"I am the only deity in the universe! " As Xiao Naihe uttered the incantation, a blue smoke appeared in the mid-air, and the face of Yun Sen and his wife turned ghostly pale with fright. To their astonishment, this weak scholar seemed to become the strongest kung fu master in the world.
A horrible thought struck Yun Sen and his wife—this young man was invincible in the Post-celestial Spirit Realm!
Their attack was easily defeated by Xiao Naihe's sound attack which was more powerful than that of kung fu masters like Yun Nianici.
"Go, Liangtu. Don't mind us. Go, right now!" Yun Sen shouted to his son. He and his wife bumped their body on the ground with their five internal organs broken and blood coming out of their mouths.
Startled, Yun Liangtu frantically cracked his whip and the horse leaped forward.
Xiao Naihe stepped forward to stop the horse, and yelled to Yun Liangtu, "You wanna lop off my limbs and dig my eyes out, huh? How can I let such a vicious jerk go? "
He began to activate his spiritual power to pick up Mrs. Yun Sen's dagger on the ground.
"No! No!" Mrs. Yun Sen screamed hysterically when she was aware of what Xiao Naihe was going to do with their son. At this moment, she and Yun Sen hurried to exert every ounce of their remaining spiritual power, and jumped up in succession to shield their son who was not far from them.
With icy gaze, Xiao Naihe darted the dagger through the body of Yun Sen and his wife, and finally thrust it into Yun Liangtu's chest.
"Ouch!" Three of them screamed with pain, and fell to the ground, dying. Their heartrending cry panicked their horses which then neighed and galloped away.
Yun Sen glared at Xiao Naihe, and laughed wanly at the last gasp, "Good! Good! I'm impressed."
As their breaths were gone, they became so dead.
Xiao Naihe fixed his eyes on the three corpses on the ground, and mused that they should be passer-by in his life, but since they tried to murder him out of greed, he had to finish them.
He didn't consider himself extremely cruel and merciless to kill them for he would not attack unless he was attacked; if he was attacked, he would certainly counterattack, and would never be soft to his enemies.
"Sir. What should we do now?" With years of experience of travelling, the old coachman had witnessed plenty of hatred issues. The three persons on the ground obviously tried to find fault with Xiao Naihe, and in particular, that young man wanted to carry out such a brutal punishment, so they were destined to come to grief.
Xiao Naihe glanced at the old coachman, activated his spiritual power to smash a big hole with a bang, and said, "Old coachman, please help me bury them, and then let's hit the road again."
"Okay!" replied the old coachman.
Xiao Naihe knew that he might get into trouble if bad people discovered the three bodies, so he had to dispose of them.
Shortly afterwards, they went back on the road with a heavy heart, and this time the old coachman didn't talk and laugh.
They resumed their journey after a short rest every day. Five or six days on, now they were passing through a wilderness. When Xiao Naihe closed his eyes and had a rest, an anxious but mellifluous girl's voice reached his ears, "Old coachman, old coachman, please hold on. Would you kindly let us get on the coach?"
"I'm so sorry, young lady. I already have a passenger. If you want to carpool, I have to ask for my passenger's opinion." The coachman answered.
Xiao Naihe could perceive the two breaths outside which belonged to martial artists, but they were not his opponents, so he was not afraid even if they had evil intentions.
"Old coachman, it's okay, and I don't mind. Let them get on the coach!" Xiao Naihe uttered.