Plenty of People Remember Me—Who Do You Think You Are?

Proud as the three were, they believed only equals deserved their respect. A mere Pei Tianchen was truly beneath their notice. Sensing their contemptuous gazes, Pei Tianchen flew into a rage. Though not a single word had been uttered, he felt an overwhelming, agonizing sense of humiliation! Li Guanqi did not spare him a glance. His chilling, blood-red gaze paired with that mask struck a shuddering terror deep into anyone looking on, shaking the soul. Moreover... out of the three, Li Guanqi gave Pei Tianchen the sharpest sense of danger. Next came the fellow wearing the gilded rings. Pei Tianchen's brow furrowed as he recalled the patterns on Lin Wujiu's rings. Suddenly, understanding clicked, and his mind jolted! "You're... from the Lin family?" Lin Wujiu sneered. "Seems you have eyes after all." Pei Tianchen sneered right back. "So what if you're a Lin? Die here... and no one will ever know." Lin Wujiu laughed in exasperation. Taking a slow step forward, he leaned down to look at Pei Tianchen. *Boom!* "With just you? A piece of trash who forcibly propped himself up with evil blood arts? What insolent talk!" Before the words finished echoing, Lin Wujiu's eyes turned arctic, and his form shot forward like a blast! Fierce sword qi crisscrossed the air, its oppressive aura suffocating! Li Guanqi turned to look at Qisha, then raised his arm and slashed behind him! A flash of crimson sword light vanished in an instant. Wreathed in Spirit Absolution blood threads, Red Lotus cleanly severed the sealing stone pillar like dry rot before a storm. *Rumble!* Pei Tianchen's eyes bulged with rage, and he roared, "You dog, how dare you?!" Yet what greeted him was a sky of slashing sword light. Lin Wujiu narrowed his eyes, his voice frost-chilled. "You dare look away while fighting me?" *Clang!* *Clang, clang, clang!* *Swish, slash, squelch!* Pei Tianchen leapt backward, but Lin Wujiu was blisteringly fast, sticking to him like a maggot to bone. All at once, the pressure on Pei Tianchen multiplied; from his opponent emanated an immense, crushing weight. His chest was torn open; he dared not show the slightest carelessness, gathering every scrap of his focus to confront Lin Wujiu. After all, the key to this domain realm was on his person, so he had no fear of them escaping. *Clang, clang! Boom, boom, boom!* The deafening thrum and roar of battle echoed endlessly. The altar floor was forged from some unknown material, for the shockwaves of combat left it entirely unmarred. Li Guanqi looked at Qisha and murmured, "Care to give it a try?" Qisha frowned, anticipation stirring within him. An immortal artifact of such caliber might contain the inheritance of some powerhouse. Though he wielded a blade, he was reluctant to waste such a rare opportunity. Yet he did not trust Li Guanqi, his gaze flickering with caution. Li Guanqi smiled faintly. As for this sword, he was determined to have it. For no other reason than... he felt the sword coffin vibrating with intense yearning! Not the will of the sword spirit, but the will of the sword coffin itself! After a moment's hesitation, Qisha slowly stepped forward and laid an ancient black array plate beneath his feet. A hazy gray barrier instantly unfurled! Inlaid upon the array plate were actually second-grade immortal crystals. Li Guanqi cast a glance and nearly couldn't resist prying them loose. Seeing that Li Guanqi made no move, Qisha finally relaxed slightly, drawing a deep breath to center himself. Li Guanqi wasted no time either. Lifting his sword, he charged Pei Tianchen. Pei Tianchen truly lived up to his reputation as one of the standout disciples of this generation in the Tianhua Sword Sect. His mastery of the Tianhua sword technique was exquisite, and for a time he fought Lin Wujiu to a standstill. One had to remember that by unsealing three rings, Lin Wujiu had once slain a seventh-tier cultivator. Yet against Pei Tianchen, he was temporarily at an impasse. Forcing Lin Wujiu back with a sword strike, Pei Tianchen suddenly felt a chill at the back of his neck. The ghost-masked man had materialized right behind him! With no time to bring his sword around in defense, he threw up his left arm to position the buckler behind him. *Clang! Boom!