Instantly Killing Muscle Cultivation, Hardening Copper Skin!

Zhou Qiming had not expected to run into the Jinsha Gang's ambush ahead of time. Fortunately, they had misjudged the Cheng Family's strength and had not sent many Bone Forging experts.

Now that he knew Sha Heihu was the one targeting the Cheng Family, they either had to surrender the Medicine Shop's interests or wipe out these enemies to the last man.

"Hall Master Qiu, why resort to bloodshed? We'll give you this entire shipment. How about you let us return?" Zhou Qiming deliberately showed weakness as he probed them.

"What are you? You think you're worthy of telling our Hall Master what to do?"

"Once we kill you, these things will still be ours!"

"You're merely at the Muscle Cultivation level. It isn't your turn to speak, brat."

The Jinsha Gang's elite members beside Qiu Yun were all fiercely imposing. They released the Blood Qi fluctuations of the Muscle Cultivation Realm, leaving the Cheng Family members horrified.

There were more than ten Muscle Cultivation experts alone, not to mention Qiu Yun, a veteran Bone Forging Martial Artist. They had no chance of survival.

"You're Cheng Yan, aren't you? You've got some looks. Serve me obediently, and if you make me comfortable, I might plead for mercy on your behalf."

A one-armed man with a saber stepped forward, his gaze brazenly roaming over Cheng Yan's figure.

"Third Brother, don't delay the Vice Gang Leader's important orders. Move. Leave none alive." Qiu Yun shot the saber-wielding man a glare and waved a large hand.

Cheng Yan rode forward to meet them, roaring at Zhou Qiming, "I'll cover you! Qiming, break out of the encirclement quickly and return to the Cheng Family to report this!"

At this moment, Cheng Yan had summoned all her courage, determined to buy them a little time. The Cheng Family's convoy absolutely could not all perish here. Otherwise, Cheng Yu and the others would face a devastating blow.

Cheng Yan knew that Zhou Qiming had mastered the Iron Cloth Skill. His defenses were exceptional, and he possessed the force of the Muscle Cultivation level. Of all of them, he had the greatest chance of escaping alive.

"This woman." Zhou Qiming shook his head. Cheng Yan was somewhat proud and arrogant, but her heart was not bad.

"Run!" Seeing Zhou Qiming standing there as if he had been scared stupid, Cheng Yan gritted her teeth. She had finally staked her life to buy him time.

"Hmph, trying to run? Did you ask Third Master? This brat is your lover, isn't he? I'll make sure to torture him properly!"

The one-armed Big Man had been watching Cheng Yan all along and had long found Zhou Qiming unpleasant. He leaped forward, and his powerful saber came crashing down!

Everyone wore mocking expressions. Third Brother was Qiu Yun's Confidant and loved tormenting captives most of all. His nature was cruel beyond measure. The youth Cheng Yan was protecting was likely doomed.

"Leave those two alive. They may be useful for extorting the Cheng Family," Qiu Yun ordered with a frown.

For Cheng Yan to protect him so desperately, this brat must hold a high position in the Cheng Family. Perhaps he could still be of use.

"Oh no!" Cheng Yan turned her head and saw a horrifying sight, her heart filled with alarm.

Before her words had even faded, the saber struck Zhou Qiming fiercely, producing a grating metallic clatter.

The one-armed man shifted aside, a smile appearing on his face as though he had already seen blood spurting everywhere. Having taken a solid slash from him, even a Muscle Cultivation Martial Artist would be severely wounded!

But his brow soon furrowed tightly. Something was wrong with the feel of that strike. It was as though he had hit a wall of copper and iron, and the recoil numbed his shoulder.

That full-powered slash even bent the front legs of the fine horse beneath Zhou Qiming.

Zhou Qiming's shirt had been torn open, revealing a resilient bronze-colored membrane of skin beneath. He had taken the blade head-on as lightly as drifting clouds and a gentle breeze.

"What?!" The Jinsha Gang members were dumbfounded.

"Damn it, that's Copper Skin! What powerful Hardening Arts." Qiu Yun's expression changed. Reaching Copper Skin at the pinnacle of Skin Grinding was a one-in-ten-thousand feat. Most people began suffering a decline in Blood Qi once they reached Stone Skin and prepared to charge into the next realm.

