Fists Force Back Di Feijing

Qin Shuang gathered his thoughts and steadied his mind. The elites of Six-and-a-Half Hall had already arrived before him.

The man at the front wore a black robe. He was tall and slender, with long, raven-black hair tied back, leaving only a few strands hanging beside his cheeks. His head hung low because of his injured neck, which instead gave him an unfathomably deep air.

The first hall master of Six-and-a-Half Hall, the Dragon with Head Bowed, Di Feijing!

Although Qin Shuang had abruptly blocked the road, Di Feijing still tried courtesy before force. "Di Feijing of Six-and-a-Half Hall. Could you perhaps make way for us? Once today's business is settled, you will be duly rewarded!"

"..."

Seeing that Qin Shuang remained silent, Di Feijing furrowed his brows and shouted, "Are you planning to interfere in the grudge between Six-and-a-Half Hall and Golden Wind Fine Rain Tower?"

Qin Shuang did not answer. He clenched his fists and set his legs in a firm stance, making his attitude clear through action.

Seeing this, Di Feijing said no more. So long as he could kill Su Mengzhen, any price was worth paying.

Even if that price was the life of Di Feijing himself!

Therefore, no matter who stood in his way today, there could be only one outcome: death!

The wind and clouds surged. Killing intent spread from Di Feijing's body. Having made up his mind, he struck first, closing in like a ghost. His hands moved like nimble snakes as he unleashed his signature technique, Great Abandoned Son Capture Hand, aiming straight for Qin Shuang's throat.

Qin Shuang remained unhurried. His foot slid, his body turned as he gathered strength, and his inner breath circulated as he punched.

Thirty-Six Paths of Heaven-Turning—Marvel, Great Skill Appears Clumsy, Marvel Hidden Within!

Blue fist force wrapped in fierce winds and blasted toward Di Feijing's chest, its power and speed like thunder and lightning.

Di Feijing stayed calm in the face of danger. He tapped the ground with his toes and floated backward like a kite. At the same time, his hands shifted from claws into palms, and the edge of his palm sliced toward Qin Shuang's wrist.

Defense carried offense, attacking the enemy's vital rescue point!

Yet even a resourceful man like Di Feijing had ultimately underestimated the power of Thirty-Six Paths of Heaven-Turning—Marvel.

The subtlety of Great Skill Appears Clumsy, Marvel Hidden Within lay in how the circulation of inner breath could instantly multiply the force already generated!

Qin Shuang's punch erupted with tremendous power. Its unmatched force blasted through Di Feijing's palm strike, scattered his protective qi, and struck him squarely in the chest.

"Bang!" With a deep, thunderous boom, Di Feijing was sent flying more than a dozen paces.

A vicious glint flashed through Di Feijing's eyes. He forcibly swallowed the blood surging into his throat, then seized the moment Qin Shuang was recovering his breath. With a single step, he charged forward, both hands forming claws, combining hardness and softness as they stabbed straight toward Qin Shuang's eyes.

Qin Shuang widened his eyes angrily. Instead of retreating, he advanced. His right hand clenched in empty space, and astonishing gravity, like Mount Tai bearing down from above, suddenly surged into existence and pressed heavily toward Di Feijing, forcibly pinning down his ghostlike figure.

Chaos Only Grasped, Exhaling Marvelous Qi!

With one move suppressing Di Feijing's movements, Qin Shuang pressed his advantage without mercy. He gave him no chance to catch his breath, unleashing the full power of Innate Formless Divine Art—Shattering Violent Collapse Marvelous Killing Chain!

In the blink of an eye, countless fist shadows came crashing toward Di Feijing like a raging storm, without the slightest pause.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Under the dense barrage of fist force, as violent as a sudden storm, even Di Feijing could barely cope. He repeatedly failed to guard himself and suffered injury after injury.

For a time, dust flew everywhere. Di Feijing's figure flickered in and out of the haze as he kept retreating.

Only after the dust dispersed did Di Feijing finally have no choice but to disregard his injuries and raise his head with difficulty. His fierce eyes glared at Qin Shuang, as if he wanted to see through everything about him.

From shock to astonishment, from unwillingness to confusion, Di Feijing asked Qin Chao in an incredulous tone, "Thirty-Six Paths of Heaven-Turning—Marvel! What is your relationship with Li Chenzhou? Is your Power Gang also planning to interfere in the affairs of the martial world in Chaoge City?"

Qin Shuang remained silent.

Di Feijing's thoughts churned. He could not determine Qin Shuang's identity, and thus did not dare act rashly.

He dared to wage war against Golden Wind Fine Rain Tower!

But if the opponent was Power Gang, that was not a decision he could make alone.

One careless decision could plunge Six-and-a-Half Hall into an abyss from which it would never recover.

This matter had to be reported to the chief hall master, Lei Sun, before a decision could be made!

Having reached his conclusion, Di Feijing did not dawdle. After taking a deep look at Qin Shuang, he decisively led his people away.

That glance was cold and deep, as if he wanted to carve Qin Shuang's appearance into his very bones, never to forget it.

Qin Shuang watched in the direction Di Feijing and the others had departed, then calmly untied the cloth wrapped around his face.

"If you've seen enough, come out."

Qin Shuang spoke indifferently toward a large tree not far away.

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

The newcomer wore black close-fitting clothes and had a tall, sturdy build, like a cold and imposing mountain peak. An oppressive air radiated from him.

His raven-black hair was neatly combed backward, making him look sharp and capable. His skin was a healthy bronze, bearing the marks of long-term tempering in all kinds of harsh environments.

Black Stone, Lei Bin!

"Still want to kill me?" Qin Shuang tilted his head slightly, revealing a trace of disdainful amusement.

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

"Oh? Then why did you come here today?" Qin Shuang paused, deliberately leaving the question unfinished.

"I only wanted to ask you this: What must I do for you to let me go?" As he explained his purpose, Lei Bin spread his hands to show that he was not concealing any weapons.

Qin Shuang frowned. "You were the one who wanted to kill me. How did this become a matter of me refusing to let you go?"

"You are a Dragon Guard. From the moment I accepted the job to assassinate you, I knew that if I failed to kill you, I would have only one outcome: death! But I don't want to die!"

"So you came to find me?" Qin Shuang stared into Lei Bin's eyes, gauging whether his words could be trusted.

"Yes."

"Only to stay alive?"

"Yes."

"What is your token of allegiance?" Seeing Lei Bin's calm expression, Qin Shuang asked directly.

"The life of King of Samsara, along with all of Black Stone!"

"Not enough!" Qin Shuang quickly made up his mind. "I also want three years of your freedom!"

"Agreed!"

In the bloody and turbulent martial world of Great Shang, there was a secret organization of assassins—Black Stone.

It was like a malignant growth hidden in the darkness, possessing immense power and shrouded in mystery.

The leader of Black Stone was a mysterious figure known as King of Samsara!

Black Stone gathered numerous experts skilled in extraordinary arts. King of Samsara trained them into cold-blooded, emotionless killing machines.

They worked for the powerful and influential. So long as the price was right, they would strike at their targets without hesitation.

Whether an official of the imperial court or a martial arts expert, whether a wealthy merchant or an ordinary commoner, there was no one Black Stone dared not kill.

In their eyes, there were no laws of the imperial court, much less rules of the martial world. Human lives were as worthless as grass; profit was the highest pursuit.

The existence of Black Stone plunged the martial world into endless terror.