Chapter 62: What a Spineless Wretch

"Uncle, you're finally here! He's about to beat me to death, please save me!"

An Benyue cried out in bitter agony, acting just like a spoiled child throwing a tantrum in front of his guardian.

An Zhicheng naturally noticed An Benyue's pathetic state, and his stern expression grew even darker.

"Get up and speak properly. No member of the An family is a coward."

After all, An Zhicheng held a high position within the Martial Dao Alliance; his temperament was steady, and he had weathered many storms. He did not immediately fly into a rage.

Moreover, there was another detail that caught his attention.

The culprit who had injured his nephew was currently standing with his back to him.

Yet, the man's figure and silhouette gave him a rather familiar sensation.

Reason told him to figure out the situation first before making a move.

An Benyue cast a cautious glance at Li Moxuan, his voice trembling with a sob: "Uncle, I don't dare..."

"With your uncle here, what is there to be afraid of?"

An Zhicheng stared intently at An Benyue, feeling a sense of disappointment.

An Benyue swallowed hard, looking back and forth between An Zhicheng and Li Moxuan.

Ultimately, overwhelmed by Li Moxuan's terrifying presence, his legs turned to jelly, rendering him utterly incapable of standing.

He was truly terrified!

Seeing An Benyue's spineless display, An Zhicheng let out a disappointed, bitter smile.

"You don't even dare when your uncle is here to back you up? What a spineless wretch!"

His eldest brother, An Lan, the head of the An family, had four legally wedded wives and fathered two sons and two daughters.

The other three children possessed exceptional martial arts talent, steady temperaments, and formidable strength, making them true proud sons and daughters of heaven.

Yet, this youngest son only knew how to indulge in wine and women from dawn till dusk. Every single day, he was either living the high life or on his way to do so.

This time, having finally requested on his own initiative to attend university, he had simply come to flex his status and flirt with female students.

He was truly a piece of mud that could not be plastered onto a wall.

Bothering to waste no more words on An Benyue's worthless nature, An Zhicheng shifted his icy gaze toward Li Moxuan.

"Your Excellency, you've got quite a lot of nerve to lay a hand on someone from the An family. You've injured my nephew to this extent—if you don't give me a satisfactory explanation, I'm afraid you won't be leaving here today!"

As these words fell, Li Moxuan frowned slightly.

Were the members of the An family planning to lie down here neatly in a row?

"Hh... A satisfactory explanation? Very well, very well..."

With his hands clasped behind his back, he slowly turned around.

An Zhicheng felt a gaze akin to that of an ancient primordial beast lock onto him, sending a chill through his entire body.

His expression twisted in sheer horror:

"It's you!"

When An Zhicheng clearly recognized Li Moxuan's face, half of his soul nearly fled in fright.

Last night, the elite experts of the Martial Dao Alliance, led by Vice Alliance Leader Tang Hao, had gone out in full force to hunt down Xue Ming.

It should have been a foolproof operation, but right as success seemed within grasp, a terrifying powerhouse suspected of being a Grandmaster suddenly emerged.

Without even making a move, that Grandmaster-realm Vice Alliance Leader of theirs had been blown away and heavily injured.

As for the Peak Innate expert who had provoked Li Moxuan earlier, he was currently crippled and lying in the ICU for emergency treatment.

An Zhicheng remembered every single detail of this clearly!

Although the lighting had been dim at the time, he had seen the man's face clearly. It was none other than Li Moxuan standing right before him.

His own foolish nephew had actually offended such a terrifying existence?!

Shocked beyond measure, and catching the murderous intent in Li Moxuan's eyes, An Zhicheng trembled violently from head to toe, his legs giving out as he collapsed to his knees.

In front of Li Moxuan, he felt no larger than an ant.

Witnessing this scene, the previously noisy surroundings instantly fell dead silent.

Xiang Peng, Dong Shan, and the others were dumbstruck.

Li Moling and Chen Wenwen wore expressions of utter bewilderment.

"Ah?"

An Benyue's mind went completely blank.

Even Li Moxuan was somewhat taken aback by this turn of events.

He hadn't even struck yet, and neither holiday nor festival was near—why was this guy kowtowing upon meeting him? He hadn't brought any red envelopes.

An Benyue asked in a quivering voice, "Uncle, what are you doing?"

He was so terrified at that moment that his pants were soaked with cold sweat, and a piercing pain radiated from his severed arm.

Why had his final hope knelt down as well?

Forget about An Benyue; even An Zhicheng was shaking.

