Invincibility Begins with a Super Fairy Manny

Chapter 625: Chapter 625: If I Say It’s Wrong, Then It’s Wrong! (5th Update)

Looking at Po Shan lying on the ground, his face full of terror, Xue An revealed his pearly white teeth in a chilling smile.

“This is a good start, but I hope you remember every single punch that follows. If you count wrong… that will be the end of your life! Understand?”

“No…” Po Shan screamed shrilly.

But Xue An did not give him a chance to beg for mercy, instead, he stomped down on the ground, the rebound force bouncing Po Shan off the surface.

Then Xue An launched a punch.

Po Shan screamed miserably as he was blasted away, but still managed to shout out in mid-air.

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“The second punch…”

Afterward, Po Shan was like a masochist, despite being beaten by Xue An until his head split, bones broke, and tendons snapped, he still did not forget to count.

“The third punch… The fourth punch…”

All onlookers stared dumbfounded at this scene, with deep reverence surfacing in the eyes of those cultivators.

Meanwhile, Hua You’an and Song Ajia Ning were already brimming with tears.

Seeing the once arrogant Po Shan now beaten into this tragic state by Xue An, and also having to count the punches he received himself.

There’s nothing more satisfying in the world than this.

At the same time, Hua You’an grew deeply curious about Xue An.

He had just admitted that he was from the Hua Clan, but why had they never heard of such a powerful expert before?

While Hua You’an was pondering this,

Po Shan shouted, “The thirty-ninth punch!”

Then he was smashed to the ground and could not get up again.

By that time, he was a mess of flesh so mangled it resembled a lump of rotten meat, looking unspeakably miserable.

But even so, he dared not make the slightest mistake.

Because Xue An had made it clear, a mistake meant death.

Xue An, however, did not punch again but slowly walked up to Po Shan and silently watched him.

Under Xue An’s cold gaze, Po Shan was incredibly frightened, shivering all over.

Then, he heard Xue An ask indifferently, “What number did you just shout?”

“The… the thirty-ninth punch!”

Xue An shook his head, “Wrong!”

Po Shan’s eyes bulged in disbelief, “How… how is that possible? I clearly remember it very well, there’s no way I’m wrong!”

Xue An smiled faintly, “Then tell me, what comes after thirty-eight?”

“Thirty-nine!”

Xue An shook his head again, “No, that’s wrong!”

“What’s wrong with it? Isn’t thirty-nine what comes after thirty-eight?” Po Shan screamed.

Xue An spoke calmly, “In other places, thirty-nine comes after thirty-eight, but here with me, if I say it’s wrong, then it’s wrong!”

“And if it’s wrong, you have to die!” Xue An said, his eyes glowing brightly, slowly raising his fist.

“No… you’re just being unreasonable; you can’t kill me…” Po Shan was almost driven mad.

In his view, Xue An was completely cheating.

“Yes, I am being unreasonable, and what can you do to me?” Xue An said indifferently and prepared to throw down his punch.

Po Shan then felt a powerful Divine Sense pressure coming at him, completely suppressing his own cultivation level.

This discovery terrified Po Shan out of his wits.

If his cultivation was suppressed, then Xue An’s punch was sure to take his life.

Just at that moment, a breathless voice came from outside, “Spare his life under your fist!”

Po Shan’s heart leapt with joy, just about to say something.

Xue An’s mouth curved up as he said coldly, “Do you think this is a TV drama? Spare his life under my fist?”

With that, he hurled his punch.

Crack.

After a crisp sound, Po Shan’s head was smashed to pieces by Xue An’s punch.

A wave of intense black radiance spread out from Po Shan, so powerful that it violently disturbed the nature’s spiritual energy around them.

And as a mass of black light soared into the sky attempting to escape, Xue An’s Divine Sense slashed down like a knife.

A scream echoed through the air, and the entire main hall suddenly shook.

All the cultivators showed their astonishment.

This was an astral foreboding caused by the fall of a Golden Immortal.

And with that, Po Shan, the top expert of the Shiva Demon Sect, died on the spot.

It was at this moment that the shouting person rushed in hurriedly.

When he saw Po Shan’s corpse on the ground, his corpulent face trembled violently.

“You… you actually killed him?”

Xue An looked at the fat man and said indifferently, “So what if I did?”

Right then, another person came running in.

“Steward Geng, you…”

Then, this person also stood frozen upon seeing Po Shan’s corpse.

When Hua You’an saw the person running in behind, he could not help but cry out in surprise, “Uncle Chen! Why is it you?”

Ever since Hua You’an and the others had left, Chen Zhong had been deeply troubled.

Finally, gritting his teeth, he also arrived at the City Lord’s Mansion.

But he had no invitation, so he could not enter, and could only linger at the entrance.

However, due to the grand scale of the Thousand Clans Banquet, many people were coming and going, and thus news from inside could still find its way out.

When he heard that a young man from the Hua Clan fought with a Golden Immortal Practitioner on the spot, his vision darkened, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

The thing he feared the most had still happened.

A Golden Immortal Practitioner!

That was an existence Chen Zhong did not even dare to think about.

How could three youths, just of age, possibly be a match for such a powerful opponent?

No!

He had to find a way to get in!

Even if it was to collect the bodies of the three, it would be better than standing outside foolishly.

With that determination, he tried every means to get cozy with a familiar house servant, and finally managed to enter the mansion, coincidentally running into Geng Jin.

He then pleaded with Geng Jin, wanting to enter the main hall.

Geng Jin sneered upon hearing this, “I told you, these people from the Hua Clan coming here are purely seeking death! Are you convinced now? As for entering the main hall? Heh, that’s absolutely impossible, hurry up and get lost!”

Chen Zhong was scolded into submission, but he still nodded and bowed, trying to plead with Geng Jin to make an exception.

Geng Jin glared at him, about to burst out in anger when a house servant rushed over with a message.

“It’s terrible! Someone’s going to die!”

Geng Jin let out a cold laugh, “So what if someone from the Hua Clan dies, what’s there to fuss about?”

“No! It’s Lord Po Shan who’s about to die!”

“What?” Geng Jin jumped three feet high at the news.

“What happened? Which lord did it?”

“I don’t recognize him! Hurry and see for yourself!”

Upon hearing this, Geng Jin ran towards the main hall as fast as he could.

The Shiva Demon Sect was a very powerful sect, and Po Shan was a Golden Immortal strength practitioner. If he died during the banquet, as a steward, he too would be implicated.

And Chen Zhong, upon hearing this, was also stunned and followed behind, running over.

When he entered the main hall and saw that the three young men of the Hua Clan were still alive—although Song Ajia Ning had lost an arm, they were still alive—Chen Zhong couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, Geng Jin’s expression was unspeakably grim.

Po Shan was dead, and this filled Geng Jin with a raging fury, yet he did not dare to provoke Xue An.

So he vented all his rage on Chen Zhong.

Slap!

With a fierce slap, Geng Jin struck Chen Zhong across the face and then roared in anger, “It’s all because of you, you old dog, pestering me incessantly, and now such a catastrophe has occurred!”