The Wrath of Daxia

Liu Weiwei refused without hesitation:

“I don’t think we have anything to talk about.”

At that moment, Jin Youxi, hearing the commotion, stepped out of Chen Feng’s room.

Xiao Ruohan could tell Liu Weiwei had no intention of opening the door.

So she remained silent, curious to see how Wei Guangming would handle the situation.

The young master of the Wei family acted decisively.

Under Xiao Ruohan’s stunned gaze, Wei Guangming drew the flexible sword from his waist.

The blade flashed like lightning, slicing through the door.

In the next instant, it was sheathed back into his belt.

Wei Guangming gave the door a gentle push.

It swung open, and a few pieces of metal—severed lock bolts—clattered onto the marble floor.

Liu Weiwei recoiled in fright.

She hadn’t expected the Wei family to be so overbearing.

Jin Youxi angrily protested:

“This is illegal trespassing!”

Wei Guangming strode into the room and casually took a seat on the sofa.

His gaze settled on Jin Youxi as he remarked coolly:

“During this opening of Kunlun, your people in the Korean Peninsula also meddled with Great Xia’s dragon veins.”

“I hear your Jin family is quite influential, with a Martial Venerable in its ranks.”

“This time, the Martial Arts Association has entrusted our Wei family to deal with your kind.”

“Whether your eleven Martial Venerables live or die depends entirely on our family’s mercy.”

Jin Youxi froze.

She stared at Wei Guangming and asked:

“What are you implying?”

“Is Great Xia planning to invade us?”

Wei Guangming scoffed.

“Invasion is too strong a word. Let’s call it… discipline.”

“Once our family’s Martial Sage ancestor pays a visit, Great Xia will simply gain another administrative region.”

“And the Wei family will govern it.”

Jin Youxi stammered nervously:

“My grandfather—Grandpa Jin—can surrender and pledge allegiance to Great Xia.”

Wei Guangming sneered.

“Great Xia doesn’t want surrender or allegiance.”

“What Great Xia demands is deterrence!”

“Blood! Justice for those who sacrificed!”

“And to the Wei family, the more capable the resistance, the more they deserve death.”

Seeing Jin Youxi’s panic, Wei Guangming added:

“I’ll give you a chance. Hand over the martial techniques Chen Feng taught you—every last detail.”

“Do that, and the Wei family will spare your Jin family.”

“We might even ensure your prosperity.”

Jin Youxi clutched Liu Weiwei’s arm, utterly at a loss.

Her grandfather might be a Martial Venerable, but against a Martial Sage, he stood no chance.

Xiao Ruohan stood frozen, her mind racing:

I can’t practice other techniques—only what Chen Feng taught me.

If Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei surrender their techniques, maybe I can learn them too.

After all, they all came from the same source.

Liu Weiwei couldn’t hold back:

“How can you stoop so low just to steal my master’s martial arts?”

Wei Guangming’s lips curled in disdain.

“This isn’t low. It’s mercy.”

“If not for the Martial Arts Association’s protection, you wouldn’t even be worthy of speaking to me.”

Just then, Yang Honghui stormed in, fuming.

“Wei Guangming, you’ve crossed the line.”

“We still haven’t settled the score with you for the Kunlun Mountain ambush.”

Wei Guangming rose to his feet.

“President Yang, you’re quicker than I expected.”

"I was just chatting with them, nothing more."

Jin Youxi spotted Yang Honghui and immediately asked anxiously,

"Uncle Yang, is Great Xia planning to send Martial Saints to attack our country?"

Yang Honghui frowned.

This wasn’t something he should discuss with outsiders like Jin Youxi.

But it seemed Wei Guangming had already let the cat out of the bag.

"It’s not an attack. It’s for the future stability of Great Xia—to reclaim the land and cities of the Korean Peninsula."

"Don’t blame us. Great Xia has always valued peace, but we never show mercy to invaders."

"Think of it this way—we’ll soon be one family."

Tears welled up in Jin Youxi’s eyes.

"But the Wei family wants to kill my grandfather."

Yang Honghui fell silent.

He was just a branch director.

Even requesting the intervention of a Martial Saint required the Grandmaster’s personal approval.

As for how the Martial Saints acted, neither he nor even the Grandmaster could interfere.

And this time, rumor had it that four Martial Saints had been mobilized.

The Korean Peninsula was just a minor target in their path.

The main goal was to eliminate all martial artists in Japan above the Grandmaster level.

Wei Guangming glanced at Jin Youxi and said,

"Think it over carefully."

With that, he left with Xiao Ruohan.

Jin Youxi didn’t waste another moment.

She quickly pulled out her phone and called her grandfather.

When the call connected, Grandpa Jin let out a bitter laugh.

Before his granddaughter could speak, he already knew what it was about.

He had just received word—a Martial Lord who refused to surrender had been executed on the spot.

And now, a Martial Saint from Great Xia was reportedly heading straight for Seoul.

"Youxi, don’t be afraid. Grandpa will be fine."

Jin Youxi burst into tears.

"But the Wei family of Great Xia is targeting you!"

Those words sent Grandpa Jin’s heart sinking like a stone.

He had planned to surrender outright—not to save his own life, but to spare his granddaughter any trouble.

But now, hearing her words, he realized there might be no escape for him.

Yang Honghui sighed, powerless to help, and could only walk away helplessly.

Meanwhile, Wei Guangming got back into his car and immediately instructed his assistant:

"Expose Jin Youxi’s identity as an outsider."

"And fund those who believe Chen Feng is a member of the Devouring Sky Club."

His assistant hesitated.

"Won’t this provoke the Martial Arts Association?"

Wei Guangming smirked.

"The Wei family wants them to be unhappy."

"Because the Wei family isn’t happy with the Martial Arts Association either."

"It’s time for a new Grandmaster."

Beside him, Xiao Ruohan felt a flicker of unease.

The Wei family’s influence was far greater than he had imagined—they were even bold enough to challenge the Grandmaster of the Martial Arts Association.

Wei Guangming gazed out the window, replaying his battle with Chen Feng in his mind.

Over the past days, he had analyzed every move Chen Feng had made.

And he noticed something crucial.

Chen Feng’s martial techniques didn’t quite match those he had taught his disciples.

Especially his palm strikes.

Chen Feng’s strikes carried overwhelming force, accompanied by golden light and dragon-like shadows—completely different from Xiao Ruohan’s style.

Wei Guangming suspected that what Chen Feng had passed down might only be fragments of a higher-tier martial art.

Like the Sunflower Manual—a legendary text containing swordplay, hidden weapons, movement techniques, and methods to cultivate inner energy and vitality.

Each component alone was already a formidable martial art.

He suspected that the cultivation technique Chen Feng practiced was of the same kind.

However, he couldn't understand why Xiao Ruohan's "Dragon-Subduing Palm" was so difficult for outsiders to master.

He decided to personally observe Xiao Ruohan's movements, sensing the energy flow within her strikes.

To his shock, he discovered that this particular energy circulation path was something he couldn't replicate.

At best, he could only mimic it roughly, but the power was drastically diminished.