security system stepping out together, even a true Grandmaster of Transcendence would have to retreat! Now, this little bug, merely a Half-step Grandmaster, has to face such a lineup. What do you think, Miss Gong, Young Master Luo? Can he survive?"

"Chances are slim," the young man said, shaking his head. "The Jiuchong Pavilion is an asset that the Daqin Group values highly. They've employed martial artists of considerable strength as the captains of their security system."

"The top three captains were all at Half-Step Transcendence. They had all killed countless people in war-torn regions, earning formidable reputations. If it weren't for their desire to live normal lives after returning to their country, even the Daqin Group might not have been able to recruit them."

In the secular martial arts world, a Grandmaster was a lofty existence, soaring through the heavens like a Divine Dragon!

While Half-step Grandmasters were not truly in the Transcendence Realm—prefixed with 'half-step'—they nonetheless had a touch of the Grandmaster's capabilities, so their status was also quite extraordinary.

Wherever they went, just revealing their identity as Half-step Grandmasters meant at least a ten-million annual salary, and that was just the salary, not including various allowances and bonuses!

It was far beyond what ordinary people could imagine!

This, in another way, reflected the tremendous strength that martial artists at the level of Half-step Grandmaster possessed in the secular world!

At this moment, in the grand hall on the first floor of Jiuchong Pavilion.

Eight figures emerged from the gradually dissipating smoke and dust, now standing before Qin Heng. Among them were three women and five men, diverse in stature—from tall to short, lithe to stout—and varied in appearance, from beautiful to plain.

Leading them was a woman. She appeared to be in her thirties, with a fully matured figure clad in a black, tight-fitting leather outfit. Moreover, her facial features were quite beautiful, with healthy, wheat-colored skin. The only flaw was a three-centimeter-long scar on her right cheek. It resembled a ferocious centipede, sprawled across her face with bared fangs and claws, looking quite terrifying!

Following her were two men who looked exactly alike. They were tall and extremely lean, with pale skin utterly devoid of color, and their eyes were chillingly cold—as if they regarded everyone as corpses.

Further behind were five more individuals, each with an expression as chilling and terrifying as the next, exerting an immense oppressive force. It seemed as though they could strike at any moment, ready to slaughter everyone present!

Oppression! Breathing became difficult! Everyone there felt this way, their eyes filled with fear as they looked upon these eight figures.

"My god! These are the eight captains of Jiuchong Pavilion's security system! All of them! They actually all came! Han Jianglong's defeat has alarmed them!"

"We're doomed! Doomed! Now that Han Jianglong has been taken down, they won't take their anger out on us, will they? Aah! It's all because of that damned newcomer, all because of him! Damn it!"

"Han Jianglong's situation has nothing to do with us! Don't attack us; we're just ordinary, powerless people!"

Some people cried out in panic, simultaneously pointing at Qin Heng, trying to shift all the blame onto him.

"Is that so?"

The leading woman suddenly gave a seductive smile. Her figure drifted forward, arriving in front of the people who had just spoken. She waved her hand lightly, unleashing a stream of pale blue flames.

WHOOSH, WHOOSH, WHOOSH!

Once the flames enveloped these individuals, they suddenly surged, completely swallowing them whole. In just a few seconds, they were reduced to ashes, utterly obliterated!

Killing people in public so brazenly, without any restraint! It was too terrifying!

Instantly, the expressions on everyone's faces froze, their gazes filled with terror as they looked at the eight figures.

"Qin Heng, let's go, let's leave," Jiang Pingqiao said, shaking his head repeatedly as he looked at these people. "These aren't humans, they're monsters!"

Who can conjure flames from their bare hands and instantly reduce people to ashes!?

This is terrifying!

Li Qiuting had also turned deathly pale, clearly terrified. She stammered, "Qin Heng—no, Mr. Qin! Don't be impulsive! Let's go! Let's get out of here!"

However, at this very moment, the woman who had just burned people to death moved again. Her form flickered like a phantom, and in an instant, she stood before Qin Heng.

"You're certainly good-looking; it's just a pity there's something wrong with your head."

She shook her head lightly, then tilted her chin up, her expression full of pride. Looking down at Qin Heng with disdain, she sneered, "So, what do you think of the strength of my subordinates and me?"

"A bunch of worthless rabble, insignificant as ants. I could crush all of you with a single finger," Qin Heng stated, his voice devoid of interest, as if gazing upon a pile of refuse, not even bothering to lift an eyelid.