Crossing the Two Realms: From a Trader to an Immortal Emperor - Chapter 10

Chen Le’an showed no trace of fear.

He cast a cold glance at Liu Qiang, then reached into his robe and pulled out what appeared to be an ordinary grenade. Without hesitation, he hurled it forward.

The guards stared blankly, completely clueless about what this object was. They couldn’t sense any spiritual energy from it.

They watched in confusion as the grenade landed on the ground—

And then—

“Boom!”

A deafening explosion erupted, sending shockwaves tearing through the air. Dust and debris flew in all directions, and flames burst forth in a chaotic blaze.

The Qi Refinement ninth-level guard caught in the blast was instantly consumed. He collapsed straight to the ground, not even given a chance to resist.

The scene left everyone in stunned silence. They had never witnessed such a powerful explosion before. More than that, they never expected Chen Le’an to have such a trump card.

Liu Qiang, too, was momentarily dazed. He had not anticipated that Chen Le’an possessed such methods.

That explosion just now had unsettled even him.

“I didn’t think you had such tricks up your sleeve.”

A sharp gleam flickered in Liu Qiang’s eyes.

If that grenade had landed near him while he was unguarded, even he would have suffered serious injuries.

“What are you all standing around for? Seize that filthy peasant!”

Liu Qiang roared in fury.

A mere peasant, someone of such lowly status, had actually managed to instill a sliver of fear in him—the son of a powerful landlord, a cultivator of noble lineage.

This was a humiliation he could not tolerate.

At his command, more than a dozen strong guards rushed forward like ravenous wolves, surrounding Chen Le’an.

Their faces were fierce and merciless, filled with murderous intent. Among them, four or five were at the ninth level of Qi Refinement.

These were not ordinary tenant farmers. They were elite cultivators, handpicked and trained in the art of combat and spellcasting.

Multi-colored spells filled the air like dazzling fireworks, surging toward Chen Le’an in an overwhelming wave of destruction.

Fire, ice, lightning… A deadly web of elemental forces closed in on him.

But despite the lethal barrage, Chen Le’an did not falter.

Instead, the corners of his lips curled into a cold smirk.

His Wind God’s Kick—the technique he had relentlessly trained—was now in full effect!

His speed was ten times faster than an ordinary Qi Refinement sixth-level cultivator.

Even a Foundation Establishment cultivator without their flying sword wouldn’t be able to match his agility.

Like a phantom, he weaved through the guards, dodging each lethal strike with impeccable precision.

At the same time, he counterattacked.

Every now and then, he pulled out another grenade, employing the techniques from “The 36 Ways of Hidden Weapons” to hurl them at unpredictable, deadly angles.

The grenades traced graceful arcs through the air before erupting in thunderous explosions.

The force was devastating.

Chen Le’an was clad in three layers of bulletproof vests, crafted from special materials that could even withstand the attacks of Liu Qiang, a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

The Qi Refinement-level spells? They barely scratched him.

Of course, the impact still hurt—but he gritted his teeth and endured it.

As the relentless explosions continued to detonate, the once-arrogant guards began to fall one after another.

Their bodies were torn apart, their flesh mangled beyond recognition.

Those who survived were gripped by sheer terror, their faces drained of bl00d. They stumbled backward, no longer willing to charge forward.

In just moments, only a single guard remained—a mere Qi Refinement fifth-level cultivator.

He was trembling, his face ashen. His legs were shaking so badly that he could barely remain standing.

Seeing this, Chen Le’an’s smirk widened.

With a sudden burst of speed, he lunged forward like a predator closing in on its prey.

His right leg shot up—

And then came a thunderous kick.

“Boom!”

The final guard was sent flying like a ragdoll, crashing onto the ground in a motionless heap.

Chen Le’an stood tall, panting heavily, his chest rising and falling with exertion.

His eyes burned with unrelenting fury as they locked onto Liu Qiang.

They were blazing flames of vengeance.

Old Wan’s death was an unerasable brand upon his soul.

No matter how vast the power gap—no matter how overwhelming the odds—he would have his revenge.

Even if his enemy was a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

Liu Qiang applauded.

His lips curled into a mocking smirk, his expression filled with amusement—as though he were simply enjoying an entertaining performance.

“Well, well. I never would have expected this.”

He looked down at Chen Le’an with a condescending gaze.

“A mere peasant at the third level of Qi Refinement, yet you managed to wipe out the elite guards of my Liu family. I have to admit, you do have some skill.”

“But,” Liu Qiang continued, his smirk deepening, “I am a man who values talent.”

His voice carried the air of a noble granting mercy.

“If you swear loyalty to me, become my servant, then I’ll overlook today’s events. I’ll let bygones be bygones. How about it? I’m offering you a rare opportunity.”

He looked down on Chen Le’an as though he were being generous—as if servitude under him was a privilege that should be met with gratitude.

But in response—

Chen Le’an raised his middle finger.

Liu Qiang froze.

He didn’t quite understand the gesture, but something about it screamed defiance and contempt.

A cold shadow passed over his face.

A killing intent flickered in his eyes.

“You don’t know what’s good for you.”

Liu Qiang’s voice turned frigid. With a flick of his fingers, a streak of golden light shot toward Chen Le’an like a bolt of lightning.

Chen Le’an was ready. He rolled to the side, narrowly dodging the attack.

But then—another golden beam!

And another!

The relentless barrage forced him onto the defensive.

Then—

“Bang!”

A golden light struck his bulletproof helmet.

The force slammed into him like a sledgehammer. His body crashed to the ground, motionless.

Liu Qiang smirked in derision.

He strode forward slowly, savoring the moment—the joy of crushing the weak beneath his feet.

“An ant dares to challenge the sun and moon? How utterly laughable.”

“You should have known your place.”

His foot swung forward.

A brutal kick, infused with the full power of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Chen Le’an was sent hurtling backward like a discarded leaf in a storm.

Bl00d trickled from his lips. His body screamed in pain.

Liu Qiang laughed.

But then—

A glint of silver streaked through the air.

Something shot out from Chen Le’an’s hand.

It was—

A cluster grenade.

His final, carefully prepared trump card.

Everything—his struggle, his resistance—had been leading up to this moment.

The grenade soared through the air—

Straight for Liu Qiang’s face.

His expression changed.

He tried to dodge—

But too late.

Boom!

A massive explosion erupted.

The shockwave sent Liu Qiang’s entire body flying.

Smoke and fire engulfed the battlefield.

The very air shook with the force.

His spiritual-grade armor—

Shattered to pieces.