Kawashima Yosuke couldn’t help but sigh in admiration. With such strength, even within the Kawashima family, only the patriarch and absolute core figures like Kawashima Yumi could compare. Among the younger generation of Xu Fei’s age, almost none could match him.
Xu Fei gave a calm smile. “There’s even more impressive stuff. Let me show you a bit, so you won’t doubt my ability to overpower the two families!”
With that, he activated the formation, recreating the details of the previous battle, replicating its overwhelming might.
Xu Fei used the combined attack techniques of the Qiushan and Hengjiang families’ guards from when they attacked him, but on a much larger scale and with greater force.
Watching the surging wave of lightning with unstoppable power, Kawashima Yosuke was utterly stunned.
Xu Fei was indeed formidable, but this also made Yosuke think of another issue.
If Xu Fei became uncontrollable, wouldn’t the Kawashima family end up in the same dire straits as the other two families?
This thought sparked fear in Yosuke, but then another idea struck him.
Perhaps he could use his daughter, Kawashima Miki, and her relationship with Xu Fei as leverage to at least protect the family!
“Impressive, truly impressive! A young hero indeed!” Yosuke praised.
Noticing the uncontrollable fear in the eyes of those around him, Xu Fei realized he might have overdone it.
He quickly said humbly, “You’re too kind. It’s all thanks to my late master, Senior Kawashima Ichiro, who worked hard to teach me so much.”
“Besides, I’m just borrowing the power of the ancestral land’s ancient god to seem this strong!”
Hearing Xu Fei mention the ancient god, Yosuke glanced at the statue in the center of the altar and instinctively asked, “Ancient god? So you’ve connected with it?”
In the legends of the Kawashima, Qiushan, and Hengjiang families, the ancient god was believed to still exist. Otherwise, the three families wouldn’t worship it so fervently or take pride in being its successors.
Their struggle for the ancestral land was solely to gain the ancient god’s inheritance.
So, hearing Xu Fei’s words, Yosuke’s hopes surged.
“Sort of,” Xu Fei replied. “I only know that what’s left here is just a clone. Those who master the Heavenly Path Divine Needle are considered the ancient god’s envoys—like me—so I can borrow its power here!”
Xu Fei said this to deliberately downplay his own strength, creating the illusion in Yosuke and the others that he was only formidable in the ancestral land and would be ordinary elsewhere.
By showing weakness, Xu Fei could better discern people’s true faces and see who was reliable in critical moments.
Unaware this was a subtle test, Yosuke began to revere Xu Fei, eagerly anticipating the day of the ancestral land contest when Xu Fei would single-handedly crush the two families.
“Three days remain until the contest. For the next three days, you must lie low and wait quietly. No one is to act rashly, lest we alert the enemy!”
