Going Too Far

Everything that happened, in the eyes of the black-faced man named Zheng Tu, seemed absurd and sudden.

"Hey."

"Who told you to step in with your left foot first?"

When Zheng Tu heard this strange question, for a moment, he even subconsciously thought about it.

Why did I step in with my left foot first?

Is the right foot not allowed?

This insults you?

You're deliberately looking for trouble, aren't you?

How inexplicable...

As his emotions shifted several times, Zheng Tu turned his head to look at the young man who had already scoffed.

It was an attack he hadn't anticipated, beyond imagination...

"Boom!"

A fist radiating a vast expanse of Immortal Qi, like the rising sun, its force and momentum crushing down. At this moment, his eyes only saw this fist that suddenly rose from his vision, magnified, forming a monstrous vortex...

Zheng Tu's eyes were filled with horror, an uncontrollable chill rushing straight to the crown of his head. This punch was aimed at taking his life!

Immediately after, a pain that penetrated his soul followed. His face formed a vortex, his jaw shattered, teeth mixed with blood splattered, the lower half of his face was instantly crushed.

The world spun.

"Boom!"

Zheng Tu's entire body flew out like a broken sack for over ten meters, knocking over a stone millstone used for grinding grains along the way. His body spun twice in the air, smashing a dark, gaping hole in the wall of the house.

A huge collision sound echoed from the dilapidated small courtyard into the circling sky.

Then, there was a brief silence.

Zheng Tu's second and third brothers watched this scene with stunned eyes, in a state of extreme shock.

What happened?

Big Brother Zheng stepped in with his left foot first, and then... was sent flying by that young man's powerful punch?

"You lunatic!"

The older, tall and thin second brother was the first to react. Years of living on the edge meant he didn't hesitate, decisively drawing his saber and slashing out in anger.

"Zheng!"

The saber's edge whistled, surrounded by the precious light of Immortal Qi. A slash delivered with nearly three thousand jin of strength was as fast as lightning, as if the air itself was being torn apart.

"Whoosh!"

Chen Xuan moved even faster, raising a fist to meet it. A hint of smugness instantly flashed in the tall and thin second brother's eyes. A Qi Refiner's body was not enough to resist the sharpness of a saber or sword. He actually dared to block it directly with his fist.

Seeking death! His fist will be directly split in half by the saber!

"Clang!"

With a collision, sparks flew. The Pu Dao was swept away by Chen Xuan's casual punch, and moreover, a gap actually cracked in the Pu Dao's edge during the collision!

A golden-green hairpin!

The tall and thin second brother's peripheral vision caught a glimpse, and he immediately realized something was wrong. His saber could cut through metal, but at this moment, it was casually blocked. The opponent's strength was definitely no less than four thousand jin!

And the opponent was using a...

Something a woman uses to tie her hair? This can also be used as a weapon?

This young man's methods were extremely strange. After decades of wandering north and south, he had never encountered such an evil person!

"Again!"

Chen Xuan unleashed the Yang Family Martial Hall's ultimate technique, the Mountain Suppression Fist. The fist print whistled like thunder, piercing the air, striking out like countless phantoms.

"Don't!"

The tall and thin second brother shouted urgently, a suffocating feeling of being targeted by a primeval beast in his heart. He quickly raised his hand to block, and then, his entire arm broke, flesh and blood exploded, bone fragments mixed with blood mist piercing out from his shoulder blade.

"Too late!"

Chen Xuan threw another punch, blasting half of his shoulder into smithereens. Blood mist filled the air. The tall and thin second brother flew out like a kite with a broken string. Instantly, Chen Xuan forcibly pulled him back in mid-air. The third punch was delivered without a moment's delay, piercing a large bloody hole through his entire chest, his internal organs completely shattered.

Under three punches.

The tall and thin second brother was dead beyond dead.

This scene was extremely brutal. The battle, decided in just a few breaths, was bloody and terrifying to the extreme.

"S-second brother... is gone."

The youngest brother, with the weakest strength, had a face pale with fear, his legs trembling. He immediately begged for mercy, "Don't kill me, spare my life, I'll kowtow to you..."

He was already scared out of his wits. Facing Chen Xuan, who was on a killing spree, he couldn't muster any thought of resistance.

"Bang bang bang!"

