Grace Bennett turned her head and happened to catch sight of William Harper's slightly youthful yet handsome profile.

Chapter 5: Can't Kill Him

"What are you doing here? You're no match for him!"

Grace Bennett gritted her teeth and said. After being reborn for seven days, aside from her adoptive parents, she only had some fondness for William Harper, and didn't want this young man to die tonight.

William Harper held Grace Bennett with one arm, his feet moving with the Absolute Shadow Step, constantly shifting his steps to dodge the attacks of golden beams. He didn't flee directly, but kept dodging back and forth in the area.

"I'm not, but are you now?"

William Harper didn't glance at Grace Bennett in his arms. He answered calmly, his gaze fixed tightly on the blue-robed Daoist floating in midair.

Grace Bennett fell silent, unable to reply.

At this moment, the blue-robed Daoist's attacks ceased. William Harper landed atop a broken wall, and Grace Bennett naturally slipped out of his embrace, keeping a proper distance from him.

"Is this magic? Is the bottom tier of the cultivation world really this strong? You weren't lying to me?"

William Harper stared at the blue-robed Daoist and asked in a low voice.

The destructive power of those golden beams was terrifying. While dodging earlier, William Harper had felt an unprecedented sense of danger, his mind taut, not daring to be careless.

Grace Bennett took a deep breath and said, "His level is indeed at the bottom of the cultivation world, but he holds two magical artifacts. At his level, he counts as a top expert. However, with his spiritual power, he can't keep up attacks like that for long."

Hearing this, William Harper immediately understood.

Under his gaze, the blue-robed Daoist, who had been high above, descended. Apparently, standing in midair looked impressive, but it was also very draining.

"Who are you?"

The blue-robed Daoist stared intently at William Harper and asked in a deep voice.

William Harper's movement technique was unlike any martial artist he had seen, even surpassing most Qi Cultivation stage cultivators. He couldn't see through William Harper's identity for now, but Grace Bennett's poison let him confirm that this woman was a cultivator.

William Harper raised his sword and said, "If you want to ask someone else's name, shouldn't you introduce yourself first?"

The blue-robed Daoist sneered coldly and said, "Then let me see what gives you the courage to resist!"

He suddenly charged at William Harper and Grace Bennett, moving much faster than the black-clad men from before.

William Harper advanced instead of retreating, raising his sword to attack the Daoist.

The two moved as swiftly as arrows, and in the blink of an eye were less than seven steps apart. William Harper swung his sword, while the Daoist sidestepped and swept his horsetail whisk.

So fast!

Both thought the same thing at once. William Harper was surprised at the cultivator's physical reaction speed, while the Daoist was amazed by his footwork. Just what level of Qi Cultivation was this kid?

They dodged each other's moves, launching into a fierce and rapid duel, attacking each other in the courtyard's open space. Sand and stones flew, but neither could injure the other in a short time.

Seeing William Harper and the Daoist locked in such an even fight, Grace Bennett couldn't help but be moved. She realized she had underestimated this boy.

"With such strength, he can already match a seventh or eighth level Qi Cultivation cultivator. But he's just a martial artist—could he have reached the legendary realm of martial arts?"

Grace Bennett was secretly shocked, especially since she knew William Harper's age.

So powerful at just sixteen...

Such perception and talent were simply astonishing!

Although martial arts and cultivation were different, there were some similarities. A martial arts genius would not be lacking in talent on the path of cultivation, especially in terms of perception.

Grace Bennett's appreciation for William Harper deepened. Meanwhile, some of the Fang family experts quickly arrived. When they saw William Harper fighting the Daoist, they all instinctively stopped in their tracks.

William Harper, dressed in white, moved like a phantom, his sword gleaming coldly under the night. The blue-robed Daoist was like a celestial crane—at first glance, he seemed slower than William Harper, but always managed to easily dodge William Harper's attacks.

"So fast!"

"Is that even human speed? Is that Young Master William Harper?"

"I never thought the thirteenth young master's martial arts were so high. I heard from Tom that quite a few experts were killed by the thirteenth young master."

"Is that guy even human? He looks like he's floating!"

"We'd better not act rashly, so we don't distract Young Master William Harper!"

The Fang family experts whispered among themselves. Some were William Harper's relatives, and they were the most shocked, never expecting William Harper to be so formidable.

The blue-robed Daoist swept his horsetail whisk, striking William Harper's treasured sword. A tremendous force sent William Harper staggering back.

"Not a trace of spiritual power—are you just skilled in martial arts, and only in technique?" the Daoist said coldly.

William Harper hadn't used any true qi, relying solely on swordsmanship and footwork. This was his first time fighting with all his might, his body and mind tense.

He had underestimated cultivators, thinking that since they meditated all year, their physical strength might be weaker than martial artists. Now he saw that wasn't the case. After this exchange, he had a better grasp of the Daoist's strength.

The Daoist raised his left hand, and the yellow talisman shot out golden beams at William Harper. William Harper immediately dodged.

More and more Fang family experts arrived, even the previously injured Charles Harper.

Earlier, when they saw the Daoist use magical artifacts, they were all shocked. Now, seeing the talisman's wonders up close, they were even more terrified.

"Demon Daoist..."

A middle-aged servant gripping a staff said in a trembling voice, his eyes full of fear.