Merit Breaks Twenty Thousand! Corpses! Yuan Hui!

Spirit-Returning Art?

What fucking bullshit!

This fat pig's strength probably couldn't even beat the old man when he was alive. His Gang Qi was absurdly weak.

And perhaps because he had eaten too many people, the power inside his body was a chaotic mess, impossible to fuse together at all.

Only that body full of fat was somewhat too bizarre.

Faced with such a thoroughgoing madman, Zhang Chu had completely lost any interest in questioning him.

He only wanted to beat this man to death!!

As for Jin Kui—

Even at death, his eyes were filled with disbelief.

He could not understand it. They were both in the Dark Strength Realm, so why could he not even block a single move? His face was full of unwillingness.

But unwillingness was useless.

Under Zhang Chu's full-powered palm strike, no matter how bizarre Jin Kui's fleshly body was, it could only become a puddle of minced meat.

After confirming that the other man was dead beyond any doubt, Zhang Chu willed it and opened the System Panel.

[Zhang Chu]

[Realm: Dark Strength]

[Martial Arts: True Martial Palm (Mastery) Cannot Be Enhanced, Yellow Court Inner Strength (Level Six) Not Enhanced]

[Merit Points: 21,200]

[Consume Merit Points to enhance martial arts?]

"It really has to be the Demonic Cult. One trip out and I got more than twenty thousand Merit Points. This fat pig alone was worth ten thousand!"

The Demonic Cult remnants were hateful, but Merit Points truly were fragrant enough to make Zhang Chu want to charge straight into their nest.

"Tap, tap..."

At that moment, footsteps sounded from behind him.

Zhang Chu turned around and saw Jin Mu and the others.

Earlier, when Zhang Chu had gone after Jin Kui alone, Jin Mu and the others had been frantic with worry. Although Zhang Chu's true strength had shocked them, Jin Kui was also in the Dark Strength Realm.

And he was a Dark Strength Realm expert who cultivated demonic arts. No one knew what hidden methods he might still possess.

That was why they had endured their injuries and rushed over one after another.

Even if they could not be of help, they could at least observe from the side and give warnings in advance.

Yet the moment Jin Mu and the others entered the rear courtyard, they could not help sucking in cold breaths.

The Boat Gang's rear courtyard was now a scene of utter devastation. Scarlet blood had fallen like rain, splattering across the entire ground.

Even more horrifying was the palm print that seemed to have descended from the heavens. It had driven the ground down more than three meters, exposing a deep pit several meters wide!

Within the pit, flesh and blood were a mangled blur.

An indescribable mass had turned into a pool of blood, giving off waves of pungent stench.

"Sorry. I struck a little too heavily just now and smashed him to pieces. That blurry thing is Jin Kui..."

Zhang Chu pointed at the flesh and blood in the pit.

Jin Kui's body had been like a small mountain. After his death, his flesh nearly filled that three-meter-deep pit.

Jin Mu and the others looked at one another.

Just after Zhang Chu had gone alone to pursue Jin Kui, they had followed almost immediately.

It had only been a few breaths at most.

In that little time, even if both men were Lesser Grandmasters of Dark Strength, they should not have exchanged more than a few moves...

Yet within those few breaths, Zhang Chu had beaten Jin Kui alive into a pile of minced meat?!

Jin Mu and the others no longer knew what to say.

They looked at Zhang Chu as if he were a monster.

No! He was even more terrifying than a monster! Because the previous monster had already become a pool of blood...

What they did not know was that Zhang Chu had delayed for several seconds by asking Jin Kui a few questions.

Otherwise, against someone in the Dark Strength Realm with such impure Gang Qi, he could have sent him out of this world with a single palm.

"Daoist Priest Zhang, you weren't ambushed by Jin Kui, were you? A demon like him is capable of any trick."

After recovering their senses, the group hurried forward to ask, worried that Zhang Chu had fallen victim to some underhanded scheme.

Zhang Chu shook his head and smiled. "Rest assured. He was not capable of ambushing me. It was nothing more than one palm."

Everyone: "..."

"Right. I was so focused on chasing Jin Kui earlier that I remember there were still two zombies in the hall, along with a man dressed in foreign garb. Where did they go?"

The situation had been urgent earlier, and he had been in a rush to save Jin Mu and the others, so he had temporarily forgotten to deal with those three little things. They were all Merit Points—he could not let them get away.

"Rest assured, Daoist Priest Zhang. That Demonic Cult thief was first injured by the master, then knocked back by the Gang Qi unleashed by Jin Kui. He did not die, but he has fainted in the hall."

"As for those two zom—Silver Corpses, without the gu insects controlling them, they have already lost the ability to move."

Jin Mu stepped forward and explained what had happened.