The youngest of the three, the third brother, fell to his knees with a thud, his head bloody from kowtowing, and cried out in tears, "Spare my life, spare my life! This is our first time meeting, I've never offended you!"

Big Brother Zheng Tu was hit by a punch that took off half his face, sending him flying over ten meters, his life unknown.

The second brother was even more directly blasted apart by three punches, blood splattering everywhere, losing his life on the spot.

How could they possibly provoke such a fierce person?

Big Brother Zheng had even tried to manipulate him with words earlier, which was utterly laughable. Such a person wouldn't care about that at all!

Chen Xuan's cold gaze pressed down on him.

Inside the house.

A young woman who wasn't bad-looking, holding a five or six-year-old girl, huddled in the corner with fear in her eyes.

She didn't know what had happened, she just stared at the black-faced strong man Zheng Tu on the floor of the room, his face covered in blood, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Suddenly, they started fighting.

It's good that they're fighting...

She remembered what had happened in the village these past few days. Her familiar neighbors had all died tragically overnight, countless villagers had knelt down in humiliation, and because she was young and not bad-looking, she hadn't even dared to leave her house, afraid of being noticed by some Qi Refiners...

These tyrannical Qi Refiners should all die!

"Cough..."

Zheng Tu coughed a few times, his body wriggled twice, and he sat up. He subconsciously touched his chin, it was empty and bloody.

"You... mother... f***er... crazy... person."

A hoarse, strange voice came from his throat.

Zheng Tu pulled out the Pu Dao from his back, staggered to his feet, his blood and Qi surging within him, a force of no less than four thousand jin of strength surging and flowing throughout his body.

"Giving face but not taking it..."

His eyes were filled with ferocity. He wrapped the Pu Dao around his hand and lifted his foot to walk out of the hole.

In his line of sight.

The youngest of the three, the third brother, knelt on the ground without any backbone, desperately kowtowing and begging the young man for mercy.

"Hey, have you learned any magic tricks? Show me a couple to open my eyes," Chen Xuan asked, looking down.

"Magic tricks?"

The youngest of the three lifted his face, looking bewildered, "We are just rogue cultivators, how could we be qualified to learn..."

"Oh, that's useless too..."

Chen Xuan's tone was slightly regretful.

At this very moment, the youngest of the three felt a chill shoot straight up to his head. He suddenly realized that this young man would never let him go no matter what. He immediately stumbled to his feet and desperately fled towards Big Brother Zheng in the courtyard. After only a few steps, the figure caught up.

Chen Xuan's five fingers were like claws, gripping the head of Zheng Tu's third brother. Like lifting a small chicken, he lifted him until his feet were off the ground, his entire body suspended in mid-air.

Zheng Tu walked out of the house and happened to see this scene, his eyes instantly filled with immense anger.

"Big Brother Zheng, save me!"

The youngest of the three stretched out his hand forward, shouting in fear.

Zheng Tu's eyes were about to split, his chest heaved, and scenes of the three brothers roaming the world and seeking revenge for grievances in the past flashed through his mind. He tried to speak calmly, softening his tone towards Chen Xuan:

"Let go of the third brother. Today, consider us brothers blind and ignorant, but we have no enmity... This courtyard and the woman are yours, we admit defeat!"

The second brother could no longer be saved, he now only wanted to protect the youngest third brother.

The enmity that had fallen from the sky here today, he could only remember it in his heart and plan for the future... To humbly bow his head to save his brother's life, even if outsiders heard of it, they would never ridicule him, but rather sincerely praise him for being loyal and righteous!

Chen Xuan narrowed his eyes, stared at Zheng Tu, and smiled:

"Oh, defeated..."

The next moment, in front of Zheng Tu, he took the thing he was holding in his hand and swung it violently against a half-human-high stone grinding wheel a few times, the flesh and blood violently bursting open.

"Bang bang bang!"

All the bones were completely shattered, the limbs, the internal organs were completely shapeless, and the body, which had turned into a puddle of mud, was casually thrown to the ground by the young man.

"This is... defeat..."

"Ah!!!"

A mournful roar, like the cry of a wild beast driven to despair. Zheng Tu's eyes were bloodshot, anger surged through his body, and he rushed out like a mad thunderbolt, gripping his knife.

"You... are going too far!"

The unstoppable blade sliced through the air.

In this era where the strong bullied the weak and the powerful acted recklessly, only swords and knives could ultimately speak.