I Guess? Guess You'll Kneel

"Closer!"

The young man continued playing the zither.

He heard sonic booms, like rolling thunder drawing near.

But he did not care.

A martial artist from the Great Gan Empire—even one at the Third Limit—was nothing to fear.

What he relied on was not merely his own foundation and realm.

What he relied on was the absolute confidence he had fought and slaughtered his way to earn in the Great Zhou Empire.

What he relied on were the countless heads rolling beneath his feet.

How many prodigies, how many outstanding talents had he slain?

He possessed the courage to face every enemy.

The gate suddenly exploded.

A crimson streak shot straight toward the young man playing the zither.

Killing intent descended like a mountain, suppressing the zither player.

The young man's pupils shrank. He hooked a string with his finger, then released it.

Twang! Twang!

The zither notes materialized, like clashing metal and charging warhorses, rushing toward Chu Qing.

Crack!

Crack!

Chu Qing's sound barrier was instantly cleaved apart by the zither notes of metal and warhorses.

The remaining tide of metal and warhorses crashed toward Chu Qing.

He threw a punch!

The metal and warhorses exploded.

The zither player's pupils shrank.

Holding his zither, he retreated through the air and said calmly, "Kid, you're Chu Qing?"

"Not bad."

"Unfortunately... merely not bad!"

Chu Qing could not be bothered to respond.

He casually tossed aside the Full Moon expert, rolled up his sleeves, and charged at the zither-holding youth like a fierce tiger descending the mountain.

He wanted to kill someone to establish his authority.

To kill the chicken and scare the monkeys.

First, he would forcefully slaughter this youth, then threaten everyone else into handing over the Viscera Secret Transmission!

Daoist Master Zi Qing continued offering incense to the