Slaughter! Hidden Weapons!

The head of the White Lotus Sect's medicine stash, Zhao Tashan, was a burly man standing nine feet tall, his body packed with muscle.

His long hair was tied into a braid that hung from the back of his head all the way down to his tailbone.

When a lackey came to report the situation, he was bare-chested, gnawing on a chunk of raw beef with his left hand while clutching a basin-sized bowl of strong liquor in his right, drinking it like a cow gulping water.

"What? Someone dares to mess with our White Lotus Sect?"

Zhao Tashan's eyes bulged like copper bells as he listened to his subordinate's report.

His face was a mass of cruel flesh, already hideous, and when his eyes widened, his expression turned even more terrifying—enough to make a child cry.

"Boss, should we go out and take a look?" asked a White Lotus disciple drinking at the same table as Zhao Tashan.

He was a Two-Blood Warrior, the deputy head of this outpost, and usually had a say in matters here.

Zhao Tashan squinted his half-drunk eyes. "We've got a lot of herbs here. That guy might be trying to lure us out with a diversion, then sneak in to steal the medicine!"

He paused, as if thinking, then said after a moment, "Alright, here's the plan: all of you pretend to swarm out and chase that short-lived bastard who dares to provoke our White Lotus Sect!"

"I'll guard the medicine storehouse and wait for him to walk right into the trap—catch him off guard!"

"The moment he steps through the door, I'll split him in two with one axe swing!"

"Got it!"

The other thirteen White Lotus disciples acknowledged the order.

Then, the deputy head led the rest of the disciples out of the mansion.

After that, Zhao Tashan grabbed his two massive battle axes with his left hand and carried his wine and meat with his right, heading to the medicine storehouse.

Once inside, he shut the door, set down the axes, sat cross-legged on the floor, and continued drinking and eating.

The deputy head led the group through two courtyards. Just as they were about to leave the mansion, he instructed them:

"When we go out, make a big show of it. Let whoever's hiding nearby know we've all left to hunt him down. That way, he'll come into the mansion."

"Understood."

"I get it."

The other White Lotus disciples chimed in agreement.

They opened the door a bit wider and filed out one by one.

The main street in front of the mansion was empty, with not a soul in sight.

They looked left and right, all guessing where the intruder might be hiding.

Seeing no one, the deputy head pointed at a few men. "You lot, search over there!"

Then he pointed at others. "You, search that way!"

He added, "We're all out this time—we'll catch that bastard and see who dares to mess with us!"

"Yes!"

Everyone responded.

Just as they were about to spread out, a sturdy man wearing a Monkey Mask, clad in tight-fitting gear, with his hair loose and natural, emerged from a distant alley.

Instantly, all the White Lotus disciples' gazes converged on Su Que.

Su Que looked back at them.

"Who's this guy?"

The same question arose in every White Lotus disciple's mind.

"Could he be the one who provoked our White Lotus Sect earlier?"

As they wondered, Su Que walked straight toward them.

"What's he up to? He can't be here to mess with our White Lotus Sect, right?" a disciple muttered quietly to the others.

Ever since the White Lotus Sect arrived at Jade Water City, they'd been attacked by martial arts school masters, gang members, soldiers, and wandering fighters.

Those attacks were always group efforts.

They'd never seen anyone dare to face the White Lotus Sect alone and head-on.

While they were still thinking, Su Que drew closer, stepping within twenty paces of them.

"You—"

Before a disciple could finish his question, Su Que suddenly stomped the ground, his form blurring.

Boom!

He struck out with both fists, unleashing the fierce, unyielding "Heart Damage Art" fist force from the Seven Injuries Fist, slamming into the chests of two White Lotus disciples.

Their chests caved in, and both flew backward.

On the way, they crashed into three unlucky, weaker disciples, killing them instantly.

Seeing Su Que's fist force, the deputy leader's eyes lit up, as if recalling something.

He had seen the corpses of the medicine couriers from a year ago, and more recently Fan Wuyang's body—he could tell these people had all died under an extremely terrifying force.

With such force, it was indeed possible to face multiple opponents alone, just like the man before him.

Facing this man, he felt that even if they all attacked together, they had no chance of winning—not even Zhao Tashan in the mansion stood a chance!

At this thought, he couldn't help but shudder.

He decided to ignore the White Lotus Sect disciples beside him, and not to warn Zhao Tashan in the medicine storehouse either.

He only wanted to flee, to avoid dying here.

"You go ahead, I'll cover you!"

The deputy leader muttered quietly, then retreated behind the group.

The remaining seven White Lotus Sect disciples also recognized Su Que's prowess, terror gripping their hearts.

But since the deputy leader had given the order, they had no choice but to steel themselves and charge.

Instantly, two sabers, three spears, and two swords cut through the air, striking at Su Que.

Seeing the seven launch their attack, the deputy leader immediately kicked off the ground, darting sideways to escape.

While keeping an eye on the seven's assault, Su Que also noticed the deputy leader's move.

He threw a punch first!

The Seven Injuries Fist unleashed all seven techniques, seven different forces intertwining in the air, instantly enveloping the incoming sabers, spears, and swords.

Under the collision of the seven forces, the sabers, spears, and swords all snapped.

Short Sabers, short swords, and short spears flew and scattered through the air.

Su Que swept his left hand through the air, grabbing three spearheads and two broken sword fragments.

Then, transferring them to his right hand, he hurled them fiercely at the fleeing deputy leader!

The three spearheads and two sword fragments turned into five streaks, tearing through the air with sharp whistles.

The next moment, one sword fragment struck the deputy leader's shoulder, burying itself entirely into his flesh.

At the same time, a spearhead shot straight into the back of the deputy leader's neck, emerging through his throat.

The other spearheads and sword fragments missed their mark, some embedding in doorposts, others in the wall.

Su Que had never practiced hidden weapons, so he threw multiple objects at once—this way, the chance of hitting was much higher.

Even though fewer than half of the five projectiles hit, he still killed the fleeing man.

Then, he turned his gaze back to the remaining seven White Lotus Sect disciples.

The seven disciples, clutching their broken weapons, stared at Su Que, their eyes filled with terror.

"Spare us, great hero!"

One White Lotus Sect disciple was the first to drop his weapon, falling to his knees with a thud.

"Spare us, great hero!"

Seeing their fellow believer beg for mercy, the other disciples scrambled to discard their weapons and kneel.

"Where's your leader?" Su Que asked bluntly.

From the earlier fight, he knew clearly that none of these people were Three Blood Martial Artists.

"He's in the mansion's medicine storehouse, lying in ambush for you, great hero." A White Lotus Sect disciple immediately sold out Zhao Tashan, just to earn a chance to live.