Blade Slices Yang He, The Crowd Is Shocked And Speculates

Moments later, Zhou Qiming returned to the courtyard, packed his belongings, and took the Mountain-Weight Saber in hand.

All his valuables from these past days had been converted into resources and spent on himself; the martial arts manuals had been read and burned, so he felt no attachment.

"And there are still thieves."

Zhou Qiming was about to leave when he heard movement outside the courtyard, finding it amusing.

"Brother Chen, this kid's young but has a chef's skill—sending him to the Hantian Army would fetch a high price."

Several thieves followed the leading man as they vaulted into the courtyard, but Zhou Qiming's cold gaze fixed on them, making them feel as if sitting on needles.

"Pretty sharp senses, spotting us."

The leading man quickly calmed down, gave a cold smile, then tossed a handful of Lime Powder, signaling the others to swarm in.

"My cousin Chen Meng, you killed him, right? Let me show you the taste of Bone-Breaking Hand!"

Chen Tianxing grinned savagely. Two months ago, his cousin's corpse had been found floating in the river. He'd investigated for a long time without finding the killer's trail, but this Zhou Qiming had clashed with him before, and now he'd even climbed to the position of head chef—there was no way he wasn't involved.

Yet three or four long blades struck him as if hitting bronze, iron, or boulders, producing only a resonant clang without even breaking the skin.

"What, how is this possible!"

"Could he be a Copper Skin Iron Bones expert?"

"Isn't this kid a chef? How did he train to the Body Tempering Realm?"

Their scalps went numb, as if their very souls had been shaken.

Zhou Qiming shook his head. These flies were too weak, failing to spark any interest.

He stepped forward with a misaligned stride, the heavy saber on his back, his footsteps like drumbeats, then his hand shot out like an eagle's talon, plucking a head wherever it passed.

"I was wrong! My cousin was asking for it—don't kill me!"

Bone-Breaking Hand Chen Tianxing dropped to his knees instantly, wetting his pants in terror, lacking even the courage to flee.

But the only response was the sound of his neck snapping.

"I won't accept this! Hall Master Yang He will avenge me." Hatred and regret lingered in Chen Tianxing's eyes.

Who could have guessed that a teenage chef at the restaurant harbored such monstrous strength? They'd planned to kidnap him and then go drink and have fun, only to be slaughtered and sent on their way in the blink of an eye.

"Why do you have to force me? And you even dared to threaten me."

Zhou Qiming stepped out the door and headed toward Qingfeng Hall, his Killing Intent surging like a tide.

He'd only been training in martial arts for a few months, yet he'd already stained his hands with multiple lives. He didn't mind adding Yang He to the list. This world was too dangerous—if you didn't harm others, you'd be harmed!

And since Chen Tianxing had come to kidnap him, it meant the others from the restaurant were also at Qingfeng Hall.

He activated Earth Fiend Legs, and a ghostly figure shot away like an arrow, vanishing from the spot to arrive at Qingfeng Hall's stronghold.

"Who goes there!"

Yang He was practicing with his saber when he jolted, his gaze sweeping over.

This saber-bearer's movement technique was too fast, and his Blood Qi was tightly restrained, yet it radiated extreme threat—definitely a powerhouse on the level of the gang leader!

"Qiming, why are you here?" Head Chef Liu broke out in a cold sweat, shocked that Zhou Qiming had come alone to save them, risking himself.

In everyone's eyes, Qingfeng Hall's stronghold was undoubtedly a Dragon's Pool Tiger's Den.

Chef Li also stamped his foot, worried for him: "Don't be reckless. These Martial Artists aren't something you can handle. We're not in mortal danger—don't worry about us."

In truth, the Jinsha Gang had use for chefs like them and wouldn't exterminate them like they had the Xiao Family.

"So you're the one who killed Qiu Yun, and the one who killed Xiao Tian that time too..."

Yang He's words were startling as he probed.

This kid had hidden himself too deeply. He clearly had strength that crushed Bone Forging, yet he still slummed it working at the restaurant, even making Head Chef Liu and the others worry for him.

But only Yang He knew that this guy was a true killing star.

"You and I are like well water and river water—we don't interfere. I was wrong to have seized the restaurant's people. I'll release them now and pay five hundred taels of silver as compensation. Let's call this matter settled, how about it?"

Yang He's scalp went numb under the other's gaze, and he took the initiative to beg for mercy.

Are you kidding? Even Qiu Yun had died at this guy's hands, and that day after killing Xiao Tian, a single collision had broken several of his ribs. Zhou Qiming's strength was unfathomable—definitely not someone he could provoke.

If he'd known that the Haolai Restaurant had such a terrifying expert backing it, Yang He would never have made a move against it. Now he immediately bowed his head in apology.

"What? Who is Qiming really? Yang He actually backed down."

"Did I hear that right? How, how is this possible?"

"We were all wrong. Qiming must be a young master from a Prefecture Noble Family out on training—how else could he make the Jinsha Gang sell him face?"

The chefs were overjoyed, never expecting things to turn out this way.

The usually low-key Zhou Qiming actually possessed such terrifying influence, and at just fifteen or sixteen, his future potential was definitely even more monstrous than Xiao Tian's. That Yuan Tieyi had been blind to let such a good seedling slip away.

"If apologies worked, why learn martial arts?"

Zhou Qiming remained unmoved, swinging the saber from his back. "And if I kill you, that money will still be mine."

The crowd gasped, never expecting Zhou Qiming to have such a domineering side. The other party had already bowed his head in apology, but he still chose to fight—this was absolute confidence in his own strength.

"You go too far!"

Yang He, feeling insulted and belittled, flew into a rage.

He unleashed his Qingfeng Blade technique, moving like autumn wind scattering leaves, his figure swift and dizzying to the eye.

Back when he relied on this practiced blade art, even Xiao Tian couldn't do anything to him.

Yet all this, in the eyes of Zhou Qiming at Bone Forging Great Accomplishment, was no longer impressive.

"Too slow."

Zhou Qiming shook his head, pointed a finger out, and blocked the Qingfeng Blade at its vital spot, rendering it unable to advance an inch. Then, with a reverse shake, the Mountain-Weight Saber swept through like a guillotine's elegant arc, and Yang He gushed blood, his body severed in two at the waist.

"How... how is this possible..." Yang He's body crumpled, his eyes filled with madness and disbelief.

"Hiss, how does Qiming have such strength? He's even stronger than Xiao Tian."

"Too terrifying. Why would he come work at a tavern?"

"Am I seeing things? The invincible Qingfeng Hall Master, dead in one slash?"

The chefs and servants stood dumbfounded, feeling their worldview shattered. There was no joy at surviving the ordeal, only awe and shock toward the youth.

With such prodigious strength at this age, everyone became more convinced that Zhou Qiming must possess a Noble Family Bloodline—there was no other explanation.

"We're saved!" Head Chef Liu and the others rejoiced, following behind Zhou Qiming as they fled. With the latter's strength and background as a noble scion, he might truly be able to intimidate Sha Heihu.

"First, regroup at the Iron Clothes Martial Arts School." Zhou Qiming searched the Qingfeng Hall, then immediately led everyone back to the town.

Unfortunately, not everyone was like Qiu Yun, carrying martial arts manuals on their person. Of course, the Qingfeng Blade technique was now too low-level for him. Zhou Qiming planned to find some higher-tier martial arts in the county town to practice, preferably an internal cultivation method.