Giving You an Explanation

Feng Changkong, a renowned Primordial Qi Realm expert in Qingfeng City for a decade, the legendary Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Profound Pavilion.

He was struck by a young man, unknown to fame, with a single punch. His shoulder was pierced, and he was pinned to the wall like a dead dog.

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Where was the promised duel between masters, the earth-shattering clash?

How did it turn into a one-sided slaughter?

The young man named Shen Che retracted his fist. Not a speck of blood stained its surface.

It was as if he had merely done something insignificant.

Feng Changkong leaned against the wall, coughing up blood in great gulps, fragments of internal organs mixed in with the frothy blood.

He felt the gaping hole through his left shoulder, the shattered meridians within his body, pulverized by that punch.

An utterly absurd feeling swept through his entire mind.

Sword Intent.

His pride and joy, a minor-stage Sword Intent he had cultivated for forty years.

Before that golden fist, it was like a sandcastle built by a three-year-old, kicked to smithereens.

That was not a clash of techniques at all.

It was absolute power, over 100,000 jin of terrifying force that disregarded all reason, smashing his pride and trump cards to pieces.

What kind of power was this for a human to possess?

Shen Che began to walk, step by step, towards Feng Changkong.

Each step felt like it was crushing everyone's heart.

He reached Feng Changkong, extended his hand, and lifted the Primordial Qi Realm expert off the ground as if he were a small chicken.

"Now, can you talk?"

Feng Changkong dangled by his collar, his feet off the ground, his breath weak to the extreme.

"Talk... talk about what..."

"Where are the people who disappeared from Inkstone Town?"

Shen Che's voice was calm, without inflection.

"I don't know... I really don't know..." Feng Changkong still tried to play tough.

"It doesn't matter."

Shen Che nodded.

"The Imperial Prison of the Demon Suppression Division holds many Demonic Beasts driven mad by cultivation deviations."

"They love fresh blood sacrifices, especially martial artists like you with abundant Blood Essence."

"I will break all your limbs and throw you into their cells."

"Believe me, you'll have plenty of time to think about what you need to say before you're gnawed down to just your head."

The chilling words carried no trace of human emotion.

The surrounding guests felt their scalps tingle. They quietly retreated, wishing they had never come here.

Feng Changkong's body trembled.

He had no doubt that the other party was telling the truth.

Those lunatics in the Demon Suppression Division were absolutely capable of such things.

He was afraid.

But begging for mercy was useless.

Thoughts raced through his mind, and a malicious plan began to form.

"I'll say it... I'll say it!"

Feng Changkong panted rapidly, forcing a smile that was uglier than crying onto his face.

"The people... they're all in one place, I'll take you there."

"They're safe... I promise."

He decided to lure this harbinger of doom to the underground secret chamber in the backyard.

There, resided an existence that even he had to treat with utmost respect.

Kill with a borrowed knife.

No, it was to use the Demonic Beasts to eliminate this major threat.

Shen Che released his grip.

Feng Changkong slid weakly to the ground. He clutched his profusely bleeding shoulder and struggled to stand up.

"Lord Shen, please follow me."

He took the lead, his posture extremely humble.

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Shen Che followed behind him, his expression unreadable.

He had naturally noticed Feng Changkong's strange change in attitude; the old man was up to no good.

But it didn't matter.

In the face of absolute strength, any scheme or trick was as fragile as a clay figurine.

The remaining guards and staff of the Heavenly Profound Pavilion watched the two walk towards the backyard, one after the other. They exchanged glances, none daring to step forward and stop them.

"Quick! Hurry and report to the City Lord's Mansion!"

A steward-like figure lowered his voice and instructed a quick-witted employee beside him.

"Say that a madman is causing trouble at the Heavenly Profound Pavilion and has injured the Pavilion Master! Please have His Lordship the City Lord come quickly to uphold justice!"

He knew that the City Lord of Qingfeng City was on very good terms with their Pavilion Master.

This was their only hope now.

They passed through several corridors and arrived at a study in the backyard of the Heavenly Profound Pavilion.

Feng Changkong walked to a huge bookshelf, fumbled with it for a moment, and pressed down hard.

"Creak—"

A dull sound of machinery turning echoed.

The entire bookshelf slid to one side, revealing a dark opening behind it.

A stone staircase leading down disappeared into the endless darkness.

A foul stench, mixed with the smell of blood and decay, wafted out from the opening.

Shen Che frowned slightly.

He was all too familiar with this smell.

It was the aura of a Demonic Beast, and a strong one at that.

It seemed the missing people were in an even worse situation than he had imagined.

"Lord Shen, please."

Feng Changkong turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation. A hint of ruthlessness flashed across his lowered face.

Shen Che did not hesitate and stepped inside.

The spiral stone staircase extended all the way down.

After walking for about dozens of meters, the view suddenly opened up.

It was a vast underground hall. Torches burned on the stone pillars around the hall, casting flickering shadows throughout the space.

"Feng Changkong, how dare you bring an outsider here?"

A hoarse, ear-piercing voice came from the depths of the hall.

Shen Che looked in the direction of the voice.

In the center of the hall stood three figures.

The leader was an old man in black robes, hunched over, his face covered in wrinkles, but his eyes gleamed with an inhuman light.

Behind him stood two burly men in black robes, exuding a fierce aura.

The one who spoke was one of the square-faced strongmen, Wang Bing.

He glared at Shen Che, his displeasure and killing intent unconcealed.

"Lord... Lord Wang Bing, please let me explain!"

Upon seeing the three, Feng Changkong's imposing aura deflated completely. He bowed subserviently, trembling.

"This person is from the Demon Suppression Division, and his strength is unfathomable. I... I am no match for him. I could only lead him here and ask for your help."

He quickly explained the situation.

"The Demon Suppression Division?"

Wang Bing and another strongman named Wang Yan were both taken aback.

Immediately, a cruel flush spread across Wang Bing's face.

"So what if he's from the Demon Suppression Division? Just in time, I haven't tasted the flesh and blood of a Demon Queller Envoy in a long time. They say it's very nourishing!"

"Enough, Wang Bing."

The old man in black robes, who had remained silent, finally spoke.

"Feng Changkong did the right thing. He's using us to solve his problems. There's no need for us to be angry."

The old man appeased his two subordinates before turning his cloudy gaze towards Shen Che.

"A clever trick of using force to counter force. Unfortunately, you've chosen the wrong target."

Listening to their conversation, Shen Che had already made a judgment.

These three were not human.

Although they tried their best to conceal their demonic aura, to him, a professional "butcher," they were no different from fireflies in the dark.