Chapter 259: The Sword Saint Falls! The Dragon King Kneels!
At this moment, Han Qi was absolutely furious!
His internal energy was boiling like magma. He had painstakingly subdued the underworld of several provinces in Jiangnan, toiling for months, working tirelessly day and night. He had personally led raids, slaughtered dissenters, and negotiated treaties until his throat was dry.
Just as he was about to reap the rewards... just as the fruit was ripe... Shen Anyu actually sent someone to snatch the harvest?
To send a woman—a mere mistress—to "supervise" him?
He was absolutely livid.
Especially since this concerned his grand plan to establish his own independent faction and eventually break away from Shen Anyu.
If Shen Anyu sent a Grandmaster Peak expert (Luo Yuhe) to take over or watch him, how could Han Qi establish his own power base?
It wouldn't be easy to hide secret funds or private armies from a Grandmaster Peak expert. She would be a hawk watching his every move.
As for assassination? Killing Luo Yuhe?
The impact would be too great. It would definitely arouse Shen Anyu's suspicion and wrath. And besides, Han Qi wasn't even sure he could kill a Grandmaster Peak expert quietly.
However...
Looking at the half-smile on Shen Anyu's handsome face—a smile that seemed to say "I dare you to refuse"—a shiver ran down Han Qi's spine.
He remembered his motto: Endure.
With a look of utmost respect, he bowed deeply and said, his voice steady:
"If Young Master Shen wants to send someone to help, Little Han will naturally give his full support!"
"Miss Luo is welcome! I will arrange the best office and the highest position for her. We will work together seamlessly."
"After all... without Young Master Shen, there would be no Han Qi, and no current Dragon King Society!"
Han Qi felt bitter inside, as if he had bitten into a hundred bitter gallbladders. His mouth was filled with the taste of humiliation.
But he dared not refuse Shen Anyu's command.
Forget Shen Anyu dealing with him personally; even if Shen Anyu simply stopped funding him or leaked his location to Han Xiu (his murderous brother in the Capital)... Han Qi would be dead within a week.
He was trapped.
Tianfeng Ichiro saw Han Qi's extreme subservience. He saw his adoptive son—a Dragon among men—bowing like a servant while Shen Anyu snatched his hard-earned gains.
The rage in the Sword Saint's heart was like an active volcano, rumbling and ready to erupt.
His hand tightened on the hilt of his katana.
However, at this moment, Han Qi's lips moved slightly. He used [Sound Transmission] to send a message directly to Tianfeng Ichiro's ear:
"Godfather! Endure! We must endure now!"
"We cannot fall out with Shen Anyu yet. Not today. Not here."
"It's just one of Shen Anyu's women. I can handle her. I can give her a hollow title, distract her with luxury, and sideline her from real power. We can work around this."
"Godfather, absolutely do not act impulsively! Trust me!"
Hearing Han Qi's desperate transmission, Tianfeng Ichiro took a deep breath. He forced his hand to relax. He could only swallow his anger, imagining the day he would cleave Shen Anyu's head with a single slash.
However...
Shen Anyu's next sentence shattered Han Qi's calculations completely.
Shen Anyu took a sip of tea, looking at Han Qi over the rim of the cup.
"Oh, and one more thing."
"My woman... Luo Yuhe... she has a bit of a temper. She is used to being in charge."
Shen Anyu smiled, a cruel, beautiful smile.
"She cannot be subservient to any man other than me. She won't accept being a 'Vice President' or a 'Deputy'."
"So, Han Qi..."
Shen Anyu's voice dropped, heavy with authority.
"You must give up your position as the Dragon King of the Dragon King Society."
"You will step down. She will take the throne. You can be her assistant."
The dagger was revealed!
It wasn't just insertion; it was replacement.
[Ding! Detected that the Child of Destiny, Han Qi, is enraged beyond limits!]
[Ding! Plundering +9,999 Destiny Value!]
...
At this moment, Han Qi froze. He was completely enraged, unable to maintain even his respectful expression mask.
He had initially thought that Shen Anyu was just having a whim, arranging a woman to act as a supervisor or a spy.
Han Qi had already made his calculations: he would isolate her, give her a fancy office, and keep the real power.
But now?
Shen Anyu actually wanted him to give up his position as the Dragon King? The title he had built with blood and sweat?
How could this be??
Neither fame nor power can be yielded to others! This was his foundation!
If he gave up the position of Dragon King, then the Dragon King Society would no longer be his faction. It would become Shen Anyu's woman's faction. It would become Shen Anyu's property in name and fact.
How could he establish his own empire then?
All his past endurance, all his foot-washing, all his suffering... would become meaningless. He would just be a high-level servant forever.
"You..." Han Qi trembled.
"BAKA!"
A roar exploded next to him.
Tianfeng Ichiro could no longer suppress the anger that had long been accumulating in his heart. The dishonor was too great. To ask a warrior to give up his command? To ask a son to bow to a concubine?
Clang!
He gripped his samurai sword.
A violent, terrifying murderous aura surged forth like a tidal wave, assailing the entire living room.
Even though the samurai sword was only slightly unsheathed—just an inch of steel visible—its sharp Sword Qi tore cracks into the surrounding valuable Persian carpets and rosewood furniture.