The golden period for Body Tempering was before the age of thirty-five. If one pushed every realm to its limit, one would likely endure until the body declined and became riddled with hidden injuries, only to reach Muscle Cultivation and Bone Forging.

"You... what kind of monster are you?" The one-armed man's expression changed drastically, and the urge to retreat rose in his heart.

Zhou Qiming slightly closed his eyes, sensing the power within his body as though he were immersed in it.

With the Iron Cloth Skill at Minor Achievement, Copper Skin from Skin Grinding, and ten points of Root Bone, his body had undergone an inconceivable transformation. His flesh could even withstand attacks at the Bone Forging level, while those at the Muscle Cultivation level could no longer break through his defenses.

[Iron Cloth Skill (Minor Achievement 59%!)]

His body had taken a saber strike head-on, and the Iron Cloth Skill's cultivation progress instantly surged by several percentage points.

Zhou Qiming was quite satisfied with his defensive power. His gaze swept toward the one-armed man like a vicious beast breaking free from its cage.

"You've enjoyed chopping at me enough. My turn now, isn't it?"

The savage voice fell into Third Brother's ears like the sound of death itself. Terrified out of his wits, he threw down his weapon and turned to run toward Qiu Yun.

Crack!

Before he had taken two steps, the one-armed man felt his neck clamped by an iron-like hand. With a sudden twist, his head soared into the sky.

Third Brother's face was full of regret. As his severed head flew upward, he saw the body below still stumbling forward. Am I dead? Damn it.

"Third Brother!" Qiu Yun was enraged beyond measure. The other man had moved so fast that he had not had time to save him.

Cheng Yan and the Guards below were also utterly shocked, admiration flashing in their eyes.

That one-armed man had been a Martial Artist at the peak of Muscle Cultivation. His saber carried a force of a thousand jin, yet before Zhou Qiming, who was in the Skin Refining Realm, he had been like a chick, utterly unable to resist.

Cheng Yan sucked in a cold breath, disbelief written all over her face. At first, she had been extremely dissatisfied when the Cheng Family sent Zhou Qiming to lead the convoy. Only now did she realize just how absurdly wrong she had been.

The Cheng Family had latched onto a mighty thigh. Perhaps they truly had hope of escaping today!

Cheng Yan's breathing quickened. She had already tried her best to overestimate Zhou Qiming's strength, yet she had still underestimated him!

"I'll skin you and pull out your tendons! Kill!" Qiu Yun's eyes bulged. A Skin Grinding ant had killed his subordinate in public, making him lose all face.

The battle cries shook the heavens as the Jinsha Gang members below clashed with the Cheng Family's Guards. The scene was bloody. The disparity between their forces was immense, and the battle immediately tipped to one side. The Cheng Family was locked in bitter struggle, with Skin Grinding Martial Artists continually bleeding and falling.

In an instant, both sides had killed until their eyes turned red. The Cheng Family's fighting strength was being suppressed and erased at a visible rate.

Qiu Yun locked onto Zhou Qiming's aura with deadly focus. In his eyes, Zhou Qiming was already a Cold Corpse.

The next moment, a scene that neither side had expected unfolded.

Zhou Qiming spurred his horse into a leap. As his long saber swung, several Muscle Cultivation Martial Artists rushing forward were all sent flying, dead or grievously wounded, like a commander of a hundred or a commander of a thousand on the battlefields of Great Xia.

Yet Zhou Qiming did not linger in battle. After raising his hand and killing a Muscle Cultivation Elite, he slapped the reins, turned, and charged out of the encirclement, fleeing away and leaving only his back to the crowd.

"Trying to run now? Too late!" Qiu Yun sneered. His leg bones crackled like frying beans as an extraordinarily terrifying aura erupted from him, and his figure vanished from where he stood.

He had always cherished his life and feared death. Following the principle that if he could not win, he at least had to outrun his foe, the first bones he focused on refining through Refine Bone Forging had been those in his legs. Among Martial Artists of the same level, his speed was among the best.

Had it been any other hall master of the Jinsha Gang, that brat with his Monstrous Strength might truly have escaped. Unfortunately for him, his luck was terrible—he had encountered Qiu Yun of the Earth Fiend Legs!