Mountain Splitting Axe Technique! Hidden Separation Art!

After Su Que had a clear picture of the mansion's layout, under the stunned gazes of the White Lotus Sect disciples, he killed seven of them in succession.

Then, with practiced ease, he looted the bodies.

Thirteen corpses lay strewn across the ground. Based on past experience, tonight would bring a hefty fortune.

As he searched the bodies, he couldn't help but glance at their miserable deaths and sigh inwardly.

He wondered if these White Lotus Sect disciples, while enjoying themselves in brothels and gambling dens yesterday, had ever imagined they'd be beaten to death today.

"The reason life is so unpredictable is because one's strength is lacking," he thought to himself.

Soon, Su Que had taken all the valuables from them.

Just the silver notes and coins alone amounted to over three hundred taels, along with some jade pendants and hairpins. Judging by their luster, they were likely worth a fortune.

After stashing the valuables in his clothes, Su Que walked to the high wall of the mansion, pushed off with his legs, and vaulted over it like a fish leaping from dry land.

Whoosh!

His disheveled hair flew upward like a gust of wind as his figure landed with a touch of grace.

Behind the Monkey Mask, his eyes gleamed sharply as he swept his gaze around.

Just as those White Lotus Sect disciples had said, aside from the leader lying in wait, the mansion was empty.

Su Que headed toward the medicine storehouse deeper inside, not bothering to soften his footsteps, letting faint sounds echo.

Knowing someone was lying in ambush in the storehouse, he could have tread lightly and struck first, catching the leader Zhao Tashan off guard.

But he didn't want to damage the medicinal herbs inside during a fight with Zhao Tashan, so he planned to lure the leader out.

Zhao Tashan remained in the medicine storehouse, gnawing on raw meat and guzzling strong liquor, utterly at ease.

Though he was only the head of a small outpost, as a Three Blood Martial Artist, his strength rivaled that of the White Lotus Sect's hall master in Jade Water City.

With Fan Wuyang dead, the hall master position would almost certainly fall to him.

By his reckoning, fewer than ten people in Jade Water City could defeat him.

In his mind, tonight's intruder couldn't be that strong—otherwise, they'd have attacked directly instead of playing games.

"Whoosh..."

Zhao Tashan was tearing into raw meat with his teeth when he suddenly heard faint footsteps outside the window.

"Heh heh, here they come!"

He set down the meat and wine bowl, wiped his greasy hands casually on his pants, and picked up two massive battle-axes.

The axe heads were pitch-black, their edges glinting with a chilling light in the darkness.

"Whoosh..."

As the footsteps drew closer, he judged the sound and determined the intruder had reached the storehouse door. He braced himself and shot to his feet.

His tree-trunk-like legs drove against the ground.

With the twin axes leading the way, he charged out like a rampaging elephant, smashing through the door!

"Which thieving rat dares come here? Die for me!"

The door panels shattered into splinters from the force of the axes.

Zhao Tashan's massive frame burst through a cloud of wood and paper debris.

The two enormous axes, like small mountains, howled through the air as they came crashing down on Su Que!

This was the "Mountain Splitting Strike" from his mastered Mountain Splitting Axe Technique—a move that had sent many martial artists to their graves!

Su Que, already aware of the ambush, was fully prepared.

The moment Zhao Tashan burst through the door, Su Que noted his stance and quickly spotted a flaw.

With Zhao Tashan's axes swinging wide, his center defense was wide open.

"Strike his center!"

As the two giant axes descended, Su Que pushed off the ground and sidestepped.

The axes whistled past him as he appeared right in front of Zhao Tashan.

Zhao Tashan's eyes flew wide at the sudden change, and he tried to swing his axes back for a slash.

But Su Que had already aimed at Zhao Tashan's chest and punched out!

He used the Hidden Separation Art from the Seven Injuries Fist, a fist force that was soft yet firm.

This force could injure Zhao Tashan without sending him flying backward, sparing the medicinal herbs behind him.

Moreover, since he used only one art's force instead of all seven, it was weaker.

He still needed to question the man—he couldn't kill him with one punch.

Sss!

The fist force pierced into Zhao Tashan's body, then burst out through his back!

The circular area of fabric on the back of Zhao Tashan's clothes suddenly shattered, bursting into shreds that fluttered away.

