The Divine Martial Stars

Wang Shiwu pondered over it carefully for a while, then suddenly looked up with enlightened eyes and said, "I got it… Take my punch!"

He threw his fist at Chen Shaohua.

The punching method and its momentum were very simple. He had learned the military boxing when he was in the police school, so he was stronger than ordinary people. But compared with the martial arts masters, his skill was a far cry and was not even worth mentioning.

Chen Shaohua felt ashamed and annoyed at the same time.

He had completely lost face today.

The rapid expansion of conceit for more than a year led him to believe that everyone else was beneath him. So, at the scene, he shouted a little desperately, "Li Mu, you are the one who asked us to fight back. If I hurt him, don't go back on your words…" Since he had been practicing martial arts for a year, he still had confidence in dealing with an ordinary person.

Before his voice had died down—

Kaboom!

Wang Shiwu had already punched Chen Shaohua in the arm.

Crack, crack!

In an instant, the bones in Chen Shaohua's arm were broken into countless pieces.

What was even more incredible was that a ball of red flame burst out from Wang Shiwu's fist. It went up along Chen Shaohua's broken arm and spread all over his body. The air was immediately filled with the pungent smell of burnt flesh.

"Ah, my hand! Ah, I'm dying…"

The arrogant and domineering young master of the Chen family fell forward. But he crashed into an invisible air wall in front of him and sprang back on the ground. He could only struggle in a small circle, screaming like a pig and flailing around hysterically.

"No, please don't kill me! I'm sorry… Master, master, help me…"

He gave off the final bout of struggle in his life.

Ling Hezi dared not to say a word when he saw the sight. He turned his head away and did not even look at his favorite disciple.

Out of his instinct as a policeman, Su Hanwei attempted to stand up and intervene. However, he suddenly remembered what Fan Zu'ang had said to him before. In particular, Chen Shaohua intended to kill people as soon as he rushed into the room. His behavior was so outrageous that he might have had a great deal of blood on his hands. That kind of man deserved to die. Moreover, the most important thing was that his eldest sister, Su Cuo, had told him that Li Mu had the special law enforcement power to discipline those in the martial arts world and even execute them.

The whole thing was legal.

Therefore, he settled himself back on the sofa.

Before the others could think too much, Chen Shaohua had already turned into a cloud of blue smoke and dissipated into the air, leaving no trace of his existence behind. He had died and vanished for good.

The whole process was like a movie, and there was no bloody scene at all.

Wang Shiwu just gawked at his palm.

He never knew that his one casual punch could have such power. He could feel hot qi circulating in the palm. He tried to control it a bit. With a loud bang, two balls of red flames rose from his palms, dancing like fire elves.

"Is this… the Cultivation Method of the Immortal's Practice?"

When the other people around saw it, they could not help but show a touch of envy.

"Seems that this guy's got great luck and became an immortal all of a sudden?"

Ling Hezi, however, was almost frightened out of his wits.

"How could this be?"

"Are there really immortals in the world?"

The firepower popping out from Wang Shiwu's palm was clearly the natural qi recorded in the ancient classics of all the major sects. The internal power was definitely incomparable to that kind of power. Li Mu just released the natural qi and gave it solid shapes. That was a skill representing the realm in legends, wasn't it?

"So is Li Mu really the God of Massacre?"

"With a flick of his fingers, a peerless master could be produced?"

An indescribable fear drowned Ling Hezi.

He finally understood what kind of person he had provoked.

"The story about those martial arts cultivators getting a crushing defeat from Randeng Temple is an exaggeration of the fact?"

"That's just a fucking joke."

"Not only is it not exaggerated, but it's quite an understatement."

"There is no surprise in a man like him catching a bullet with his bare hands, is there?"

Even if he was said to be able to survive nuclear bombs, Ling Hezi would not consider it bizarre.

At the moment, he had no time to think about anything else.

If he could not make Li Mu satisfied today, not only he but even the entire True Spirit Sect would be doomed… Why was there really a god in the world? Ling Hezi was so anxious that he almost wanted to curse.

In the end, he dropped to his knees with a thud and banged his head against the floor over and over again, saying, "I'm sorry. We're sorry. I beg you, Li Mu, to spare us this time. After this, our True Spirit Sect will never dare to make an enemy of you… Please spare us, spare us!"

He did not even want to try to take another punch from Wang Shiwu.

Because he knew perfectly well that he could not withstand it.

Even with his strength, after taking such a punch, he would undoubtedly end up like Chen Shaohua— turning into a streak of smoke and never being able to be reincarnated again.

He Fei and He Yu were perceptive people. As they saw their master's reaction, they immediately knelt on the ground and did kowtows, pleading loudly for forgiveness and repenting.

Still, Li Mu was not moved. "If apologies are useful, what do we need the police for? If you want to live, show a little of your sincerity."

Upon hearing this, Ling Hezi knew that he could not smooth things out. He immediately made up his mind. He gritted his teeth and quickly pulled out the long sword hanging from He Fei's waist. As the sword flashed, three arms fell to the ground, causing the others around him to scream.

Ling Hezi, He Fei, and He Yu had each chopped off one arm according to the rules of Jianghu. They pressed relevant acupoints to stop bleeding, then knelt on the ground, waiting for Li Mu's verdict.

Li Mu was a little taken aback by that.

He originally merely wanted to destroy the three men's martial arts cultivation, but now… Chopping off an arm had almost the same effect as erasing the cultivation. The road of pursuing martial arts was almost cut off to them. In the future, they would basically be living as the disabled, so they could no longer do big evil.

