Chapter 402: Let Them All Tremble

"Hmph, you want to die? I'll grant your wish." The Qiankun Sect disciple clenched his fist as he looked at Wang Xiaoliu charging at him, his blood surging.

Wang Xiaoliu showed a fierce expression, gritting his teeth. Although his Titan-level Demon Body had reached its peak, he knew he was no match for this disciple.

But so what? No matter what, he had to fight desperately.

He had had enough of this life.

"Bang..."

A fist swung fiercely, slamming into Wang Xiaoliu's chest, violent energy bursting through.

The Qiankun Sect disciple smirked. This punch wouldn't kill him, would it?

But at that moment, to his astonishment, Wang Xiaoliu took the punch squarely and, as if courting death, grabbed his wrist tightly.

"Hmph, overestimating yourself." The Qiankun Sect disciple roared in anger. This punching bag dared to resist? How insolent.

"Heh..." Wang Xiaoliu stared fixedly at the man, spat out a mouthful of blood, and grinned savagely. "Insulting my family's legacy technique? I'll make you pay."

In an instant, Wang Xiaoliu's hand shot out.

"Stealing the Peach."

This move, though unremarkable, was his family's legacy technique. Once, his family had been a top-tier clan, relying on this very Stealing the Peach. But they had declined, presumably because later generations could no longer grasp its essence.

The Qiankun Sect disciple was startled, then roared, "How dare you use such a despicable move!"

Wang Xiaoliu's face changed drastically. He hadn't expected the other to react in time.

"Bang..."

The Qiankun Sect disciple kicked Wang Xiaoliu hard in the chest. In an instant, Wang Xiaoliu spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward.

"Pfft..."

Wang Xiaoliu lay on the ground, ashen-faced, disbelief flickering in his eyes. "How could he see through it... My family's technique—I've already mastered it."

The other punching bags around, seeing Wang Xiaoliu's miserable state, trembled. This was bad; tragedy was inevitable.

"Hmph, you waste. Is this despicable move your so-called family legacy technique? How laughable!" The Qiankun Sect disciple roared with laughter.

Wang Xiaoliu lay on the ground, head down, hands clenched. How could his family's technique be worthless? It had once brought glory to his family.

"Hmph, just looking at this punching bag pisses me off. Beat him to death and feed him to the dogs."

"Yes!"

In an instant, a group of Qiankun Sect disciples rushed over, surrounding Wang Xiaoliu and raining blows on him.

Wang Xiaoliu curled up on the ground, silently enduring the beating.

He wanted to fight back, but his hands were trembling.

At that moment, he suddenly felt afraid of death.

Just then, a tattered blue-covered booklet fell from Wang Xiaoliu's chest.

A sharp-eyed Qiankun Sect disciple snatched it up and burst into laughter.

"Haha, everyone look! This is his family's legacy technique, Stealing the Peach!"

The crowd looked at the shabby blue cover and roared with laughter.

"Give it back!" Wang Xiaoliu screamed hoarsely, seeing his family's technique.

"Rip..."

In that instant, the disciple tore the so-called legacy technique to shreds right in front of Wang Xiaoliu.

"How hilarious! A family legacy technique? Only a waste like you would treasure such a lowly skill."

Wang Xiaoliu clenched his fists. "It's not worthless..."

"Hmph, it is worthless." The Qiankun Sect disciple sneered.

"It's not!" Wang Xiaoliu suddenly stood up, eyes bloodshot as he glared at the crowd.

The crowd was taken aback by his gaze, as if intimidated, then recovered and grew furious.

"A waste is a waste. Say one more word, punching bag, and we'll cut out your tongue."

Wang Xiaoliu looked at the Qiankun Sect disciple, his heart trembling. Seeing the shreds on the ground, he felt an overwhelming sense of grievance.

He wanted to say, "It's not worthless," but fear gripped his heart.

"If you don't want to die, say it: your family's legacy technique is worthless." The fierce Qiankun Sect disciple looked at him mockingly.

Wang Xiaoliu faced the scene, unsure what to do.

"Whoosh..."

A sword suddenly appeared in the disciple's hand, as if death awaited if Wang Xiaoliu refused.

"Brother Xiao Liu, just say it." The other punching bags urged anxiously.

Wang Xiaoliu heard their voices, his mind in turmoil.

"Say it now, or I'll cut off your head!" The Qiankun Sect disciple threatened viciously.

Wang Xiaoliu clenched his fists. This was the technique passed down by his ancestors, a symbol of his family's former glory, their brightest moment.

He couldn't help but recall his father's dying words.

"Xiao Liu... this Stealing the Peach is the foundation of our Wang family. You must comprehend it well and never disgrace its name."

...

"Hum..."

In that instant, the sword pressed against Wang Xiaoliu's neck, its sharp aura cutting his skin. If he didn't speak, the next second would bring decapitation.

Wang Xiaoliu was lost, utterly despairing. He closed his eyes, resolved to die rather than speak.

"It's not worthless..."

Just then, a voice suddenly came from the void.

The crowd was startled, unsure what was happening.

Wang Xiaoliu opened his eyes, searching for the source. He saw a figure floating in the void, the blazing sun behind him blinding him to the face.

"Stealing the Peach is an extremely powerful technique. If it's worthless, then all techniques under heaven are worthless."

Lin Fan floated in the void, looking at the bullied man, recalling past events.

"Big brother, this is my family's technique. You're a genius among us—keep pushing forward." Back then, Wang Xiaoliu had regarded Lin Fan as a hero and lent him the technique.

At that time, Lin Fan was deeply grateful and silently vowed, "One day, when I dominate the universe, I will ensure your rise to glory."

This was the promise Lin Fan had made to Wang Xiaoliu when he first arrived in Cangling Continent.

Though Wang Xiaoliu had said nothing then, Lin Fan could tell he hadn't thought that far ahead and hadn't believed his words.

But now, Lin Fan was the top expert in the Xuanhuang Realm, capable of crushing all things. It was time to fulfill that promise.

Wang Xiaoliu stared blankly at the figure in the void. It was the first time someone had said his family's technique wasn't worthless. His heart surged with emotion.

But he couldn't make out the face.

Then, Lin Fan slowly descended.

Wang Xiaoliu finally saw his face clearly. His expression froze in disbelief.

He could never forget that face.

Because that face... it looked just like that person.

"Xiao Liu, it seems fate has brought us together." Lin Fan smiled slightly.

"Big brother..." Wang Xiaoliu said tremblingly. He never expected this person to be Lin Fan, once a fellow punching bag.

Back then, Lin Fan had dared to clash with sect disciples, earning everyone's respect, and Wang Xiaoliu had willingly offered his family's technique and called him big brother.