“Puh...” David Bolton stood up, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He struggled to his feet, eyes full of terror as he stared at William Carter, who was once again walking out of the house.

At this moment, the thing he just didn’t want to believe, didn’t dare to believe, he now had to face.

Foundation Establishment—this kid really had reached Foundation Establishment, and had directly forged a golden spiritual pool.

Why would this happen? He had never cultivated before. Had he been pretending all these years?

No, impossible. That’s not something you can fake. When he hit himself before, he was still an ordinary mortal. How could he become a Foundation Establishment cultivator with a golden spiritual pool overnight? How could this be?

“Kill... Kill him! I’ll give you ten million gold, no, I’ll give you ten thousand spirit jade coins, and three spiritual artifacts. Kill him—whoever kills him gets it all!” David Bolton’s mouth was full of blood, and the place on his face where William Carter had slapped him was swollen like a steamed bun. The spot where William Carter had just kicked him had several broken bones. Now, seeing William Carter walk out again, David Bolton screamed hysterically with all his might.

“Kill!” Whether it was Jack Smith or the group under his command, they were all desperados to begin with.

The reward David Bolton suddenly shouted out had completely driven them mad, and in an instant, they all lunged at William Carter.

Stepping out into the courtyard, the air was thick with the smell of blood, and dozens of corpses lay scattered. William Carter had been just an ordinary student on Earth. After entering the Immortal Realm, although he couldn’t cultivate, he had traveled everywhere during his hundred years there, even to places like the Abyss of the Demon Realm. The bloody and brutal scenes he had witnessed were a thousand times more savage than this, not to mention the final, earth-shattering battle in the Immortal Realm.

So even though he had no power, scenes like this, these seemingly fierce and vicious bandits, would not affect him in the slightest.

“Bang, bang, bang...” Not only was he unaffected, but just as they pounced on him like prey, William Carter flicked his fingers lightly. It was as if he was casually flicking in the air, but with each flick, a golden stream of spiritual energy shot out.

And in the next moment, each bandit rushing forward had their forehead pierced through.

“No... something’s... wrong... bang...” Only Jack Smith reacted in time, instantly blocking his forehead with the Demon Hammer, but the powerful impact still sent him flying.

“Ah...” David Bolton, who had just been screaming hysterically, and the many bloodthirsty, savage bandits, all fell silent in an instant.

“Damn it... ah, you damn bastard... He’s a cultivator! You set us up! I’ll never forgive you! Run, boys!” Jack Smith was crazy, but he wasn’t stupid—he wouldn’t have survived this long otherwise. Now, getting up and seeing his shattered Demon Hammer, he roared and tried to escape with the remaining men.

The moment they heard “cultivator,” the bandits’ faces changed dramatically. Any cultivator was a being from another world compared to them, not someone they could possibly fight. True cultivators were beings who transcended the mundane; these bandits were merely people walking the bridge between mortals and cultivators.

Hearing Jack Smith shout, the group immediately scattered. Even though those at the Qi Drawing stage were called cultivators, compared to a true cultivator, the difference was like that between a mouse and a cat—completely different levels.

This gap was even greater than that between the Qi Drawing stage and ordinary people. The higher you went, the greater the difference. There was simply no comparison. Why wouldn’t they run?

“Condensing Air Finger.” William Carter spoke, flicking his finger again, using the only move he knew.

During his hundred years in the Immortal Realm, William Carter had devoted himself to researching how to create an unprecedented method of Foundation Establishment. For this, he had specialized in dozens of different fields: formations, alchemy, talismans, beasts, demons, artifact refining, and more.

He hadn’t even had time to study combat techniques, let alone powerful immortal arts. In fact, he didn’t know any spiritual techniques at all, because those were of no help to him in leaping directly from Qi Drawing to Foundation Establishment. He simply hadn’t had time to study anything that came after Foundation Establishment.

This Condensing Air Finger was something he picked up after Foundation Establishment, while chatting with Little Tommy. He had first asked Little Tommy for a set of methods to restore his body, which had been damaged by his forced Foundation Establishment. When he saw a surge of spiritual energy, it reminded him of the concept of an air cannon from Earth.

Little Tommy immediately mentioned a few simple methods to condense and compress air. William Carter casually tried it out, using it to shoot at fallen leaves in the courtyard. Soon after, the Immortal Scripture Pavilion was surrounded, and he and Little Tommy had to begin their escape.

“Bang... bang... bang...” It was just a simple finger technique that condensed his own spiritual energy and compressed the surrounding air, but in William Carter’s hands, it was so fast that the bandits fleeing in a dozen different directions had no chance to dodge.

Only Jack Smith, even in midair, could change direction a bit. But William Carter simply targeted him with a few more shots. Although he avoided the vital points, Jack Smith was still shot through the chest and abdomen and fell to the ground.

“I’ll fight you to the death... whoosh...” When Jack Smith and the others scattered in all directions, David Bolton was already prepared. He was terrified. Though it was hard to believe that this good-for-nothing had reached Foundation Establishment without ever cultivating—such an unbelievable, even bizarre thing could happen—right now, he saw no hope of victory except to run.

But seeing what happened to Jack Smith and the others, his heart trembled. With a furious roar, a sword light shot out.