Lin Xiao laughed. This wasn't the first time someone had asked for his last words. What a pity. Every single person who had asked him that question had never lived to see the next sunrise.

Lin Xiao gazed down at Du Shaokun as if he were an ant. He was just a young man who had recently broken through to the Heaven Level.

"You filthy beggar, what are you laughing at?" Du Shaokun barked harshly.

"I'm laughing at your stupidity, of course!"

Instead of getting angry, Du Shaokun laughed. "A mere beggar dares to talk so arrogantly. Good. Very good. I'll make you understand the meaning of regret!"

As his words fell, Zhao Chengshan seemed to recall something and quickly interjected, "Du Shaokun, this trash is deceptively strong, be careful!"

Du Shaokun sneered. "Zhao Chengshan, have you lost your mind? I'm a Martial Artist. You think I can't discern his cultivation level?"

Zhao Chengshan's old face flushed at the rebuke, but he wasn't angry. In fact, a flicker of uncontrollable excitement ignited within him. Du Shaokun's words proved that his own cultivation far surpassed this filthy beggar's. If that was the case, killing him would be as easy as flipping a hand. The thought of this beggar's impending doom made Zhao Chengshan feel as if he had finally vented much of his pent-up anger.

He subconsciously glanced at his daughter. Though she was hanging by a thread, she was, at least, still alive.

Thinking about what he had just done, a seed of guilt began to sprout in his heart. But that guilt was quickly consumed by a towering rage. It was all this damn beggar's fault! If it weren't for him, how could I have laid a vicious hand on my own daughter?

With his anger soaring, Zhao Chengshan glared at Lin Xiao and urged, "Second Young Master Du, kill this filthy beggar now! After he's dead, we'll sign the share transfer agreement!"

Du Shaokun nodded, his gaze fixed sharply on Lin Xiao. "Filthy beggar, I'll ask one more time. What are your last words?"

Lin Xiao returned the question with a cold laugh, "Du Shaokun, what are your last words?"

"Fuck! You're courting death!"

As he spoke, Du Shaokun was about to pounce on Lin Xiao. But at that very moment, Lin Xiao had already moved.

Du Shaokun only saw a blur before his eyes, and in the next instant, Lin Xiao was standing right in front of him. His heart skipped a beat.

Indeed, Lin Xiao's speed astonished him. In the world of martial arts, greater speed meant higher cultivation.

"You filthy beggar, what is your cultivation level?" Du Shaokun asked, his voice cold.

"You want to know? No problem. I'll tell you after you're dead!" Lin Xiao said with a brilliant smile.

He was clearly smiling, and his smile was exceptionally bright, yet Du Shaokun felt a sense of danger he had never experienced before. He felt as if he were being stalked by a ferocious beast. The suffocating pressure was even heavier than what he felt from his own older brother. Impossible. This is impossible. There are no fluctuations of Profound Energy around this beggar at all. So why do I have the illusion that I'm facing a supreme expert?

Suddenly, a thought struck Du Shaokun. Could this beggar be so powerful that he can conceal his Profound Energy at will? He began to panic. If that's true, then my death today is certain.

But Du Shaokun was a scion of the Du Family, after all. His psychological fortitude was beyond that of an ordinary person. Even though fear had gripped his heart, his expression remained unchanged. He even managed a disdainful sneer. "You damn beggar, you're really arrogant. Come on, then! Kill me if you have the guts!"

Du Shaokun was testing him, trying to gauge Lin Xiao's true cultivation and see if he actually dared to make a move.

But the words had barely left his mouth.

SMACK!

Lin Xiao's palm slapped against his head. Before the crisp sound faded from their ears, it was followed by a sharp, piercing crack, like something had exploded.

When everyone regained their senses, they saw a headless corpse standing ramrod straight. The body belonged to none other than Du Shaokun.

The crowd was so terrified by the sight that they collapsed to the ground. A few of the faint-hearted fainted on the spot. Even those who remained conscious weren't much better off; they were either screaming or vomiting uncontrollably.

Zhao Chengshan watched it all, his eyes wide with horror. He had never dreamed that Lin Xiao would actually dare to kill Du Shaokun. He glanced at Lin Xiao in terror. He's supposed to be a filthy beggar, but right now he's as ferocious as a demon from hell. Yes, a demon. Not just a demon, but a madman. A madman who would dare to kill a scion of the Du Family.

Fear completely enveloped the Zhao Family and consumed Zhao Chengshan. The once-clear sky had unknowingly become overcast, and Zhao Chengshan's face turned deathly pale, as if all the blood had been drained from his body. The confidence and arrogance he had built up upon Du Shaokun's arrival utterly collapsed in that instant.

Gazing into Lin Xiao's knife-like eyes, Zhao Chengshan's heart clenched. He knew he was doomed. Regret flooded him. He regretted believing that Du Shaokun could kill Lin Xiao, which had led him to say so many foolish things. Thinking back on his words after Du Shaokun's arrival, he wanted nothing more than to slap his own face. But in this world, there is no medicine for regret.

THUD.

Under Lin Xiao's expressionless gaze, Zhao Chengshan suddenly dropped to his knees. They struck the hard marble floor with a sharp crack. Beyond the terror on his face, he showed no other expression. Perhaps the fear was so great it numbed the pain.

"Filthy... No, Mr. Lin! I-I was wrong, I was truly wrong! My mind was muddled just now; that's why I listened to Du Shaokun! Please, for the sake of me kneeling here, spare my worthless life! How about this? If you're willing to let me go, I'll give you thirty percent of the Zhao Corporation's shares! No, no, I'll give you the entire Zhao Corporation!"

Fearing Lin Xiao wouldn't agree, Zhao Chengshan began to kowtow frantically.

Lin Xiao remained silent, his gaze fixed on the man as if he were an ant.

Zhao Chengshan kowtowed dozens of times, until his head was a bloody mess, but Lin Xiao still said nothing. He seemed to be waiting for something.

Suddenly, Zhao Chengshan seemed to realize something and stopped abruptly. He turned, his gaze landing venomously on his daughter.

Zhao Qingqing had clearly begun to recover. Although she was still collapsed on the ground, her breathing had returned to normal. Just as she was struggling to push herself up, Zhao Chengshan lunged at her.

A moment later, he was madly strangling her once again.

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