"roll!"
Seeing Sun Changli pounce on him like a ferocious beast, Wu Tian roared like a dragon emerging from the sea, and at the same time swung his arm like an iron whip.
"Smack!"
A crisp sound pierced the sky, and Sun Changli's body instantly transformed into a drifting leaf in the gale, mercilessly flung to one side.
His body flew dozens of meters before crashing violently into the nearby artificial hill, finally falling heavily to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.
Amidst the swirling dust, Sun Changli struggled, trying to raise his head, but finally spit out a mouthful of blood, and lay on his back on the cold ground like a withered flower.
At this moment, a middle-aged man rushed over like a spark, quickly checked Sun Changli's condition, and then his face turned as heavy as lead.
Turning around, he rushed back to Sun Zhendong's side, his voice heavy and urgent: "Father, Changli... Changli is gone, his head... his head was smashed flat."
These words were like dark clouds obscuring the sun, casting an inescapable shadow over the hearts of the Sun family members.
They originally thought that Wu Tian was able to overcome the first two obstacles only because he had the help of the Jin family, rather than because of his own abilities.
Unexpectedly, Wu Tian himself was hiding such amazing strength.
That seemingly casual slap not only sent Sun Changli, a third-rank martial artist, flying, but also flattened his head.
It should be known that a third-rank martial artist is a well-known figure in the Sun family and even in the entire martial arts world.
Even Sun Zhendong, who had seen countless people and experienced many vicissitudes, was stunned by Wu Tian's incredible strength and felt an unprecedented sense of awe.
He took a deep breath, his chest heaving, and said in a booming voice, "Wu Tian, given your unparalleled talent in martial arts, I cannot bear to kill you. If you can abandon your hatred and join the Sun family, I will not only forgive your past mistakes, but also regard you as a core disciple of the family and share in the glory of the Sun family."
Wu Tian, despite his young age, possessed strength surpassing that of a third-rank martial artist, exceeding Sun Zhendong's expectations.
If we can get them to help the Sun family, we will not hesitate to sacrifice all the first and second-rank martial artists, and it would be worth it even if we had to sacrifice the Sun brothers, Changsheng and his brother.
Upon hearing Sun Zhendong's words, the entire Sun family was greatly shocked and looked at each other in dismay.
Wu Tian's solo challenge against the Sun family became known throughout the city.
Furthermore, he went so far as to murder the brothers Sun Changsheng and Sun Changli, an act that was undoubtedly an insult to the authority of the Sun family.
In the past, anyone who committed such an act would have been punished severely, even if it meant harming innocent people.
Now, Sun Zhendong has taken the initiative to turn hostility into friendship and invited Wu Tian to join the Sun family, which shows his appreciation for talent.
Everyone believed that, given the Sun family's prominent status and strength, no one could refuse such an offer.
However, Wu Tian laughed loudly and said, "Old thief Sun, how could you think of such a thing? Back then you ordered Qin Weishan to exterminate my entire family, and now you want me to recognize a thief as my father. It's really stupid and laughable."
Faced with Wu Tian's sarcasm, Sun Zhendong was not angry. Instead, he earnestly advised, "Everyone knows that it is better to resolve enmity than to create it. The road to revenge has no end and no return. Only by letting go can one find liberation."
"Let go?" Wu Tian sneered, his words carrying a chilling intent. "It was me who was wiped out, not you, so you can advise me to let go as an outsider. If it were you who was wiped out, how would you face yourself?"
Sun Zhendong was speechless, then his whole body erupted with an aura of looking down on all living beings, "The old man's intention in advising you to let go of your hatred was to spare you, not to let the Sun family go. If you are stubborn and do not understand, then don't blame the old man for being impolite."
Under such intense pressure, many people felt suffocated.
However, Wu Tian raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a disdainful smile, and replied in an icy voice: "Let me go? I, Wu Tian, do not need anyone's pity. Show me what you've got."
"Shut up!" Wu Tian had barely finished speaking when a voice as cold as ice shattered rang out.
A middle-aged figure suddenly leaped out, his eyes flashing with a sharp light like a hawk, his cold voice almost making the air tremble, "The Sun family has repeatedly yielded to you because my father cherishes your talent, not because he is afraid of you in the slightest. You are not qualified to challenge him."
This man is named Sun Guoqiang, the eldest son of Sun Zhendong, and his cultivation has reached the level of a martial artist.
Witnessing Wu Tian kill Sun Changli, he was filled with rage, which almost burst forth.
Now, Wu Tian's repeated provocations of Sun Zhendong have only fueled his bloodlust, making him eager to teach that reckless fellow a lesson in a fierce and satisfying showdown.
Sun Zhendong's expression was solemn as he whispered a warning: "Guoqiang, that kid's methods are a bit strange. Be careful not to suffer losses."
Sun Guoqiang's face was calm, but his tone was unusually firm as he said, "Father, rest assured. Changli died at his hands just now only because he lost his mind due to anger. Besides, my cultivation is far beyond what Changli can compare to."
Upon hearing this, the Sun family members suddenly realized why Sun Changli, a third-rank martial artist, had been instantly killed by Wu Tian in one move.
Their fear of Wu Tian dissipated somewhat, and they came to believe that Wu Tian's victory over Sun Changli was merely a fluke, not a testament to his true ability.
After all, even the most prodigious genius in the Sun family, Wu Tian, at his age, only had a cultivation level of a third-grade martial artist.
With such cultivation level, trying to repeat the same trick in front of Sun Guoqiang is undoubtedly wishful thinking.
Sun Guoqiang is the pillar of the Sun family, with the most stable personality and unparalleled cultivation. He is the most powerful person besides Sun Zhendong.
Sun Zhendong nodded slightly. Although Wu Tian's skills were indeed extraordinary, they were not insurmountable. With Sun Guoqiang's strength, he could definitely defeat him.
He pulled Sun Guoqiang to his side and whispered in his ear, "The so-called strong are those who, when they do act, eliminate all threats at the root. This is the root of trouble left behind by that kid from the Qin family back then."
Since Wu Tian can no longer be of any help to the Sun family, then this guy has lost his reason for living, and the only option is to kill him quickly.
Sun Guoqiang understood Sun Zhendong's meaning perfectly.
With a light crack of his knuckles, he strode steadily toward Wu Tian.
His eyes were like frost, and he spoke slowly but coldly: "Boy, your life countdown has started. You have a few minutes left to live. Cherish the time you have left. Considering your youth and ignorance, I will make a bet and let you make the first move."
Wu Tian narrowed his eyes, staring intently at Sun Guoqiang, a faint yet unrestrained smile playing on his lips. "Let me make the first move? Very well! Then your last chance to show your skills has also been taken away."
After speaking, he slightly raised his hand, as if a spring breeze were caressing his face, and leisurely clapped his hands.
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