You Can’T Stop Me

The cold, calculating eyes of Meng Kang, Meng Yan, and Meng Ze locked onto Horn at the same time. Meng Yan's face twisted in fury as she absorbed the gravity of what had just transpired. The aura of a peak Creation Realm cultivator surged from her, a force like a violent storm.

She had returned from abroad only to find her husband dead and her son tortured—his immortal bones ripped from his body. Rage consumed her, the kind that bordered on madness. She wanted nothing more than to rip Horn apart.

"Mother, be careful," Su Wu warned weakly. "That b*****d has reached the Sky Moon Realm, likely in the middle stages."

Meng Yan's brows furrowed deeply, and she turned to Meng Kang.

"My father... must've died at his hands," she growled.

Meng Kang's voice was cold and venomous. "Don't worry. Even without personal hatred, I'll send him straight to the King of Hell."

In an instant, his aura exploded like a tidal wave, causing the very earth to tremble.

Cold sweat beaded on Mr. Jiang's forehead. "He's at the peak of the Sky Moon Realm!" he gasped.

Jiang Zhan, Mr. Wei, and the others stood frozen, suffocated by the pressure. It was well known that in the Sky Moon Realm, each small advancement was monumental. For Horn, even if he was in the middle stages, facing someone at the peak seemed hopeless.

The odds of Horn being at the same level as Meng Kang—or worse, at the Great Perfection of the Sky Moon Realm—seemed slim to none. Mr. Jiang and the others felt despair grip their hearts.

Meng Ze's voice sliced through the tension. "You b*****d, you killed my grandfather!" His fury boiled over. "I'll make you suffer a fate worse than death, piece by piece, and feed your remains to wild dogs."

His aura, that of a late-stage Sky Control Realm cultivator, surged as he glared at Horn.

Meng Ze, about the same age as Su Wu, was a testament to the power of the Kunlun Mountain tribes. As a top genius in Tianhai, Su Wu's strength paled in comparison to the younger generation of the Meng family.

Suddenly, Meng Ze's gaze landed on Xia Qingying, noticing her bloodied face. "Are you... Xia Qingying? The third lady of the Xia family in Kunlun Mountain?" he asked, startled.

Meng Kang's attention immediately shifted. Years ago, when Xia Qingying turned eighteen, she had returned to her family in Kunlun Mountain for a grand coming-of-age ceremony. Meng Kang and Meng Ze had been there, and Meng Ze had never forgotten her.

The Xia family was ranked ninth among the hundred clans of Kunlun Mountain, while the Meng family barely ranked above fifty. To Meng Kang and Meng Ze, Xia Qingying was someone to be revered.

Meng Ze's voice softened with concern. "Miss Xia, who did this to you?"

Xia Qingying's cold gaze pointed directly at Horn. Meng Ze's eyes darkened with rage. "You miserable wretch," he snarled at Horn. "Do you even understand what kind of family the Xia clan is?"

"The third lady of the Xia family is a princess in Kunlun Mountain! There are countless men who'd die for her. And yet, you dared to harm her?" Meng Ze's fury surged. "If you don't beg for her forgiveness today, I'll make sure everyone you care about dies miserably before your eyes!"

Seeing Meng Ze's fury on her behalf, Xia Qingying's expression softened slightly, though her eyes remained icy.

Horn's indifferent voice cut through the chaos. "Have you barked enough?"

Meng Ze flinched at Horn's words.

"You mad dog," Horn continued, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You want to tear me apart and feed me to wild dogs? You think you can make my life worse than death? Tell me, who do you think will die first—me, or you?"

At that moment, Meng Kang lunged toward Horn, his body moving with blinding speed. "You b*****d, you dare speak so arrogantly?"

The peak of the Sky Moon Realm. His speed was beyond what most could even perceive.

Meng Kang's contemptuous smile grew as he closed the distance. He was certain Horn wouldn't be able to react in time. After all, what did a middle-stage Sky Moon Realm cultivator amount to before him?

Meng Kang's fist shot forward, glowing with destructive power. The ground beneath him trembled, as if about to explode from the force of his attack.

Mr. Jiang and the others could only watch in horror, powerless to intervene.

Jiang Wan's heart clenched. Her body was rigid with fear.

Xia Qingying muttered coldly, "It's over."

Su Wu, unable to move, shouted hoarsely, "You're finished, Horn!"

But in an instant, the smile on Meng Kang's face froze.

His fist passed through nothing but air.

What he struck was merely a shadow of Horn.

Bang, bang, bang! The ground behind Horn exploded in a series of horrific blasts, but Meng Kang's true target had vanished.

Before Meng Kang could recover, Horn appeared in mid-air, directly in front of Meng Ze.

Meng Ze barely had time to react before Horn's hand was around his throat, squeezing tightly. There was no aura or pressure from Horn, yet Meng Ze found himself completely immobilized, unable to move even a finger.

Horn glanced down at Meng Kang, his expression cold and unyielding. "You think you can stop me from killing this dog? You're wrong."

Meng Kang's face turned pale, his fists clenched as his body trembled. "I... I admit defeat!" he stammered. "Let my son go, and we'll leave."

Horn's response was a sickening crack. He crushed Meng Ze's throat effortlessly, letting his body fall limply to the ground.

"Do you think I'll stop just because you beg?" Horn's voice was low and dangerous. "You came here to provoke me. Today, this will be your burial ground."