The One Who Kills You, Fu Quanliang

Screech—

Before Fu Quanliang had finished speaking, a piercing sword cry exploded through the air.

The longsword strapped to the black-clad man's back flew from its sheath in an instant, killing intent staining his expressionless face.

Lifted by an invisible force, the longsword crossed more than thirty zhang in the blink of an eye, pierced through Fu Quanliang's left shoulder, then swept upward and nailed him to the beam before the house.

When had the dancers inside ever seen such a sight? They were terrified out of their wits and screamed without pause.

"A piece of trash at the seventh level of the Qi Cultivation Realm dares to spout such wild words?"

The black-clad man sneered. "You insulted my sect. Today, I will make you regret every word you just said!"

"Then don't let me die too quickly."

Fu Quanliang clenched his teeth, cold sweat covering his brow as his gaze darted about, trying to find Chu Zheng.

Yet everywhere he looked was empty. There was not a single soul in sight.

"Heh..."

Fu Quanliang gave a bitter laugh. If he were Chu Zheng, he would not risk stepping in either.

A Spiritual Spring Realm cultivator had already nurtured mana within their body. They could wield magical artifacts and soar through the air. Their Combat Power was worlds apart from that of the Qi Cultivation Realm. In the eyes of mortals, they were true Supreme Immortals.

Chu Zheng could defeat him, but that did not mean he could defeat the man before him.

The black-clad man slowly approached Fu Quanliang and spoke in a deep voice:

"Remember this. The one killing you today is Jiang Cunhu of Nightlight Pavilion."

Before his words had faded, a figure suddenly squeezed out from the corner of the courtyard. It leaped up without a sound, its palm and fingers turning as countless razor-sharp throwing darts poured down like a torrential rain, striking straight for the man's back.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A succession of dull explosions erupted like thunder from level ground. The large bluestone slabs paving the courtyard shattered one after another, and flying clods of dirt and broken stones instantly filled the entire yard, kicking up dust that blotted out the sky.

Chu Zheng's gaze turned icy. He drew in a deep breath, then exhaled heavily. Empowered by Qi, the breath he expelled instantly became a violent gale. Layer upon layer of roof tiles were swept up, and the rising dust dispersed in an instant.

Jiang Cunhu crouched amid the devastated courtyard, a curtain of light enveloping his body.

The light curtain was pitted and scarred, already riddled with cracks. Jiang Cunhu's black clothes were nearly reduced to rags, and bloody wounds covered his entire body.

Countless short darts and flying needles lay scattered beside him. Under the sunlight, they gleamed with a faint blue sheen, clearly steeped in deadly poison.

The moment he had attacked, Chu Zheng had infused each of those Hidden Weapons with Qi. Their sharpness had been unmatched, all for the sake of killing with a single blow. From the looks of it, it had worked.

Jiang Cunhu stared fixedly at Chu Zheng. He raised a hand and stuffed a pill into his mouth, saying nothing and not moving an inch. His wounds wriggled, streams of black blood spraying out as his breathing steadily eased.

Poison potent enough to seal the throats of Great Grandmasters with a single drop had struck him so many times in an instant, yet he was already almost unharmed in the blink of an eye. Such tenacious vitality made Chu Zheng frown.

"You little thief..."

Jiang Cunhu's gaze was cold and sinister. Before he could finish, the light above his head suddenly dimmed. An Iron Mace came crashing down like Mount Tai bearing down upon him, smashing toward his Spiritual Platform Hundred Meetings.

Chu Zheng had no interest in wasting words with him. He circulated his Qi through the heavenly cycle and absorbed Great Sun Essence. The yang energy within him surged upward, and his body visibly swelled by a full circle, almost taking on the form of a dragon and tiger. The Iron Mace in his hand weighed a thousand jun, and as he swung it, the wind howled like thunder—terrifying beyond measure.

Crack—

With one strike of the mace, the light shield around Jiang Cunhu was smashed apart by brute force. His face changed instantly as he raised a hand to recall his Flying Sword, but it did not return for a long while.

