My husband Can Cultivate-Chapter 295: Are You Convinced?

"It's over!"

BOOM!

A tremendous sound erupted as Yang Qi hurled the golden sword from his hand.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Everyone stared blankly at Cao Xingjian, his body pierced by the golden sword, utterly at a loss for words.

"AARGH—!"

Cao Xingjian screamed, kneeling on the ground as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Fortunately, he was a Martial Artist—a Fourth-Rank Great Grandmaster, no less. Otherwise, that single sword strike would have undoubtedly claimed his life. Even so, his body had been pierced clean through, and he was so severely wounded that he couldn't even stand. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Yang Qi walked over. Looking down at Cao Xingjian, he revealed a faint smile. "You have lost!"

His declaration shattered the deathly silence, jolting the crowd back to life. People stared at the fallen Cao Xingjian, unable to rise, as if they were trapped in a dream.

"Who in the world is this expert?"

"Cao Xingjian is a Fourth-Rank Great Grandmaster, yet he was defeated so easily?"

A single move had stunned the entirety of Kang City and all the heroes gathered. Defeating a Fourth-Rank Perfection Great Grandmaster with one strike made him the undisputed strongest in the city. Who would dare to oppose him now? Who could possibly stand against him?

"Impossible!"

Cao Xingjian looked up at Yang Qi, finding it impossible to believe that he had lost to such a young man. This was absolutely unacceptable. Yang Qi was only twenty-five, while he was thirty-five. He had always been called a genius, yet before Yang Qi, he was so utterly crushed. The blow to his pride was immense.

"There's nothing impossible about it," Yang Qi said indifferently. "The Thunder Sect should have stayed put in Thunder City. Kang City is not a place you should have come."

"Arrogant!" Cao Xingjian looked at Yang Qi and scoffed. "You're nothing but a frog in a well. I admit, you are powerful. Across all of Kang City, you are a peerless expert. But you're greatly underestimating Thunder City. It's the capital of Jingnan Prefecture, a place teeming with experts as common as hairs on an ox. If they truly decided to come to Kang City, you wouldn't be able to stop them. Besides, after injuring me today, do you really think the Thunder Sect will let you go? The stronger you are, the more they will want to eliminate you!"

"Then I'll just annihilate the Thunder Sect," Yang Qi said flatly. "The Thunder Sect may be powerful, but if they insist on provoking me, they shouldn't blame me for being merciless. Feel free to go and report me. However, the treasures you brought are now mine!"

With that, he stepped forward and took the bank card holding nearly ten million, along with the Golden Silk Soft Armor.

"If no one else is coming up, then I'm taking these two items!" Yang Qi announced, scanning the crowd.

He completely ignored the severely wounded Cao Xingjian.

Cao Xingjian gritted his teeth. He comforted himself with the saying that a gentleman's revenge can wait ten years. He then turned and limped off the arena to tend to his wounds. He would one day repay the humiliation he suffered today.

"Master Li, this man is connected to Li Chong's death. Aren't you going to test him?" Fan Shengren asked, turning to the white-haired old man beside him.

"I am not his match," the white-haired old man said, shaking his head. "If I were to make a move, I would surely die!"

He was utterly terrified. Yang Qi's realm was bizarre. He appeared to be a Third-Rank Great Grandmaster, yet he had effortlessly defeated Cao Xingjian, a Fourth-Rank Perfection Great Grandmaster. It was simply too strange.

PFFT!

Hearing this, Fan Shengren could no longer contain his terror and spat out a mouthful of blood. He had offended such a fearsome being. Yang Qi was right; destroying the Fan Family would be effortless for him.

Yet, oblivious, they had kept pressuring and offending Yang Qi. It wasn't until today, seeing him defeat Cao Xingjian, that they finally understood just how terrifying this young man was. He was backed by Zhao Xiong, Yan Bo, and Du Le'an, and his own combat power was horrifying.

He suddenly thought of a possibility. Could Li Chong... have been killed by Yang Qi? The thought terrified him even more. And the Kangshan Sect… could he have destroyed them too? It's over! The Fan Family is finished! A person like him could obliterate our family with a single word. No amount of money would matter. An expert of his caliber could bring ruin to our entire family with a flick of his wrist. Thinking back, Yang Qi gave us several chances, didn't he? He told us to apologize and make amends, and the matter would have been settled. But not only did we refuse, we doubled down. That's right… he even warned me. He said my old illness would relapse and I'd die within a month. Now, there are only three or four days left of that month. No wonder I've been feeling worse and worse lately. Everything he said was true.

His thoughts then flew to the War God King helping Yang Qi.

The War God King came to Kang City for medical treatment, yet he was so partial to Yang Qi. Could it be… that Yang Qi was the one who healed the War God King's injury?

PFFT! PFFT!

The realization struck him so hard that he couldn't stop himself from spitting out two more mouthfuls of blood.

What have I missed? What have I done? This blow… it's too great to bear.

Next to him, Fan Jian and Fan Ruobing were equally stunned.

Fan Jian had once heard that someone had cured Wang Nantian's leg injury and had been searching for this Divine Doctor ever since. Connecting all the recent events... I finally understand. The Divine Doctor was right here in front of us all along. I was just too blind to see it.

Fan Ruobing trembled from head to toe. When it comes to who offended Yang Qi the most, it has to be me. I was even foolish enough to block his path and try to teach him a lesson. It was me... I single-handedly pushed the Fan Family into the abyss of death.

"Since no one else is coming up, I have a few things to say," Yang Qi announced from the stage, his eyes sweeping over the crowd.

Fan Shengren's face drained of color. The Family Heads of the Song Family and Qi Family also looked grim. They had a sinking feeling they knew what was coming.

"Fan Shengren," Yang Qi's voice cut through the silence, his gaze landing on the man. "Your granddaughter came to my clinic to cause trouble. Not only did I not hold it against her, but I also kindly warned you about your old illness. And how did you repay me?"

Fan Shengren trembled, unable to utter a single word. At a time like this, one wrong word could mean death.

"You repaid kindness with malice. You suppressed my friend Ye Fei's company, the Qifei Group. You let your granddaughter humiliate me time and time again, constantly picking fights. You even sent an expert to kill me. I told you then that I would remember this debt and that I would settle it with you… eventually. Today, I think, is that day."

Yang Qi looked coolly at Fan Shengren and continued, "If you object, you can find anyone you want to fight me. If you win, I'll let the Fan Family go. If you lose… then don't blame me for what comes next."

"To the victor go the spoils," Fan Shengren heaved a long sigh, knowing the Fan Family's time on Kang City's stage was over. "I have nothing more to say. I concede. I only beg that Mr. Yang spares my family."

"The Fan Family will disband. The Fan Group's entire pharmaceutical division is to be transferred to the Qifei Group. As for your other businesses, sell them off yourselves. You have one month to complete this," Yang Qi stated coldly. "If you fail, then I will have to 'help' you. Do you submit?"

"I submit."

What else could Fan Shengren say? Refuse? The consequence would be Yang Qi taking action in a fit of rage. The Fan Family would suffer heavy casualties, but in the end, they still wouldn't escape the fate of being annihilated.