Su Que stood nearly two meters tall. The White Lotus Disciple before him could barely reach his chest, looking up at him in panic.
This White Lotus Disciple's hardened martial arts might have made him impervious to blades and spears when facing ordinary commoners.
But as he looked at Su Que's clothes stretched high over his body, he could imagine the rock-like muscles bulging beneath them.
With that build, this man was almost certainly a martial artist, and his martial arts realm was likely not low.
The White Lotus Disciple feared that this burly man would pierce him clean through with a single thrust of his spear.
At the thought, the White Lotus Disciple began trembling all over as though sifting chaff.
He wanted to admit defeat right then and there, to say outright that he did not dare take a spear thrust from the burly man before him.
But that would undoubtedly disgrace the White Lotus Sect, and the White Lotus Monk would surely not spare him.
The commoners watching from the side had bright eyes and stirred hearts.
They too wanted to know whether this mysterious burly man's spear could truly pierce a White Lotus Disciple said to be "impervious to blades and spears."
But cowed by the White Lotus Sect's brutality, they did not dare jeer.
Where did this thing that didn't fear death come from?!
The White Lotus Monk wore a smile at the corners of his mouth, but his eyes gleamed with killing intent as he stared at Su Que.
Ever since the White Lotus Sect had come to Jade Water City, everyone who provoked them had, without exception, died miserably.
"May I ask which road Your Excellency walks?"
"If you intend to provoke our White Lotus Sect, you had best think it through!"
The White Lotus Monk condensed his voice into a thread and sent it to Su Que's ears.
But Su Que weighed the Red Tassel Spear in his hand and looked at the White Lotus Monk.
"Tell me where Bai Wuji lives, and I will not provoke you."
Hearing that Su Que was actually seeking Bai Wuji, the White Lotus Monk was immediately startled.
Over the past few months, their White Lotus Sect had killed several formidable martial artists. Now, the martial artists of Jade Water City turned pale at the mention of Bai Wuji.
Since this man dared seek Bai Wuji, his martial arts realm could not be low.
"Form the formation!"
The White Lotus Monk shouted, then drifted backward, intending to widen the distance between himself and Su Que.
As he retreated, he poured a stream of true qi into his fly-whisk.
His true qi triggered the mechanism.
The next instant, six poisoned steel needles as fine as ox hairs shot from the fly-whisk.
Su Que's gaze sharpened. Noticing the six fine needles, he immediately aimed at the White Lotus Monk, exerted force, and hurled the Red Tassel Spear in his hand!
The Red Tassel Spear surged like a swimming dragon, tearing through the air with a shrill cry.
It not only scattered the six incoming steel needles in a single blow, but also plunged straight into the White Lotus Monk's left chest, pinning him to a wall.
Su Que was at the Peak Blood and Qi Realm, while this White Lotus Monk was merely a Third Blood Tendon Strengthening martial artist.
Against Su Que, the White Lotus Monk had no power to fight back at all.
"Murder! Murder!"
Seeing Su Que pierce straight through the White Lotus Monk, the commoners cried out and scattered, then watched from even farther away.
At this moment, some of the commoners naturally understood that the White Lotus Sect's supposed "protection of the Immortal Mother" and "imperviousness to blades and spears" were all lies.
Even this leading White Lotus Monk had been pierced through by one spear, let alone the White Lotus Disciples following him.
However, Su Que had not killed the White Lotus Monk as the commoners imagined.
On the contrary, he had held back.
Because he still needed answers, he had to keep the White Lotus Monk conscious.
The Red Tassel Spear was embedded in the White Lotus Monk's left chest, and blood gushed from the wound like a spring.
Enduring the agonizing pain, he first circulated his true qi to stop the bleeding.
But he discovered that an icy true qi at the wound was constantly eating away at his flesh and blood. No matter how he circulated his true qi to staunch the bleeding, he could not stop it.
The White Lotus Monk and Fan Wuyang of the Yin Wind Claw were both White Lotus Disciples in Jade Water City, and they had sparred before.