When he turned to look, he saw Fu Quanliang's face twisted in ferocity. Both hands gripped the sword hilt as he pinned the Flying Sword tightly within his body. Even as the sword light wounded him and tore apart his flesh and bones, he refused to let go. For a moment, the Flying Sword could not break free.

"Bastard! You—"

Bang!

Jiang Cunhu's furious roar was smashed back into his chest by Chu Zheng's mace. His body flew up like a torn rag, streaked through the air, smashed through two thick walls in succession, and only then crashed heavily onto the ground.

Chu Zheng caught up in two or three strides and reached toward Jiang Cunhu.

Jiang Cunhu (First Order): Residual poison in his body; his heart muscle has been pierced by shattered ribs in his chest. You nearly beat him to death on the spot. Repairable (0/30).

This condition was even more horrifying than Song Yun's had been. More than half his body had already passed through the gates of hell.

Chu Zheng used one repair attempt to keep Jiang Cunhu alive, then turned back toward Fu Quanliang.

The Flying Sword lodged beside his shoulder had now stopped struggling.

Chu Zheng rose and hurried to Fu Quanliang's side. He pulled out the Flying Sword, directly stopped Fu Quanliang's bleeding through the Panel, then stuffed an Essence Pill into his mouth as a cover and casually repaired a small portion of his injuries.

"You do it."

Chu Zheng stepped on the faintly trembling Flying Sword, tossed the Iron Mace to Fu Quanliang, and signaled for him to finish Jiang Cunhu.

One had to be cautious when killing people from Immortal Sects. Who knew whether those great immortal sects possessed some secret technique for tracking people? It was most fitting for Fu Quanliang to take over.

The Iron Mace was ultimately only a mortal weapon and could not bear excessively powerful force. The blow with which Chu Zheng had shattered the light shield had already bent and warped it somewhat.

Fu Quanliang silently accepted the bent Iron Mace. Expressionless, he slowly rose and walked to Jiang Cunhu's side.

Slap—

He dealt Jiang Cunhu a heavy slap across the face.

"Wake up!"

Slap—

"Wake up!"

After taking several slaps in succession, Jiang Cunhu, who was on the verge of death, gradually regained a shred of consciousness and slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was a face stained red with blood.

Fu Quanliang bared his teeth and slowly raised the Iron Mace. The smile on his face was somewhat savage.

"Remember this. The one killing you today is Fu Quanliang."

Bang!

The Iron Mace crashed down heavily, then rose again and fell once more.

Only after beating Jiang Cunhu's upper body into a pool of bloody pulp did Fu Quanliang finally stop.

The pressure that had accumulated in his heart over these days had been completely vented. For a moment, he felt utterly drained and could not help but collapse onto the ground, staring blankly into space.

Seeing this, and sensing that the Flying Sword beneath his foot had gone still, Chu Zheng finally picked it up.

Gale Step Sword (First Order): Among First Order weapons, it is already of superior grade. Though it has endured decades of slaughter, its owner carefully nurtured it, leaving it without the slightest damage. It can increase the mana of First Order beings by thirty percent.

After pondering briefly, Chu Zheng made up his mind.

Qi Cultivators also had methods of Object Manipulation. He could use this Flying Sword as well, but he would not feel at ease using it.

Not far away, Fu Quanliang came back to his senses and asked with some surprise, "What method did you use just now to conceal your tracks?"

He had only heard that some secret treasures could directly hide one's body. He had never seen it before.

"The Invisibility Technique. Want to learn it?" Chu Zheng replied casually.

"Yes."

A trace of hope flashed through Fu Quanliang's eyes. "You are willing to teach me?"

"Of course not."

Chu Zheng shook his head. "But I have something else to give you."

"What is it?" Fu Quanliang froze.

"The Life Bond Seal."

Chu Zheng spread his palm. Primordial Qi emerged outward and condensed into a talismanic pattern, which he struck into Fu Quanliang's brow from afar.

"From this moment on, if I live, you live. If I die, you die."

"What if I die first?" Fu Quanliang's face turned pale.

"I'll burn you some extra paper money, so you can still live well down there."