Slash! Slash!
The air hissed.
If it were an ordinary person, or even a Xiantian Realm expert, they would turn pale, tremble all over, and collapse in fear facing such a violent murderous aura from a Sword Saint.
But how could Shen Anyu be an ordinary person?
He didn't even blink. He didn't put down his tea cup.
He looked at the old man with cold, indifferent eyes.
"What do you think you are, old dog?"
"Daring to be presumptuous in front of me? Drawing a blade in my house?"
Shen Anyu smiled coldly.
His gaze swept across the room.
In an instant...
[God-level Telekinesis: Full Output!]
BOOM!
An invisible force erupted from his mind with a roar like a jet engine.
After reaching the Martial Dao Great Grandmaster (Middle Stage), Shen Anyu's psychokinesis had expanded more than tenfold in its terrifying power. It was no longer just moving objects; it was manipulating reality.
The terrifying and vast psychokinesis slammed into the room. The air visibly twisted and distorted, rippling like water.
Crash!
The heavy oak coffee table between them exploded into splinters. The floor tiles cracked and pulverized. The pressure was suffocating.
Tianfeng Ichiro's expression changed drastically.
Facing this terrifying and vast psychokinesis directly, he realized how wrong he was. This wasn't just a rich kid. This was a monster.
However... he was a renowned Sword Dao Genius from Sakura Country! He had just broken through to the Martial Dao Grandmaster realm! He had his pride!
"Die!"
[Tianfeng Iai (Heavenly Wind Draw)]!
In an instant, Tianfeng Ichiro gripped his samurai sword with both hands. He channeled all his life force into this one strike.
He didn't just draw; he exploded.
The scabbard shattered into dust.
He drew his sword and struck upwards in a blinding arc.
Flash!
It was like a startling sword light that could split a waterfall, carrying an unstoppable sharpness. It screamed through the air, meeting the invisible wall of psychokinesis head-on.
He clearly intended to meet offense with offense! He wanted to cut through the psychic force and take Shen Anyu's head!
His famous sword, [Kikuichimonji Norimune], forged from refined extraterrestrial steel, seemed capable of cutting through anything. Empowered by the profound Martial Dao True Essence of a Grandmaster, it shone with a deadly blue light.
Han Qi, who was standing beside him, felt a surge of hope.
He was also full of confidence. He deeply trusted his godfather Tianfeng Ichiro's strength. The Heavenly Wind Draw was invincible in their eyes.
'With Godfather making a move... we will definitely be able to force Shen Anyu back!'
'We will let him know our strength! We are not dogs to be kicked!'
"It seems that constantly yielding and being overly respectful won't work!" Han Qi thought fiercely. "We must show our fangs before he will respect our interests! A negotiation requires leverage!"
However...
The next microsecond shattered Han Qi's reality.
His expression changed drastically.
"Not good..."
Under Han Qi's eyes, which were about to split open in horror...
The Tianfeng Iai Slash, which Tianfeng Ichiro had struck upwards with all his might... failed.
It failed to stop the psychokinesis's impact at all. Not even for a single breath's time.
It was like a wooden stick hitting a tsunami.
CRACK!
The famous sword Kikuichimonji Norimune—a national treasure of Sakura Country—visibly halted in mid-air. Then, under the immense pressure of the telekinetic crush, it shattered into a thousand metal fragments.
The invisible force didn't stop.
It continued forward, slamming into Tianfeng Ichiro.
A terrifying psychokinesis that twisted the space itself directly struck Tianfeng Ichiro's chest.
BOOM!
Tianfeng Ichiro's profound [Martial Dao Grandmaster Protective Aura] was pulverized instantly like glass.
His entire body shook violently.
There was a sickening, wet crunch.
His chest directly caved in, collapsing inward. His back protruded outward as his spine shattered.
"Gah!"
Blood splattered everywhere, painting the room crimson. He vomited blood profusely, mixed with fragments of his internal organs.
With just a glance... without moving a finger... from several meters away...
Shen Anyu instantly killed Tianfeng Ichiro.
The Dragon King Son-in-law's greatest trump card. The newly ascended Martial Dao Grandmaster. The Sword Saint.
Gone.
"Godfather!!!"
Han Qi screamed.
He rushed forward, catching the falling body of the old man.
"Godfather! Hold on!"
Han Qi poured his own Martial Dao True Essence into Tianfeng Ichiro desperately, trying to sustain his life.
But feeling Tianfeng Ichiro's condition... Han Qi's expression filled with extreme grief and despair.
It was useless.
His internal organs were turned to mush. His heart had stopped. His meridians were severed.
With such injuries, even a Land Immortal could not survive, let alone a Grandmaster.
At this moment, Han Qi was both heartbroken and shocked to the core.
He looked up at Shen Anyu, his eyes trembling.
He couldn't imagine that Shen Anyu—this seemingly outwardly brilliant but inwardly rotten Young Master, this playboy he planned to use—possessed such terrifying, god-like strength.
He had actually instantly killed a Grandmaster with a look.
Looking at Shen Anyu's cold, golden, and powerful gaze...
Han Qi felt as if the ground had opened up beneath him.
He had fallen into an abyss.
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