* Li Guanqi struck down with his sword, and a brittle cracking sound instantly issued from the shield. A terrifyingly colossal force detonated. Pei Tianchen felt as though a savage bull had rammed him from behind. His body was blasted into the distance like a cannonball, the bones of his arm fracturing and his internal organs rupturing from the shock. The fanged ghost mask parted its jaws slightly, exhaling a breath of turbid air mixed with thunder and flame. Watching this, Lin Wujiu could not help swallowing hard. "Terrifying..." Even as he spoke, Li Guanqi's figure was already blurring—he had long since vanished from the spot. Pei Tianchen tumbled several times across the stone, actually siphoning the blood from the grooves of the altar into his body. Surging with renewed power, he began turning back. Yet as he lay prone and looked back, he was met by that fanged ghost mask with its crimson-burning eyes. Sword held high, Li Guanqi brought both feet stomping violently onto Pei Tianchen's hands! *Crack, crunch, crack!* The bones in both of Pei Tianchen's arms were crushed to splinters. The piercing, excruciating agony wrenched a bloodcurdling scream from his throat. The four-foot blood sword hummed with terrifying immortal primal energy, miniature arcs of lightning dancing across its edge. Purplish-black flames burned so hot that the void twisted continuously. Pei Tianchen was ruthless as well; twisting his body with violent force, he ripped himself free, tearing off his own crushed arms! *Boom!* A flash of bloody brilliance passed, and the vast Dao platform was split open in an instant, carving a trench dozens of zhang long! The sight chilled Lin Wujiu to the marrow. He had fought Pei Tianchen for so long without leaving a scratch on the stone. Yet Li Guanqi had gouged out a fissure this deep and long with a single sword stroke? *This guy... does it have to do with that mask on his face?* Tumbling with the momentum, Pei Tianchen drew upon the blood pooled in the altar's grooves; it rose to coil about him, burrowing into his body like crimson serpents. The bloody markings across his face grew starker, his aura swelling ever stronger. Li Guanqi's brow creased slightly. He ceased holding back the power of the Rakshasa Ghost Mask. As essence blood was consumed, Li Guanqi's aura erupted with a roar. With a flick of his will, Pei Tianchen summoned his longsword from where it had fallen in the distance. His eyes hazily caught Li Guanqi's afterimage, and he slashed down with a grotesque snarl! Terrifying immortal primal energy gathered along the blade, sword light pulsing violently. "Die!" The fanged ghost mask loomed close before Pei Tianchen, an arm swinging down viciously! Yet Li Guanqi's neck did not suffer the slightest harm, while from the corner of Pei Tianchen's eye, he suddenly glimpsed his own wrist tumbling through the air... Li Guanqi had severed his wrist a step ahead! Li Guanqi's broad hand clamped violently onto Pei Tianchen's face. His five fingers, like an eagle's talons, pulverized the bones of his cheeks. "Aaaagh—!" Gripping Pei Tianchen's head, Li Guanqi slammed it violently into the ground! *Thud!* The entire altar shook violently. A crater three zhang across caved into the floor, fissures spreading outward like a spiderweb. Looking at Pei Tianchen lying limp as mud, Lin Wujiu clicked his tongue twice. "Why'd you have to act tough in front of him, of all people?" Lying in the crater, Pei Tianchen vomited mouthful after mouthful of blood, shredded flesh choking his throat. He was mangled beyond recognition, the back of his skull caved inward. Not a single limb or bone remained intact; the meridians throughout his body were shattered into pieces. "If... you... kill me... my master... will nev—" *Squelch!* Sword light flashed, separating head from body. A soul seal attempted to seep into Li Guanqi, only to be instantly engulfed and incinerated by boundless flames! Yet at that very moment, a vast heavenly might erupted from within Pei Tianchen's corpse! The glowing phantom silhouette of a man slowly coalesced. Li Guanqi narrowed his eyes. Lin Wujiu cursed inwardly. "Damn it... it's Chen Tianhua!" The man glared fixedly at Li Guanqi, his chilling voice echoing out slowly: "I will remember you." Li Guanqi raised his hand, shattering the illusion with two sword strikes. "Plenty of people remember me—who do you think you are?" Lin Wujiu's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help giving a thumbs-up. "Brother Li... you're something else!"