I heard the Sanhe Gang is going around investigating anyone connected to George Mason.”

From the start, Samuel Thompson never thought that George Mason and William Clark’s deaths had anything to do with Adam Harper.

All of them were just rookie apprentices at the martial arts school—how could they possibly kill a gang leader like William Clark, whose hands were stained with blood?

It was just that yesterday Adam Harper had asked about George Mason, and today George Mason was dead. That was a bit too much of a coincidence.

Adam Harper patted Samuel Thompson on the shoulder. “Thanks.”

“We’re brothers—no need to say that.”

Not to mention that it wasn’t Adam Harper who killed George Mason; even if it really was Adam Harper, Samuel Thompson would only applaud him.

Both George Mason and his father were prison wardens, but George Mason’s father was greedier and more ruthless, and had bullied his own father many times at the county office.

George Mason was also older than him, and used to bully him as a child, even stealing his pocket money.

That’s why earlier Samuel Thompson called George Mason a grandson—he hated him to the core.

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out at the entrance of the martial arts school.

Kevin Grant, leading more than a dozen burly, fierce-looking Sanhe Gang members, strode into Zhenwei Martial Arts School.

James Thompson, expressionless, parted the crowd of disciples and walked up to Kevin Grant, saying in a deep voice, “What brings Gang Leader Grant to my Zhenwei Martial Arts School?”

“I just want an explanation from you, Master Thompson.”

Kevin Grant wore a fake smile. “My subordinate William Clark was killed last night, struck down by the Vajra Fist.

You, Master Thompson, were once a lay disciple of the Vajra Prajna Monastery, and Zhenwei Martial Arts School is most famous for the Vajra Fist. Shouldn’t you give me an explanation?”

“Utterly ridiculous!”

James Thompson was so angry he laughed. “Back then, the Vajra Prajna Monastery agreed to let all lay disciples teach the Vajra Fist to expand its influence.

There are tens of thousands who know the Vajra Fist in this world!

Besides, I have no enmity with your Sanhe Gang. Why would I go out of my way to kill one of your leaders?”

Kevin Grant spoke slowly, “No need to get upset, Master Thompson. I never said you killed my man.

But you have so many disciples here who know the Vajra Fist. What about them?

Let me check each one. If I find nothing, I’ll leave. How about it?”

James Thompson replied coldly, “These disciples of mine have only been here for half a year. How could they go out and kill someone?

Check whoever you want, Kevin Grant, but aren’t you being a bit too overbearing?

If you want to investigate the school, you’ll have to get past me first!”

“Fine, then let me experience your White Ape Long Arm Fist, Master Thompson!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Kevin Grant suddenly struck, his figure flickering as he appeared right in front of James Thompson.

His hands, white as jade and the envy of women, now surged with blood and energy, veins bulging.

In an instant, they turned a bluish-black, his fingers thick as carrots, resembling ghostly claws.

Jade-Shattering Hands!

James Thompson twisted his waist and hips, and his arms suddenly lengthened, like a white ape in the mountains.

His arms lashed out like two iron whips, and a fierce explosion echoed through the air.

“Bang!”

The White Ape Long Arm Fist and Jade-Shattering Hands collided with a thunderous roar, the shockwave making everyone’s eardrums ache.

The floor tiles beneath their feet shattered inch by inch as both men took a step back.

Kevin Grant withdrew his Jade-Shattering Hands and laughed loudly. “Master Thompson, your White Ape Long Arm Fist truly lives up to its reputation. I won’t investigate Zhenwei Martial Arts School today.

But if I find out the killer of my man really came from Zhenwei, next time I won’t come alone.”

With that, Kevin Grant turned and left.

He was only suspicious of Zhenwei Martial Arts School, but had no evidence.

So Kevin Grant came today for two reasons.

One was to “shake the mountain to scare the tiger”—if the real killer heard the news, maybe they’d slip up.

The other was to show off his strength. If his own subordinate was killed and he didn’t even make a sound, wouldn’t people think he was easy to bully?

Whether or not William Clark’s death had anything to do with James Thompson, he had to make this trip.

In terms of strength, the two were actually evenly matched.

Right now, he didn’t have enough evidence, so he exchanged a single move for face and left.

If he really had evidence, today James Thompson would be facing all three Sanhe Gang leaders.

“Close the doors! Back to training!”

James Thompson returned to the school with a dark face.

He felt like he was just out of luck.

Of all the martial arts to use, why did the killer have to use the Vajra Fist?

And the Sanhe Gang was just too overbearing, barging in without any evidence.

In the training ground, Samuel Thompson looked at the footprints left by the two men’s exchange—each one sunk more than half a foot into the bluestone tiles—and couldn’t help but gasp.

“Holy crap! Is this the power of a Xiantian Mortal-Shedding realm martial artist? If they really fought all out, wouldn’t they tear the whole building down?”

“Don’t forget what the master said: Postnatal and Xiantian are just the beginning of the martial path. There are even more realms ahead of us.”

Samuel Thompson shook his head. “Come on, if we can reach the Xiantian realm in this lifetime, that’s already amazing.

As long as you reach Xiantian, you’re a top figure in Blackstone County—even the county magistrate would have to treat you with respect.”

Adam Harper didn’t say anything, but his eyes were filled with a thirst for power.

Samuel Thompson felt that Xiantian was the limit, but after witnessing the might of the Xiantian Mortal-Shedding realm today, Adam Harper only wanted more than ever to see what the martial path beyond Xiantian was truly like.