Boom!
The wall of the rear garden was smashed apart by two figures crashing into it.
Dust billowed everywhere.
Shen Yi stepped out through the hole in the broken wall.
Like a humanoid ferocious beast.
He followed the central axis, plowing straight through from the main gate.
He had thoroughly punched through the Flying Fish Gang's headquarters.
He had killed more than thirty people in all, though most had been cannon-fodder gang members who had not even reached the Entry Realm.
The rest were either servants with no knowledge of martial arts, or had sensed danger and slipped away early, oiling the soles of their feet.
Shen Yi glanced at the system panel within his Inner Vision:
Remaining secluded cultivation: 9 years and 3 months
He exhaled.
Whenever this happened, Shen Yi would quietly remind himself to stay vigilant and not become addicted to slaughter.
He looked up.
A fat man in brocade stood in the center of the rear garden. Tao Tao blocked the rear gate, while Wu De's corpse was piled together with that of a young servant.
Tao Tao pointed at him.
"This is the gang leader, Peng Lianbiao."
Shen Yi gave a slight nod. Taking one step forward, he flickered and was already close to Peng Lianbiao, his fan-sized hand extending in a palm strike.
In Peng Lianbiao's eyes,
that black-clad man's gigantic palm was like a Heaven-Overturning Seal that blotted out the sky and sun, howling as it came crashing down upon the crown of his head.
If it landed solidly,
his brains would burst, and he would be dead beyond dead!
Peng Lianbiao cried out in alarm.
"What exactly do you want?!"
"I only beg you to spare my life!"
Whoosh.
The descending giant palm stopped abruptly.
Yet death's shadow still hung