People Work Too?

The few bandits who attacked felt their tiger's mouth[1] go numb, their arms go stiff, and their faces were filled with expressions of utter disbelief.

Is this a human or a ghost?

"Noisy."

Shen Che let out a cold snort, spread his arms, and swept them outwards to the sides.

The movements were simple and brutal.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of dull thuds connected into one continuous sound.

The bandits who had charged to the front were hit head-on by a battering ram, their chest bones caved in. They spat blood and were sent flying backward, crashing into a large group of people behind them.

[Detected temporal energy, absorbing...]

[Gained 1 Time Point.]

[Gained 3 Time Points.]

A string of notifications sounded in Shen Che's mind.

Killing people can also grant Time Points?

Shen Che noted this new discovery.

Although it was pitifully little, these bandits hadn't even reached the Body Tempering Realm. Being able to squeeze out a few Time Points was already an unexpected joy.

Inside the Hall of United Righteousness, there was a deathly silence.

Everyone stared at their companions, whose chests were sunken and who were undeniably dead, then at the black-robed youth who was completely unharmed. A chill surged from the soles of their feet straight to the crown of their heads.

"Ah--!"

A roar filled with extreme venom shattered the tranquility.

Tie Feng, the third-in-command, clutched his severed arm and glared at Shen Che with bloodshot eyes.

"You little bastard, I'll tear you to shreds!"

He roared, and his only remaining right arm suddenly pushed forward.

A stream of earthy-yellow True Qi erupted from his palm, condensing in mid-air into a giant handprint the size of a millstone. Carrying immense pressure, it slammed down towards Shen Che's head!

Thick Earth Fist!

At the same time, Tie Yi, the second-in-command, who had been standing behind the grand leader Tie Xiong, also moved.

He flicked his wrist, and three cold glints, arranged in a triangle, tore through the air and silently shot towards Shen Che's ribs and back.

These flying daggers were forged from fine gold, sharp enough to cut through iron, and when infused with True Qi, they could pierce even iron armor.

The two coordinated perfectly, one fierce and the other insidious, instantly sealing off all of Shen Che's escape routes.

Nangong Wen's heart leaped into his throat.

Facing this deadly pincer attack, Shen Che didn't even change his stance.

A crisp sound.

The fine gold flying daggers, capable of piercing iron armor, struck his ribs as if hitting a wall of bronze and iron. They were directly deflected, and even the tips of the daggers chipped slightly.

Shen Che's robes didn't even show a single mark.

He looked up at the descending earthy-yellow handprint. Without dodging or evading, he simply, and casually, threw a punch.

There was no True Qi fluctuation, no brilliant radiance.

Only pure, unadulterated physical strength.

Fist met handprint with a resounding collision.

The seemingly indestructible True Qi handprint shattered like paper under Shen Che's fist, dissolving into countless specks of light.

The momentum of the punch continued.

Under Tie Feng's horrified gaze, the fist passed through the shattered True Qi and landed squarely on his chest.

A muffled thud.

Tie Feng's body exploded like a water-filled balloon.

Flesh, bone, and internal organs turned into a mass of scarlet blood mist, splashing out in all directions.

[Killed a True Meridian Realm martial artist, gained 100 Time Points.]

The entire place fell silent.

A few bandits standing nearby were splashed with warm liquid and bits of flesh. They stood frozen, not daring to even wipe themselves clean.

Their minds were blank; they just stared blankly at the spot where the blood mist had dispersed.

The third-in-command...

The third-in-command, who was in the True Meridian Realm...

Was gone just like that...?

Blown apart by a single punch?

"Gulp."

Nangong Wen swallowed hard, his throat feeling so dry it was about to smoke.

Beside him, Nangong Wu, the injured middle-aged man, felt his hands and feet go cold.

The veiled young woman's mouth, hidden beneath her veil, formed a small circle.

They were all martial artists, and they had seen it clearly.

That punch just now hadn't used any True Qi!

Pure physical strength!

With just the power of his body, he had punched apart a genuine True Meridian Realm expert?

Was this still human? This was simply an ancient ferocious beast wearing human skin!

"Third Brother!!!"

A furious roar of grief pulled everyone back to their senses.

Tie Xiong, the leader of Iron Furnace Stronghold, his eyes bloodshot, stared intently at Shen Che. His muscles bulged and strained, stretching his clothes taut.

"Kill him! Kill him for me!"

"Everyone attack together! Chop him into meat paste!"

Tie Xiong's command jolted the already terrified bandits.

They looked at Tie Xiong's ferocious face, then at the youth in the center of the arena, who was like a demon god, and were caught in a dilemma.

But Tie Xiong had long commanded respect, and no one dared disobey his orders.

"Kill!"

Someone shouted first, and the remaining hundreds of bandits, with red eyes and weapons raised, surged towards Shen Che like a tide.

This time, dozens of powerful Body Tempering Realm martial artists were mixed into the crowd. They were the core strength of Iron Furnace Stronghold.

Shen Che watched the surging crowd with a blank expression.

He bent down and picked up several steel swords from the ground, their edges dulled from being struck by the previous bandits.

Crack.

He exerted force with both hands, and the steel swords in his hands were crushed like dough, turning into a pile of metal fragments of varying sizes.

Then, he flicked his arm.

Swish, swish, swish, swish!

Sharp whistling sounds rained down densely.

The metal fragments, thrown out with immense force, each possessed terrifying power comparable to a strong bow or crossbow.

The first dozen bandits to charge didn't even have time to scream.

Their necks, foreheads, and hearts were instantly pierced, spurting blood. Their bodies stiffened and fell.

"Ah!"

"My leg!"

From the crowd behind, screams erupted one after another.

This completely shattered the bandits' last psychological defense.

"Monster! He's a monster!"

"Run!"

They surged forward like a tide, and then retreated like a tide.

The bandits threw down their weapons and retreated, crying and wailing, afraid of becoming the next target to be pierced.

In an instant, a large vacuum zone was cleared around Shen Che.

Shen Che ignored the scattered minions.

He casually threw away the remaining metal fragments in his hands and looked up at the two people standing before the main seat of the hall.

"Don't let your men come to die anymore."

"You two, step forward and accept your death."

Tie Xiong and Tie Yi's faces instantly turned the color of pig liver.

Anger, killing intent, and a trace of uncontrollable fear intertwined in their hearts.