"Take your broken arms and get out." Li Mu waved them away and added, "Go back and tell what happened today to the martial arts world. Tell them that I, Li Mu, will do what I say. Don't try to try my bottom line or my patience with your ignorance and shamelessness."

"Yes, yes, yes…"

Ling Hezi and the other two people breathed a sigh of relief as if they had been granted amnesty.

"Wait." Li Mu suddenly spoke again.

"Immortal… Your Grace, what else can I do for you?" Ling Hezi was alarmed and thought that Li Mu had changed his mind.

Li Mu pointed at Ma Zhen and his father, as well as his group of cronies, and remarked, "Take good care of your dogs. How can they pay no price at all after bullying my friends? Who caused this today's matter? You know it very well. What else do I need to say?"

Ling Hezi glanced at Ma Mingyu and Ma Zhen, feeling extremely mad at both of them.

Today, if Ma Zhen hadn't made his own decision and stirred up trouble by forcing Wang Shiwu to propose a toast, how could such a thing happen? And how could he have one of his arms cut off?

He had already put the blame on Ma Mingyu and Ma Zhen. Even if Li Mu did not point it out, Ling Hezi would squeeze some time to teach them a lesson. Now that Li Mu had made it clear, Ling Hezi didn't need to worry about anything. After today, it would be surprising if Ma's Group could still do business in the country.

When Ma Mingyu heard what Li Mu said and saw Ling Hezi's expression, he was so frightened that her knees gave way.

He instantly knew that Ma's Group was going to be finished.

It went without saying that the retaliation of an immortal like Li Mu, and the True Spirit Sect was not something that his small real estate company could bear.

Hence, without thinking, Ma Mingyu also knelt down in front of Li Mu and cried bitterly, "Immortal, please spare us. We are just mortals who have eyes but no clarity. Please let us go…"

He also knew that it was better to let the one who tied the bell on the tiger to take it off. There was no point begging for Ling Hezi's help. Only when Li Mu spared him could he escape from the calamity.

However, Li Mu did not even bother to look at those rich but heartless jerks.

He just ignored them.

Seeing that, Ma Mingyu knew that method wouldn't work. He decided to change his tactic. Suddenly, he jumped up and swatted his son, Ma Zhen, onto the ground, and snarled, "Bastard, why are you still standing there? Apologize to Shiwu and Tong at once. It's all your fault. You'd better begin to repent now…"

Ma Zhen immediately cried his eyes out and apologized to Wang Shiwu, begging for his forgiveness.

"It's too noisy."

Before Wang Shiwu could say anything, Li Mu waved his hand, and an invisible force directly tossed the disgusting father and son out of the private room called February Plum Blossom.

"Brother Su, Director Su, please be the big men and appeal to my mercy…" Ma Mingyu's heart-wrenching, guilt-ridden cry came from outside, but it was soon blocked out.

Su Hanwei rose to his feet and spoke to the other guests, "Everyone, our family event is now over. Please go back. I believe you all know what should say and what you should not when you go back. Forgive us for what happened today. Please go now."

The other guests felt as if they had just woken up from a dream.

What happened today could not be more incredible. It was eye-opening for them. Rather unexpectedly, the door of a new world had swung open in front of them.

It turned out that there were really immortals in the world!

They all made up their minds that they could no longer ruffle the features of the Wang and Su families. Instead, they needed to try their best to build a good relationship with the two families because they might benefit from that relationship.

After a round of pleasantries, the guests left reluctantly.

"Second sister, you should also leave." Su Hanwei flickered his eyes at Tong's second aunt.

The second aunt was reluctant to leave, but she also knew that she did not leave a good impression on Li Mu. She also made a mistake by trying to bring Tong and Chen Shaohua together, so she had to leave with her husband. When she took her departure, she was determined that she would find a way to rebuild her image in the Wang family in the future, no matter what kind of price she had to pay.

In the end, Wang Shiwu's family, Su Yutong's family, and Su Hanwei were the only ones left in the private room.

A smile appeared on Li Mu's face again. Like an easygoing boy living next door, he took the initiative to toast to the elders of the two families and did not put on air at all.

The atmosphere quickly eased.

Both parties felt as if they were in a dream.

At Su Hanwei's suggestion, Wang Shiwu and Su Yutong were engaged directly and the wedding date was also scheduled.

"Haha, Sister Tong, I also propose a toast to you. From now on, you are my sister-in-law. If anyone dares to bully you, I will never sit and watch it happen." Li Mu toasted Su Yutong with a beam.

By the moment, Su Yutong was extremely grateful toward Li Mu and also admired him to the extreme.

After talking for a while, Li Mu learned that the reason why the Su family was forced to let Tong marry Chen Shaohua was not only the pressure from the True Spirit Sect but also Tong's grandfather, who was seriously ill. Chen Shaohua had promised to cure Tong's grandfather, and that was why Tong agreed on the marriage with tears in her eyes.

"This is not hard to fix. I have a pill here. Take it for Grandpa Su and I guarantee you that it will get rid of the illness." Li Mu condensed the wood qi of Eastern Wood Emperor into a pill and handed it to Su Yutong.

The Su family thanked Li Mu a million times.

At last, Li Mu also taught the two families some Breathing Skills, which could build up the body and keep them healthy. It was not until then that the purpose of attending this banquet was completely realized.

The night fell.

Li Mu left the Ecological Lily Garden Hotel alone.

He returned to the Mount Shaozu and set up some tactical deployments on the mountain to protect the nearby villages and temples. Then, in the night, he rode his flying broadsword and soared in the direction of Mount Qilian to keep the appointment with Fan Zu'ang.

Meanwhile, the legend of Li Mu, the God of Massacre, had just begun to spread in the northwestern Wulin in Baoji City.