Struck by this punch, Zhao Tashan, wracked with agony, could no longer hold onto his twin axes.

The axes fell, crashing to the ground with a heavy thud.

Extremely weighty, they even gouged two pits into the earth.

"It's you?"

After taking Su Que's punch, like the deputy leader, Zhao Tashan also thought of the mysterious man who had killed the medicine courier and Fan Wuyang.

"You know me?" Su Que's eyes narrowed slightly, a sharp gleam flashing forth.

"You're the one who killed the medicine-delivering lackey and Fan Wuyang..." Zhao Tashan, already kneeling in pain, spat out blood as he spoke.

"Oh."

Behind the mask, the corner of Su Que's mouth lifted slightly.

He had deliberately left the bodies undisposed earlier, and now he knew it had achieved the desired effect.

He hadn't destroyed the corpses because he believed the gruesome wounds on them were the best cover for his true identity.

Others could deduce from the bodies that his Martial Arts were likely vicious techniques like the Seven Injuries Fist or the Heart Shattering Palm, and they could also gauge his considerable strength.

But in his daily life, he was nothing more than a simple, honest tutor teaching young children their first lessons.

Who could connect a teacher who had never even killed a chicken with a fierce martial artist skilled in the Seven Injuries Fist?

The more others thought him formidable, the harder it would be to uncover his real identity.

"Do you know where Jing Sha and Luo You's strongholds are?" Su Que asked.

These two were the hall masters Su Que had learned about from the White Lotus Sect disciples earlier, each mastering a sinister skill.

Jing Sha mastered the "Crimson Fiend Skill," and Luo You mastered the "Dark Yin Finger."

"If I tell you, will you let me go?" Zhao Tashan asked.

"Yes," Su Que replied.

"I don't believe you."

Seeing the deaths of the medicine courier and Fan Wuyang, Zhao Tashan knew the man before him was ruthless and wouldn't leave any survivors.

"Then you'll have no choice but to speak."

Su Que kicked the kneeling Zhao Tashan to the ground and stepped on his chest.

Then, with a thought, the true qi of the Wedding Dress Divine Skill surged from the meridians in his foot into Zhao Tashan's body, wreaking havoc within.

The true qi of the Wedding Dress Divine Skill was fiercely intense. As soon as it entered his body, Zhao Tashan felt his flesh, meridians, and internal organs burn, numb, and itch—a torment worse than death itself.

Rather than endure such torture, he wished for a quick end.

"I... I'll talk!" Zhao Tashan spat blood and spoke in a trembling voice.

Su Que withdrew the true qi of the Wedding Dress Divine Skill, his eyes looking down, gazing upon Zhao Tashan.

Zhao Tashan then revealed the locations of Jing Sha and Luo You's strongholds.

After committing them to memory, Su Que asked, "How strong is Bai Wuji?"

"He's a 'Fifth Blood Organ Refining' martial artist," Zhao Tashan replied.

"Where is Bai Wuji's stronghold?" Su Que asked.

"I don't know," Zhao Tashan shook his head.

"Besides the Seven Injuries Fist, Yin Wind Claw, Crimson Fiend Skill, and Minor Self-Harm Skill, what other sinister skills does the Jade Water City White Lotus Sect possess?" Su Que pressed further.

"That's all, just these few," Zhao Tashan answered.

Seeing that Su Que had no more questions, Zhao Tashan said:

"Hero, please, just give me a quick death!"

He was terrified that Su Que would torture him again.

That sensation of his internal organs itching unbearably—even a tough man like him couldn't endure it.

"Are every word you just said true?" Su Que stared at Zhao Tashan.

"Of course they're true," Zhao Tashan said, his voice quivering.

"You can't die yet. If your words prove false, you'll face the punishment you deserve," Su Que said flatly.

"I really didn't lie! Let me go, give me a quick death!" Zhao Tashan, filled with terror, his face twitching violently.

Su Que ignored his pleas. The White Lotus Sect disciples had done every evil deed imaginable, devoid of conscience; he wouldn't easily trust their words.

With a thought, the true qi of the Wedding Dress Divine Skill once again surged into Zhao Tashan's body.

The qi first rushed into Zhao Tashan's head, lightly striking his brain, causing him to lose consciousness.

At the same time, the qi rampaged through his limbs, and in an instant, it severed the meridians in his hands and feet.