Fist Retreats Di Feijing

Qin Shuang withdrew his thoughts, calmed his mind, and the elites of Six-and-a-Half Hall had already arrived before him.

The person in the lead wore a black robe, was tall and slender, with long black hair tied up. Only a few strands of hair fell on the sides of his cheeks. His head was bowed due to a neck injury, which paradoxically gave him an unfathomable aura.

It was the Grand Hall Master of Six-and-A-Half Hall, the Low-Head Divine Dragon, Di Feijing!

Although Qin Shuang had abruptly blocked the road, Di Feijing still chose courtesy before force. "I am Di Feijing of Six-and-A-Half Hall. Could you please grant us passage? There will be a reward once this matter is settled!"

"..."

Seeing Qin Shuang's silence, Di Feijing frowned and shouted, "Are you intending to interfere in the feud between Six-and-A-Half Hall and Golden Wind Fine Rain Tower?"

Qin Shuang did not reply. He clenched his fists, his stance firm and ready, his actions clearly stating his position.

Seeing this, Di Feijing said no more. As long as he could kill Su Mengzhen, any price would be worth it.

Even if that price was his own life!

Therefore, today, whoever stood in his way would only have one outcome: death!

The wind and clouds surged, and killing intent permeated Di Feijing's body. Having made up his mind, he struck first. His figure darted forward like a ghost, his hands dancing like spirit snakes, unleashing his signature skill, the Great Abandoned Son Capture Hand, aiming directly for Qin Shuang's throat.

Qin Shuang was unhurried. His feet slid, he sidestepped, gathered his strength, and unleashed a punch.

Thirty-Six Routes of Heaven-Overturning? Marvel, Great Skill Appears Clumsy, Marvel Hidden Within!

A blue fist energy, accompanied by a sharp gust of wind, blasted towards Di Feijing's chest. The force was immense, the speed incredible, like lightning.

Di Feijing remained calm under pressure. He tapped the ground with his toes and retreated like a kite, his hands transforming from claws to palms, slicing towards Qin Shuang's wrist.

Defending while attacking, striking where the enemy must save!

However, as cunning as Di Feijing was, he had ultimately underestimated the power of the Thirty-Six Routes of Heaven-Overturning? Marvel.

The brilliance of the Great Skill Appears Clumsy, Marvel Hidden Within technique lay in its ability to instantly multiply the original force through internal energy circulation!

Qin Shuang's punch was extremely explosive. The peerless fist force directly shattered Di Feijing's palm strike, dispersed his protective true qi, and landed squarely on his chest.

"Bang!" With a dull thud, Di Feijing was sent flying back more than ten steps by the punch.

A trace of ferocity flashed in Di Feijing's eyes. He swallowed the Blood Essence surging up his throat, seized the moment when Qin Shuang was recovering his breath, and lunged forward. His hands formed claws, blending hardness and softness, and aimed directly for Qin Shuang's eyes.

Qin Shuang's eyes widened in anger. Instead of retreating, he advanced. He clenched his right hand in the air, and an astonishing, mountain-crushing gravity suddenly appeared out of nowhere, pressing down heavily on Di Feijing, pinning his ghostly figure in place.

Chaos Only Grasped, Exhaling Marvelous Qi!

With one move suppressing Di Feijing's movement, Qin Shuang pressed his advantage, giving him no chance to breathe. He unleashed the Innate Formless Divine Art with ten percent of his power, Shattering Violent Collapse Marvelous Killing Chain!

In the blink of an eye, a sky full of fist shadows rained down on Di Feijing like a storm, without interruption.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Under the dense, storm-like barrage of fist energy, even the formidable Di Feijing was overwhelmed, constantly losing his guard and sustaining injuries.

For a time, dust flew everywhere. Di Feijing's figure flickered in and out of the dust cloud, retreating continuously.

By the time the dust settled, Di Feijing could no longer tend to his injuries. He struggled to lift his head, his fierce eyes glaring at Qin Shuang, as if trying to see through him.

From shock to astonishment, from unwillingness to confusion, Di Feijing asked Qin Shuang in an incredulous tone, "Thirty-Six Routes of Heaven-Overturning? Marvel! Who are you to Li Chenzhou? Is your Power Gang also planning to interfere in the affairs of the jianghu in Chaoge City?"

Qin Shuang remained silent.

Di Feijing's mind raced. He couldn't figure out Qin Shuang's identity, so he dared not act rashly.

He dared to go to war with Golden Wind Fine Rain Tower!

But confronting the Power Gang was not something he could decide alone.

A single misstep could plunge Six-and-a-Half Hall into eternal damnation.

This matter could only be reported to the Grand Hall Master, Lei Sun, for a decision!

With his mind made up, Di Feijing wasted no time. He gave Qin Shuang a deep look before decisively leading his men away.

That look was cold and profound, as if he wanted to etch Qin Shuang's appearance into his bones, never to forget.

Qin Shuang watched the direction in which Di Feijing and his men departed. He unhurriedly untied the cloth strip wrapped around his face.

"Come out if you've seen enough!"

Qin Shuang said calmly towards a large tree not far away.

After a few breaths, a figure slowly emerged from the shadows behind the tree.

The newcomer was dressed in black martial attire, tall and upright, like a stern mountain peak, exuding a gloomy aura.

His black hair was neatly combed back, giving him a capable and sharp appearance. His skin had a healthy bronze hue, a testament to years of tempering in harsh environments.

Black Stone, Lei Bin!

"You still wanted to kill me?" Qin Shuang tilted his head slightly, a dismissive smile on his face.

"I can't kill you!" Lei Bin shook his head and sighed.

"Oh, then why are you here today...?" Qin Shuang paused, deliberately not finishing his sentence.

"I just want to ask you, what do I need to do for you to let me go?" Lei Bin stated his purpose, spreading his hands to show he was unarmed.

Qin Shuang frowned and asked, "You wanted to kill me, so how did it become that I'm not letting you go?"

"You're one of the Dragon Guard. From the moment I took the contract to assassinate you, I knew that if I couldn't kill you, there was only one outcome for me: death! But I don't want to die!"

"So you've come to me?" Qin Shuang stared into Lei Bin's eyes, trying to gauge the credibility of his words.

"Yes."

"Just to save your own life?"

"Yes."

"What's your proof of loyalty?" Qin Shuang asked directly, observing Lei Bin's calm demeanor.

"The life of the King of Samsara, plus all of Black Stone!"

"Not enough!" Qin Shuang made a swift decision in his mind. "I also want your freedom for three years!"

"Deal!"

In the blood-soaked world of the Great Shang jianghu, there exists a hidden assassin organization – Black Stone.

It is like a hidden tumor in the darkness, vast in its influence and mysterious.

The leader of Black Stone is a mysterious figure known as the "King of Samsara"!

Black Stone has gathered numerous masters with extraordinary skills, and the King of Samsara has trained them into cold-blooded, emotionless killing machines.

They are hired by the powerful and wealthy. As long as the price is right, they will launch a fatal attack on their target without hesitation.

Whether it's an official of the imperial court, a martial arts expert, a wealthy merchant, or an ordinary citizen, there is no one Black Stone dares not to kill.

In their eyes, there are no imperial laws, nor any jianghu rules. Human lives are like weeds, and profit is the supreme pursuit.

The existence of Black Stone has plunged the jianghu into endless terror.