Magic Martial Arts

In an extremely secluded place in the Demon Fighting Continent, a huge, simple and elegant building complex stood majestically among the clouds on the mountain top. The mountain here was extremely steep. If it weren't for a warrior or a magician who was proficient in magic, I'm afraid ordinary people would not be able to reach this place even if they had the courage.

At this moment, in a hall of this antique building, a middle-aged man's voice suddenly came out, seemingly casual but revealing a hint of majesty and coldness:

"Well, what you mean is... Wei Xiong died at the hands of Su Chen, and this Su Chen is the child born by Su Zhenguo and that bitch Li Yuehua... right?"

The middle-aged man was wearing a green brocade robe with gold gilt flowers. His face was quite fair, like white jade, without the slightest flaw. His beard was neatly trimmed and clean, without any clutter. His hair was meticulously combed and tied behind his back with a jade hairpin. He looked very elegant and easy-going.

At this moment, he was sitting there, leaning slightly on the couch, giving people a lazy and casual feeling. However, in sharp contrast, his left hand gently held up his head, and his right index finger tapped the sandalwood couch under him from time to time, making a rhythmic sound like "da da da...", as if he was thinking about something important.

Not only that, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, staring at the subordinates below who were reporting the news. There seemed to be a faint light flickering in the narrow slits of his eyes, but it was not obvious, making it difficult to guess what kind of emotions and intentions were contained in it.

"That's right, sir! That's exactly what the envoy sent by the Tianwu Empire said!"

Hearing the inquiry from above, the subordinate who was responsible for reporting the news hurriedly lowered his head and responded. His head was almost touching the ground, and he didn't dare to raise his head to look up easily.

It wasn't that he didn't want to look, but he really didn't dare to look, or more precisely, he was afraid to see the man sitting above him. At this moment, his body remained in a kneeling position with his hands clasped together, not daring to move, as if the slightest movement would violate some taboo and bring about a fatal disaster.

His fingers were still tapping rhythmically on the couch, making a clear and rhythmic sound. At this moment, the man sitting on the couch seemed to have fallen asleep, with his eyes tightly closed and his breathing steady and deep.

However, after a long time, his lips suddenly moved slightly, as if he was half asleep and half awake, and he began to slowly mutter some fragmented words:

"Su Zhenguo... Li Yuehua... Su Chen... Tai'an Guo... Taiping Chang'an... Hehe... Very good, very good!"

His voice was very low, as if it was a whisper from deep within his heart. These words came out of his mouth one by one, as if carrying an inexplicable emotion. His expression looked a little playful, as if he was thinking about something, as if he was planning something; as if he was talking to himself, as if he was talking to someone.

Every time he pronounced a name, his eyes would become deeper, as if there were countless stories and secrets hidden behind those names. His mouth would occasionally twitch slightly, and he seemed to be smiling, but if you looked closely, you would find that there was more of a frosty coldness between the corners of his lips, which made people palpitate.

Suddenly, the voice that seemed so casual paused, as if it was blocked by some thoughts. Then, the voice called out a name in an abrupt way:

"Wei Yan".

Just two simple words, spoken in an extremely calm tone without any ripples. However, for Wei Yan who heard the name, it was like a thunderclap exploding in his ears.

His heart couldn't help but tremble, but despite this, he didn't dare to slow down his actions. He quickly knelt down, clasped his hands and responded:

"Your subordinate is here!"

At this moment, there was an undisguised tremor in Wei Yan's voice, and his slightly shaking hands and trembling voice seemed to reveal his inner unrest.

However, from his expression, it can be seen that when facing the man above, Wei Yan showed absolute respect and awe, the feeling was like an ordinary mortal looking up at the gods in the sky.

It seemed that he had rested enough, and Wei Qianxiang's slender body, which was originally lying on its side, slowly sat up. Although he still looked casual, as his half-closed eyes completely opened, a heavy and cold pressure came from around him, and it seemed that the entire space in the room was stagnant, making people feel suffocated!

As if he had rested sufficiently, the slender figure that was originally lying on its side slowly sat up. His movements seemed extremely casual and natural, as if every subtle movement contained some kind of indescribable sense of wantonness. Although he still looked quite lazy and casual, at the moment when his half-closed eyes were completely opened, a heavy and cold pressure emanated from his body like a tide.

This pressure was like a mountain pressing down, or like frost in the cold winter, freezing cold, making it difficult to breathe, and even the air around seemed to condense because of this strong breath. The entire room seemed to be frozen at this moment, and time also began to flow slowly, and everything fell into a strange stagnation. This feeling was like being tightly strangled by an invisible big hand, making people almost suffocate.

This person is none other than Wei Qianxiang, the head of the Wei Family, one of the four major families in the Tianwu Empire in the Demon Fighting Continent.