Ancient Strengthening Technique

Qing Shui half-clenched his fist. Now that Qing Shui had already broken through to the 4th Heavenly Layer, it could truly be said that he has shed his mortal body and transcended into a higher realm. Previously at the peak of the 3rd Heavenly Layer, his level of power was equivalent to someone at the peak of Houtian. After he had broken through, and after some time of stabilizing his power, his current power was equal to someone at the 4th grade of Xiantian. For cultivators in the 1st three grades of Xiantian, Qing Shui could care less about them.

As he watched the fist that could pulverize a peak of Houtian into mincemeat approaching, he couldn’t help but think how tiny and weak it felt. The power level of Qing Shui before and after his breakthrough was comparable to the difference between the intensity of light between a firefly and the moon.

Initially, as the fist approached, Qing Shui had wanted to use the Solitary Rapid Fist technique to smash his opponent to death, but thinking again he realized that this was a good opportunity to showcase to the world that from this moment onwards, the Qing Clan also possessed a Xiantian Cultivator!

The Ancient Strengthening Technique frenziedly circulated, transferring all the strength in his body to both his arms, Qing Shui blasted out with his full power at the middled-aged man that was still smiling cruelly while he was rushing at him. Even in death, Qing Shui also wanted the middle-aged man to die with with a grievance.

In an instant, approximately 25,000 jin of tremendous strength felt akin to the pressure of a majestic mountain.

The eyes of the middle-aged man grew as round as saucers. Instantly, panic, depression and incredulity could be seen in them!

“Peng!” A loud sound echoed out, the impact created even caused part of the arena to be broken off. There was no longer any traces of the middle-aged Xiantian Cultivator. All that could be seen floating in the air, was a mist of blood.

Qing Shui stood unmoving on the arena. His lanky figure resembled a towering mountain!

The surroundings were so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

“Isn’t that an insta-kill?”

It was not known who said those words.

Moments later, chaos erupted underneath the arena. The 3rd generation of the Qing Clan excitedly cheered as they rushed towards Qing Shui and surrounded him. In their eyes, worship and awe could be seen.

“Strong, you are really too strong!” Yu Donghao said in amazement, as though he just woken up from shock.

“Qing He couldn’t even block a single strike. But after Qing Shui’s attack, not even a speck of dust could be seen remaining from that middle-aged man. What exactly is the level of Qing Shui’s strength?” The rest of the clans from Hundred Miles City asked each other incredulously.

Members of the Situ Clan had exceptionally ugly expressions on their faces. Especially after the earlier words from Situ Ba. Didn’t that make him akin to a clown now?

Qing Yi heaved a sigh in relief, as tears of joy flooded her face. In this instant, only pride remained in her heart.

The old master of the Shi Clan didn’t even say a single word, as he stared mutely at Qing Shui, thinking in his heart that the rumors about this little fellow and his granddaughter. Should things be made clear?

“Okay, it’s my turn to stand up on the arena. You guys go ahead and get busy with your duties, the wedding preparations for brother Qing Zi still haven’t been completed yet!” Qing Shui bitterly smiled as he glanced around.

“Why are you still going to stand in the arena? Do you think there would still be blind idiots coming to challenge you? This time around, those that thought our Qing Clan is easy to bully, you’ve already shown them how magnificently you take out the trash.” Qing You’s eyes flickered with a brilliant light.

After the Situ Clan heard his words, they could only suppress their anger and smile bitterly!

The wedding banquet continued, but no one dared to step onto the arena anymore. How would anyone still want to fight? A Xiantian cultivator was vaporized into a mist of blood by a single strike. Many women, young girls, young married women, milfs, all fluttered their beautiful eyelashes as they looked at Qing Shui. In their eyes, were admiration, curiosity, and even worship.

Using the treatment of Qing He as an excuse, Qing Shui embarrassedly retreated from the multitude of gazes. Despite so, the wedding still had to continue.