"Still so tough when death is knocking at your door!"

In Mo Cheng's hand was also a pistol, its dark muzzle aimed directly at Qin Heng's head as he sneered, "Son of Qin Fa, the CEO of Daqin Group, crown prince of Wanyi Group, Grand Young Master! Qin Heng, you've hidden your true self quite deep!"

After returning, he had mobilized the Mo family's resources to investigate Qin Heng's identity. Although the Mo's consortium was not able to dig up any high-level information, they managed to uncover Qin Heng's surface identity. After all, too many people were paying attention to a company at the level of Daqin Group.

"Too much nonsense," Qin Heng lay on the bed, speaking indifferently. "Previously, you didn't attempt to kill me, so I didn't kill you either. After all, I am quite a reasonable person."

"So, what you're saying is, if I attempt to kill you now, then you'll try to kill me?" Mo Cheng laughed coldly. "Where did you get such courage and confidence? We have four guns here!"

"No, you don't have a single gun," Qin Heng's expression remained unchanged as he smiled. "In fact, what you're holding in your hands are not guns at all. It's all just an illusion."

"Kid, has fear driven you insane?" The man disguised as a waiter brought his gun up to Qin Heng's face, pressing the pistol against his head, and said icily, "Feel it. Tell me if there's a gun in my hand or not! With just a little pressure from my finger, your head will blossom!"

"Qin Heng, you're not looking so good," Mo Cheng looked down on Qin Heng with contempt. "You're the heir to the trillion-dollar Daqin Group, and a few pistols have frightened you to this extent?"

"HAHAHA! Young Master, this kid must be scared out of his wits right now. That's why he's spouting nonsense," another man holding a pistol laughed. "I've never seen someone with a gun to their head who isn't afraid at all."

"Indeed, this Grand Young Master Qin is only eighteen. The fact that he hasn't wet himself on the spot is already quite impressive," another man said. "He brought this upon himself by daring to provoke our Mo family in Qi Lu. He's asking for death!"

"Grand Young Master Qin, didn't your parents teach you to keep a low profile when you're out in the world?" Mo Cheng's gaze was like ice as he looked at Qin Heng and scoffed, "Even a mighty dragon cannot crush a local serpent, let alone a small fry like you! Daqin Group's main businesses are in Beijing and Shanghai. Qi Lu is not your turf. You're courting death by parading your arrogance here!"

"Mo Cheng, it seems the lesson I gave you previously wasn't profound enough," Qin Heng looked at Mo Cheng and the other three, smiling. "Do you think that just because you have guns, I'm powerless against you? Didn't I say earlier that you don't really have any guns?"

"Still talking rubbish! I'd like to see how you're going to fight back." Mo Cheng sneered, attaching a silencer to his pistol and pointing it at Qin Heng. "Come on, boy! Didn't you say I don't have a gun? Then make your move! The moment you do, I'll shoot! If you want to live, kneel before me and kowtow a hundred times!"

"That's right! Kneel! Kneel before our Young Master!" the three men also shouted, aiming their pistols at Qin Heng's head and laughing loudly. "HAHAHA! Boy, I've heard you're pretty arrogant! Kneel immediately! Otherwise, your grandpas here will blow your brains out right away!"

"A bunch of people immersed in their own fantasies." Qin Heng raised his hand, gently shaking his head and speaking calmly, "I said you don't have guns in your hands, so you don't."

SNAP!

Qin Heng snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, four flames emerged from the void. Their intense heat warped the air, causing ripples to appear as if four small suns had materialized in the room—capable of incinerating all things!

"What is this?! What witchcraft?"

"Fire!? Why are flames appearing out of thin air?!"

"So hot! The temperature is so high! What is this thing?!"

Mo Cheng and the three men screamed in panic, staring in disbelief at the four suddenly appearing flames as they watched them land on their pistols.

Then, SIZZLE!

It sounded like ice being doused with hot water. Under the scorching flames, the four pistols, as if made of paper, were instantly incinerated and melted into pools of molten iron.

"AHHH!!"

"AHH! It hurts, it's so hot!!"

Screams erupted as Mo Cheng and the other three men writhed in agony on the floor, their hands burnt to a crisp, charred beyond human recognition.

"You see, I was right," Qin Heng slowly sat up from the bed. Looking at the four people rolling on the ground, he chuckled. "You really don't have any guns."

What Qin Heng had just unleashed was a Spell—a ninth-tier fire Spell, the Blazing Sun Divine Fire Technique! Cultivating it to the Divinity Transformation Realm allowed one to embody the sun itself, illuminating the universe! Qin Heng was a Cultivator, and Five Elements Spells were his most basic techniques. With a mere thought, a Spell would materialize, possessing boundless power. He was truly formidable!

Even at just the pinnacle of Qi Refinement, there was little in this mundane world that could pose a threat to him.

"You! You! What on earth are you?!" Mo Cheng screamed from the ground, looking at Qin Heng in extreme terror. "Monster! Devil! You are a devil! Those flames just now were from hell!!"

Summoning flames from thin air to melt handguns into molten iron was something entirely beyond an ordinary person's imagination; it was like a scene from a myth!

"Ants, not even recognizing a Spell," Qin Heng said indifferently, "Before, I said you wouldn't see tomorrow's sun. Now, it's time to make good on that promise."

As he spoke, he lifted a finger, and a wisp of crimson flame appeared at its tip.

"Mo Cheng, we had no prior grudges, yet you targeted me repeatedly without reason. In school, you ostracized me; at the airport, you mocked me and even harbored murderous intent! At the Fairy Pavilion, you openly schemed against me, wanting to humiliate me and make me lose face. And now, you've gathered men to try to kill me!"

The flame on Qin Heng's fingertip grew intense as he continued calmly, "If I don't kill you, where would the dignity of the Xuantian Immortal Emperor lie? I've given you chances, but you insisted on courting death."

"You're going to kill me! No, no! You can't do this!!" Mo Cheng finally broke down, crying bitterly and trembling as he pleaded, "Please don't kill me! Please don't!!"

"Go then. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust!" Qin Heng flicked his finger, and the wisp of flame leaped from his fingertip, landing on Mo Cheng.

WHOOSH!

The small flame instantly expanded, engulfing Mo Cheng's entire body!

"AHHH!!" Mo Cheng screamed, rolling and thrashing in the flames, his roars hoarse with rage. "Qin Heng! Qin Heng! You'll die a horrible death! My Mo family will not let you off!!"

"The Mo family?" Qin Heng stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent. "Mo Cheng, you know nothing of a Cultivator's might. From now on, the Mo family will be under my control."

"AH! AHHH!!" Mo Cheng's screams turned to ash along with his body, which ceased to exist completely. When the flames dissipated, all that remained on the ground was a pile of cinders.

For normal people, this was as dead as one could be. But for Cultivators like Qin Heng, it was different. Death was never the end!

Qin Heng nonchalantly turned the remaining three men into ashes. Then, he lifted a finger, a wisp of eerie blue light glowing at its tip, cold and chilling.

He gently gestured towards Mo Cheng's ashes and said softly,

"Soul Detention!"

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