Now that Jin Kui, the hidden danger, was gone, the two Silver Corpses and the Refining Corpse Sect member were no longer a cause for concern.

"Let's go take a look at that corpse-driving sect." Zhang Chu was thinking of the Merit Points and wanted to pull out the weeds and dig up the roots.

"You're mistaken, Senior Brother Zhang. They are not a corpse-driving sect, but the Refining Corpse Sect! And Silver Corpses are not zombies. They are made from living people through secret arts."

Jiang Yourong reminded him from the side, roughly explaining the Refining Corpse Sect's filthy and cruel methods.

"Then they deserve to die even more!"

Zhang Chu's words sent a chill through everyone's hearts.

For some reason, they felt that in certain respects, Zhang Chu was often even more terrifying than the Demonic Cult...

Zhang Chu and the others arrived at the hall.

Sure enough, they saw two Silver Corpses standing motionless.

Without another word, he walked over and raised his hands. With two palm strikes, the heads of the two Silver Corpses, which even blades and swords struggled to harm, exploded with two bangs, turning them into headless corpses.

Just then—

Sun Youwei, Hong Shijie, and the others who had previously acted with him on the right side happened to arrive at the main hall.

When Sun Youwei saw Zhang Chu smash apart the Silver Corpses' heads with two palms again, she instinctively took two steps back.

"Does this man never leave a complete corpse behind..."

"Why does he have to shatter heads every time..."

Sun Youwei was no longer afraid of the Demonic Cult. Instead, she was somewhat afraid of this young-looking Daoist priest...

Ignoring everyone's reactions.

Zhang Chu looked at the two Silver Corpses in confusion.

"Why didn't my Merit Points increase?"

"Could it be because they were members of the Righteous Path while alive, so killing them gives no Merit Points?"

Zhang Chu felt that was probably the reason.

It had made him happy for nothing.

He had thought he could gain several thousand more Merit Points.

"But I seem to remember there was still a Refining Corpse Sect thief, wasn't there?" Zhang Chu turned to look toward a corner of the main hall.

Just as Zhang Chu was about to continue acting—

Jin Mu suddenly stepped out to stop him. "Please wait, Daoist Priest Zhang. This thief cannot be killed yet."

"Oh? There are people I cannot kill?"

Seeing the change in Zhang Chu's gaze, Jin Mu realized that he had misspoken.

He hurriedly said, "No, no, Daoist Priest Zhang, you misunderstand. What I mean is, why this thief came to Linjiang and sought out Jin Kui is still a secret."

"Moreover, the Refining Corpse Sect has always hidden its tracks. Perhaps we can pry the location of their headquarters from this man's mouth!"

Hearing this explanation, Zhang Chu nodded.

If they truly could pry the location of the Refining Corpse Sect's headquarters from him, that would be tremendous news.

He was desperately short on Merit Points now!

If he could wipe out a Demonic Cult Branch, he was confident that he could enter the Jade Liquid Grandmaster Realm in one stroke!

"Fine. Then I'll leave this man to Guard Jin. If you learn anything, please inform Zhang."

"Rest assured, Daoist Priest. Once we uncover any information on the Refining Corpse Sect, we will definitely send it to True Martial Temple first."

Jin Mu gave his solemn assurance.

He then ordered his men to begin cleaning up the battlefield.

This trip to the Boat Gang had been an exceptionally brutal battle. Of the more than ten independent cultivators in the Second-rate Realm, nearly half had died. Even one Sky Patrol Guard in the First-rate Realm had fallen.

Other than Sun Youwei and the others who had acted with Zhang Chu on the right route, everyone else had suffered severe injuries.

No one had expected such a small Boat Gang to conceal so many Demonic Cult members.

"Wait! Who is he?"

As the soldiers carried corpses outside, Zhang Chu spotted someone, and his gaze suddenly sharpened!

"Are you asking about Master Yuan Hui?"

Jin Mu stepped forward and looked at the corpse ahead. "This is Master Yuan Hui of Jinguang Temple. He previously used the alias Guard Ma and died at Jin Kui's hands."

Speaking of Yuan Hui, Jin Mu could not help feeling sorrowful. This master, who had rid the world of demons, was gone forever...

"Could it be that Daoist Priest Zhang knew the master?"

Jin Mu was somewhat curious, but then felt it was impossible. Sky Patrol Guards fought the Demonic Cult year-round and almost never showed their true faces. How could Zhang Chu know him?

But what he did not know was—

Zhang Chu did not merely know him.

He had not dared forget him for even a moment!

With that casual glance just now, Zhang Chu had noticed a small knife scar on Master Yuan Hui's right hand, and it instantly reminded him of something!

He clearly remembered that the murderer who had assassinated the original owner also had a knife scar on his right hand.

It was identical to Yuan Hui's scar!