The Scarlet Slaughterstorm

Zheng Qingcang did not want to die.

He wanted to poison him, but feared Chu Qing would notice.

He wanted to resist with force.

But when he saw Zheng Zixuan's shriveled corpse, he fell silent.

All the experts in Feng City combined were no match for Zheng Zixuan.

Yet Zheng Zixuan had been beaten to death by Chu Qing in less than a dozen seconds.

Just how powerful was this Chu Qing?

He could not afford to provoke him.

He could not beat him.

He could only accept his fate.

So, he obediently prepared a feast to catch the wind for Chu Qing.

A delicate woman waited on him at the side.

The woman's lover kept thanking him nearby.

"Shut up!"

Chu Qing found him troublesome.

"You don't need to thank me. If you must thank someone, thank fate!"

The woman's lover was bewildered.

Crack!

Chu Qing ate and drank ravenously.

He swallowed an ox tendon in one bite.

He swallowed lamb ribs, meat and bones together.

As for fine wine, he drained an entire jar at a time.

Gurgle!

Gurgle!

His stomach rumbled like rolling thunder, or like a golden toad croaking noisily.

Zheng Qingcang stood cautiously to one side.

Seeing Chu Qing eat so much and eat so well, he secretly let out a sigh of relief.

He had been this obedient already. Surely... he would not die now.

Very soon:

The food was all gone.

Quite satisfied, Chu Qing patted Zheng Qingcang on the head and said, "You're not bad!"

"Back in my hometown, there's a saying: Those who recognize the times are heroes!"

"You are a hero!"

Zheng Qingcang smiled ingratiatingly. "Master, how could I be any hero? I'm merely a dog at your feet!"

Chu Qing laughed heartily, patting his head as though he were