Using Fists to Settle Things

"An explanation?

Shen Che acted as if he'd heard a joke.

'Who does the Demon Suppression Division need to explain itself to when handling a case?'

He took a step forward, and the wooden floor of the entire Heavenly Profound Pavilion trembled.

'As for the truth, it's simple.'

'I'll apprehend you, bring you back to the Demon Suppression Division's Imperial Prison, and apply the seventy-two tortures. Even if you were made of iron, I could melt you down and make you confess everything your ancestors said for eighteen generations.'

'Attack, Feng Changkong.'

His words carried no heat, yet they were more chilling than the vilest curses.

The guests in the hall fell silent, not daring to breathe.

This wasn't someone here to investigate a case; it was clearly someone here to arrest someone, and the kind who wouldn't even give them a chance to explain.

'He's crazy, this young man is definitely crazy!'

'Sect Master Feng is a renowned Primordial Qi Realm expert. Ten years ago, he could rank in the top five in Qingfeng City. How can he possibly...'

'It's hard to say... Look at Steward Sun, a peak True Meridian Realm cultivator, he couldn't even last one move against him. This person is unfathomable.'

The discussions were kept extremely low, for fear of drawing trouble upon themselves.

Feng Changkong's refined scholarly facade finally crumbled.

The scholarly aura around him vanished without a trace, replaced by a terrifying presence as deep as an abyss.

'Well done, Demon Suppression Division. Well done, arrogant junior!'

'It's been over a decade since I founded the Heavenly Profound Pavilion, and this is the first time someone has dared to barge in and insult me like this!'

'Since you're so eager to die, I'll break one of your arms today and teach the Demon Suppression Division a lesson!'

Before he finished speaking, his long sword at his waist unsheathed with a clang.

A chilling sword light, imbued with solidified Qi, shot towards Shen Che's shoulder like a silver lightning bolt.

The strike was fast, precise, and ruthless.

The temperature in the entire hall dropped several degrees with the appearance of the sword light.

A Primordial Qi Realm expert's attack was earth-shattering from the start.

However, Shen Che's action made everyone's hearts leap into their throats.

He didn't dodge, he didn't evade, he didn't even draw his saber.

He simply raised his right arm, his wide sleeve becoming as straight as iron under the surge of his powerful True Qi.

He met the sword light with his sleeve.

Clang!

A deafening sound of metal striking metal exploded in the hall.

It wasn't the collision of flesh and blood, but rather like two divine weapons clashing fiercely.

Under the horrified gaze of everyone present, the brilliant Qi surrounding Feng Changkong's sword shattered inch by inch, like glass struck by a heavy hammer.

An irresistible force surged back along the sword.

Feng Changkong grunted, involuntarily retreating three steps. Each step left a deep imprint on the hard bluestone floor.

The tiger's mouth of his sword-wielding hand split open, bleeding profusely.

He forcefully stabilized himself, his handsome face displaying disbelief for the first time.

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone seemed frozen in place, mouths agape, forgetting to even breathe.

With... with his sleeve?

He blocked a sword strike from a Primordial Qi Realm expert?

Not only did he block it, but he also repelled the attacker?

Was this even human?! What kind of play was this?

'Primordial Qi Realm, is that all the strength you have?'

Shen Che retracted his arm, his sleeve completely unharmed. He flicked his hand as if dusting off some nonexistent speck.

'Show me your trump card.'

'Otherwise, you won't get a chance to draw your second sword.'

Contempt.

Unconcealed contempt.

'You brat! You're seeking death!'

Feng Changkong was completely enraged."

The identity of the Demon Suppression Division, the reputation of the Heavenly Profound Pavilion, all were cast aside by him at this moment.

Only one thought remained in his heart.

Kill this arrogant brat!

"Buzz--!"

An aura ten times stronger than before erupted from Feng Changkong's body.

"Ice God Sword, Ice Sky Snow Land!"

He let out a low growl, and the temperature in the three-story pavilion plummeted once more.

The moisture in the air condensed into frost, rapidly covering the walls and pillars.

Hexagonal snowflakes appeared out of nowhere, swirling and falling within the pavilion.

An aura of sharpness, ferocity, and the intent to freeze and shatter everything enveloped the entire space.

Minor Accomplishment Sword Intent!

A higher level than the nascent Fist Intent and Saber Intent.

It was true "Intent," not some ethereal shadow.

"I started practicing sword at four, and it took me forty years to reach this realm!"

Feng Changkong's voice was like a cold wind from the deepest abyss.

"With this strike, it's either death or serious injury. To die under my Sword Intent is the greatest honor of your life!"

He swung the long sword in his hand.

It was no longer a streak of sword light, but a roaring, frozen river, a waterfall of death composed of pure Sword Intent and Qi, rushing down towards Shen Che.

Facing this strike, which was enough to make any True Meridian Realm martial artist despair, a fighting spirit burned fiercely in Shen Che's chest.

"Good!"

He didn't retreat but advanced, stomping his right foot forward fiercely.

"Crack!"

The bluestone floor beneath his feet, along with the foundation, cracked and sank under his stomp.

Behind him, the air distorted, and a massive, majestic phantom of a Golden Arhat flashed and disappeared.

The physical strength of one hundred thousand jin, the sixth-layer Dragon Elephant True Qi, and perfected body-hardening techniques.

All his power converged at this moment.

"Vajra Zen Fist, Zen Spear!"

Shen Che threw out a punch.

There were no superfluous flourishes, only unyielding might and dominance.

His fist glowed with a faint metallic sheen, like a supreme treasure cast in gold, meeting the frozen river waterfall and crashing straight into it.

Fist and sword met in mid-air.

The first crisp sound was the invincible Minor Accomplishment Sword Intent shattering like a fragile eggshell before Shen Che's fist.

The second muffled sound was the thick, condensed protective Qi being directly blown away by the violent fist force.

The third mournful cry.

"Clang!"

Feng Changkong's proud divine weapon snapped in two the moment it came into contact with Shen Che's fist.

The momentum of the punch was still unspent!

In the instant Feng Changkong's mind was shaken by the shattering of his Sword Intent, the golden fist, carrying its piercing aftermath, heavily impacted his left shoulder.

Squelch!

The sound of tearing flesh and blood was clearly audible.

A cloud of blood mist exploded in the air.

Feng Changkong was like a charging giant elephant had hit him. His body, like a kite with a broken string, flew backward, crashing violently into a wall over ten meters away. The sturdy wall was dented with a huge concave mark before he slid softly to the ground.

On his left shoulder, a fist-sized bloody hole went straight through, blood gushing out profusely, a horrifying sight.