Innate Cultivation Method

At that moment, Bai Ze suddenly raised his head as well, staring dead ahead, stormy waves surging in his heart.

After all, the cultivation method section on his system panel had always displayed nothing.

More importantly, the acquired realms mostly used martial skills to temper the body, but to break through into the Innate Realm, one had to possess a cultivation method and nurture inner qi within the body.

It could be said that a cultivation method was indispensable for breaking from the acquired realms into the Innate Realm.

Moreover, in the five years Bai Ze had spent in Changqing County, he had never once heard of an Innate Cultivation Method.

Yet who could have imagined that Black Tiger possessed one?

Just as Bai Ze was considering whether there was a way to obtain it, Pang Feilong on the opposite side had already launched his attack.

Seeing Black Panther's disbelieving expression, he wasted no more words and charged forward with his saber. The people from Wolong Valley and Old Gang Leader Black Tiger's men behind him did the same.

Although Black Panther still found it hard to accept, seeing the enemy charging at them, he let out a furious roar. "I fucking refuse to believe that bastard Black Tiger has an Innate Cultivation Method!"

"Whether it's real or fake, brothers, kill them all! Leave not a single one alive!"

"Kill!"

Amid his roar, the great battle erupted completely. Both sides threw themselves into the fight.

Black Panther had no path of retreat now. He hacked wildly, charging through them as though entering uninhabited territory.

With the formidable strength of the Blood Changing Realm, he chopped the people before him apart as if they were watermelons.

Pang Feilong saw this scene, a vicious expression appearing on his face as he leaped forward.

Seeing this, Black Tiger showed no fear whatsoever and roared, "Good! Die for me!"

Bang!

The violent collision was deafening, and the tremendous force forced both men to stagger several steps back.

But Pang Feilong's strength was clearly more profound. He took two fewer steps than Black Panther before steadying himself, then the two clashed once more.

Old Gang Leader Black Tiger joined the battle as well. Though his severe injuries had yet to heal, the strength of the Blood Changing Realm was still not something ordinary Viscera Refining Realm martial artists could compare to.

Watching the enemy massacre their way through the battlefield, Bai Ze did not immediately step forward, even though he wanted the Innate Cultivation Method.

Scarred Leopard noticed this, his eyes bloodshot as he charged straight at Black Tiger.

He roared, "You damned old bastard, I'm taking your life!"

"Just you?"

Seeing Scarred Leopard rushing at him, Old Gang Leader Black Tiger wore a disdainful sneer.

The great saber in his hand came crashing down like Fierce Tiger Descends the Mountain.

Yet under Scarred Leopard's suicidal assault, he was able to rely on his Perfected Viscera Refining Realm strength to fight Black Tiger to a standstill for the time being.

The entire headquarters had already descended into chaos. Severed limbs and broken arms lay everywhere, while countless people fell into pools of blood in the blink of an eye.

The longsword in Bai Ze's hand flashed like lightning, sweeping through the enemies before him like a gale scattering fallen leaves.

Facing a group of Bone Refining Realm martial artists, they had no chance to react before their throats were slit or their chests pierced through.

Naturally, this drew the attention of a burly man from Wolong Valley, whose muscles were like forged steel.

He swung his spiked club down at Bai Ze, but Bai Ze swiftly dodged with a flash, and the strike left crack after crack in the ground.

The man opened his bloodthirsty maw and laughed. "Hahahaha! What a nimble little monkey. But monkeys are what I hate most. Watch me smash you into minced meat!"

"Die for me!"

With that, he gripped the enormous spiked club in both hands, spun three hundred and sixty degrees, then smashed it down viciously like a dragon whirlwind.

Seeing this, Bai Ze silently sighed, his gaze turning cold as he gripped his longsword and met the attack.

He had only planned to kill a few small fry and fish in troubled waters. He had not expected this man to deliver himself right to his door.

Whoosh!

Clang!

Clang!

Bai Ze's longsword transformed into a series of afterimages as he unleashed the first move of Star Point Swordplay, Lamplight Shine.

The dense sword shadows caught the man completely off guard, leaving him unable to distinguish the real from the false.

Seeing this, the burly man hurriedly used his spiked club to block, disbelief filling his eyes. Despite his Late Viscera Refining Realm strength, he had been forced into such a miserable state.

Whoosh!

At that moment, a streak of white light flashed amid the dense sword shadows, accompanied by a clear sword cry.

By the time he saw it clearly, Bai Ze's longsword had already pierced through his chest.

Bai Ze did not pause in the slightest. After pulling out his sword, he darted into the crowd at the side.

As he fought, he moved toward the flank. A group of Bone Refining Realm martial artists and early-to-mid Viscera Refining Realm martial artists were no more than a single sword strike to him.

Thus, under Bai Ze's deliberate guidance, he gradually moved away from the center of the battle.

His longsword swept out swiftly, slicing open the throats of the three men before him.

Then he leaped into the air and launched a series of flying side kicks. At the same time, he used this opportunity to circulate Lightning Step with all his strength, flashing toward the inner courtyard of the headquarters.

The battle was exceptionally brutal, and with so many people involved, the scene was particularly chaotic.

With Bai Ze's speed, no one else noticed him.

Meanwhile,

The county magistrate's side was leisurely and relaxed. While the Black Tiger Gang fought fiercely, he calmly drank his wine.

It was as though he did not care in the least how the Black Tiger Gang's battle would end.

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open. The person who entered was Song Nanjun, who had disappeared earlier, followed by seven or eight gang members wielding sabers and radiating murderous intent.

Seeing this, the county magistrate could not help rising to his feet and retreating several steps. Pointing at Song Nanjun, he asked in disbelief, "Y-you, why are you here? Why didn't you go to the Black Tiger Gang with your father?"

"Hehe."

Hearing this, Song Nanjun sneered and sat down on the sofa directly across from where the county magistrate had been sitting.

He took two bites of food and a sip of wine, smiling at the man with killing intent filling his eyes.

He said, "Our esteemed county magistrate, the fighting at the Black Tiger Gang is so fierce, yet you're having quite a pleasant time here!"

"As for why I'm here, isn't it because my father was afraid you would be lonely? So he specifically sent me to see you off."

"Come, don't stand on ceremony. Once you've eaten and drunk your fill, you can be on your way."

"Don't worry. That thing Qin Ming will soon go down to keep you company. Perhaps he's already down there."

"You came to kill me?"

Hearing the county magistrate say this, Song Nanjun revealed a mocking smile, as if to say, Isn't that obvious?

Thinking of how his father had previously needed to give this man some face, while he could now treat him however he pleased, Song Nanjun felt indescribably delighted.