An Zhicheng glared at him with furious disgust:

"You piece of trash! It's one thing that you're useless and obsessed with debauchery, but how on earth did you dare to offend Lord? Do you want to die that badly?"

"Are you trying to bring ruin upon the entire An family?"

A man who could force the Martial Alliance to back down was someone the An family could ever hope to offend?

This was a Grandmaster-level powerhouse, a living Yama!

In the entire Martial City, the only Grandmaster martial artist was their own Martial Alliance leader.

Beneath the Grandmaster realm, all are mere ants—that was no joke.

Once someone reached this realm, they entered the Dao through martial arts, drawing the energy of heaven and earth into their bodies, possessing a physique that was nearly indestructible.

Even fighting tens of thousands of men single-handedly posed no problem. A single man was equivalent to a thousand armies; he was a true God of War.

As long as such a figure did not make an enemy of all humanity or cause catastrophic harm to the nation, the higher-ups would always turn a blind eye to whatever they did.

After all, the cost of thoroughly offending such a person was simply too great!

It was not something anyone could bear at will.

"Lord?"

An Benyue stared blankly at Li Moxuan, the title leaving him thoroughly confused.

He knew his uncle's status all too well.

For someone like his uncle, a member of the official Martial Alliance, to address this youth as "Lord"...

What kind of existence was he?

He himself was merely a second-generation heir who bullied others by riding on the coattails of his family's influence.

An Zhicheng prostrated himself on the ground in utmost reverence.

"Lord, this entire matter is a hundred times, a thousand times the fault of the An family. My nephew has offended Your Excellency, and I beg Your Excellency to forgive us. I kowtow to beg for your mercy!"

Thud, thud, thud...

Without the slightest hesitation or awkwardness, An Zhicheng kowtowed with absolute resolve.

He knew very well that this might be their only glimmer of survival.

"Do you know who I am?"

Li Moxuan looked down at An Zhicheng with a hint of amusement.

"Reporting to Your Excellency, I am An Zhicheng of the Martial Alliance. I was also present at the scene last night and witnessed Your Excellency's heroic bearing."

Li Moxuan understood instantly.

No wonder he was so terrified; it turned out to be one of those flunkies from the Martial Alliance last night.

At the time, his focus had been entirely on Vice Alliance Leader Tang Hao, paying no attention to the small fry.

"Your nephew here is quite something. On his very first day of school, he demanded that I send my younger sister to his bed, threatening that otherwise she wouldn't be allowed to study here. After I beat him up, he pulled these petty little tricks. Tell me, how should this matter be handled?"

Leisurely, Li Moxuan tossed the difficult problem back to An Zhicheng for him to resolve.

An Zhicheng swallowed hard, looking at An Benyue in absolute disbelief.

Had this idiot lost his mind? Did he really think Martial City University was his personal harem?

Did he think he could pick and choose whichever female student he fancied like choosing dishes from a menu?

Meeting An Zhicheng's gaze, An Benyue shamefully lowered his head.

Judging by Li Moxuan's tone, this matter was certainly not going to be resolved easily.

Yet, he could not simply abandon An Benyue to his fate either.

Hardening his scalp, An Zhicheng said, "This crime is indeed unforgivable, but I beg Your Excellency to spare us for the sake of the An family's bloodline. Whatever demands Your Excellency has, we will offer compensation—we will surely compensate you until Your Excellency is completely satisfied..."

"No..."

Li Moxuan cut An Zhicheng off.

"I only want him dead!"

"Ah?"

A stormy sea churned within An Zhicheng's heart.

Li Moxuan raised two fingers.

"You have only two choices: either he takes his own life to atone for his sins, and this matter ends here."

"Or, I will take his head and personally test the capabilities of the An family!"

Hearing this, a chill spread through An Zhicheng's entire body.

Li Moxuan's style of action was ruthlessly decisive.

He was determined that An Benyue must die!

Otherwise, the entire An family would perish.

The surrounding onlookers were also chilled to the bone.

Who was this young man?

Why was his strength so terrifying?

The man kneeling before him was clearly a high-ranking official figure, yet this youth spoke with such chilling nonchalance, demanding nothing less than An Benyue's life.

To ordinary people, the An family was the pinnacle of elite aristocratic families—local emperors for all intents and purposes.

Terrified out of his wits, An Benyue let out a series of miserable wails and shrieks.

"I don't want to die, Uncle, save me... I don't want to..."

Accustomed as he was to acting tyrannically and without restraint, An Benyue finally tasted the true terror of death.

At this moment, he regretted his actions so deeply his intestines turned green. Why on earth had he provoked such a terrifying existence?