But the Yin Wind Claw Fan Wuyang had cultivated for decades was nowhere near the level Su Que had reached after cultivating for just a few days.
Thus, although the White Lotus Monk found this true qi similar to the true qi Fan Wuyang released, he could not have imagined that it had been gained from cultivating the Yin Wind Claw.
The White Lotus Monk had licked blood from the blade for many years and possessed a ruthless streak of his own.
Gritting his teeth, he did not pull out the spear. Instead, he shot forward fiercely along the Red Tassel Spear impaling him.
Blood gushed from his wound like spring water, staining the spear shaft red and dyeing half of his snow-white monk's robe crimson.
But before he had moved far, Su Que charged toward him in a single arrowing step and pressed him back against the wall.
"Ahhhh!"
The White Lotus Monk's wound scraped against the spear shaft again and again. Under the excruciating pain, he finally could not help crying out.
Though gravely wounded, he still held the fly-whisk in his right hand.
He suddenly swung the fly-whisk, stirring up a gust of force that swept toward Su Que.
But before the fly-whisk had even reached halfway, Su Que's right hand shot out. It moved so fast that his entire hand became a blurry shadow.
Crack!
Su Que's finger struck the upper arm bone of the White Lotus Monk's right arm.
The bone shattered at once. The White Lotus Monk's entire right arm drooped limply, and the white fly-whisk fell to the ground, stained red by his blood.
The finger Su Que had pressed against the upper arm bone of the White Lotus Monk's right arm did not move away.
With a thought, four streams of true qi entered the White Lotus Monk's body and ran rampant through his internal organs.
The White Lotus Monk immediately felt as though his organs were being burned, frozen, corroded, and sliced by blades.
Such pain was beyond human endurance, making him wish he were dead.
"Where does Bai Wuji live?" Su Que asked again.
The White Lotus Monk was in such pain that he seemed to die and come back to life. He hurriedly answered:
"At the manor on Great Bell Mountain, twenty li outside Jade Water City... Hero, please withdraw your divine power and spare me..."
Bang!
Having obtained the information he wanted, Su Que immediately withdrew his right hand. Then, curling his fingers into a fist, he smashed it into the White Lotus Monk's head.
At once, the White Lotus Monk's bald head exploded. Red and white matter splattered backward with the force of the punch like spilled ink, all of it sticking to the wall behind him.
The commoners watching from afar were instantly dumbstruck by the sight, unable to utter a word.
Before this, they had only seen the White Lotus Sect kill people in the streets.
But seeing White Lotus Disciples slaughtered in the street was something they had never witnessed in all their lives!
The White Lotus Disciples who had already formed their formation under the White Lotus Monk's command saw that their leader had been unable to fight back at all and had died so miserably. For a moment, they all halted, not daring to step forward.
One White Lotus Disciple suddenly came to his senses, spun around, and ran toward the crowd of onlooking commoners, hoping to blend among them and escape Su Que's pursuit.
The other White Lotus Disciples also came to their senses in succession, turning and running toward the commoners behind them.
"Y-you... don't come over here!"
Seeing the White Lotus Disciples charging toward them, the commoners were terrified and fled in all directions.
The commoners feared that Su Que would catch them up in his pursuit of the White Lotus Disciples.
"A pack of scum. Leave none alive!"
Su Que lowered his fist, turned to look at the dozen or so White Lotus Disciples running toward the commoners, and pushed off with his feet. His figure flashed, becoming a blurry shadow as he swept toward them.
Bang!
In the blink of an eye, Su Que swept behind a White Lotus Disciple and smashed a fist into his back.
The force of the Seven Injuries Fist erupted, instantly turning the disciple's internal organs into pulp.
Bang, bang, bang...!
Immediately afterward, the sounds of fists striking flesh rang out more than a dozen times in succession.
The White Lotus Disciples fell to the ground one after another.
In the blink of an eye, corpses lay strewn across the long street, and blood flowed into rivulets.
Only Su Que remained, bathed in the lingering glow of the setting sun. Like a god of slaughter, he stood among the corpses and atop the streams of blood.
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