Skill and Method

There was no life force devouring it, nor did the divine realm absorb it.

It's just the simplest way of tearing it apart.

Tear into pieces

Tear it to shreds!

The boy's torso remained unchanged, but his hands swelled violently, turning a bluish-green color and emitting a putrid stench.

Each time he swung his enormous hands, a piercing scream that could tear your eardrums erupted, followed by severed limbs! Organs! Blood mist!

Lu Mingzhu is capable.

In just one afternoon, she had made contact with most of the people inside the hotel and accurately assessed the general situation.

She had already compiled a list of people she could poach, people she could recruit, and people who were unbreakable and utterly loyal to the 'big boss' by organizing the information she received.

Not entirely accurate, but sufficient for most purposes.

Zhang Fusheng scrutinized the faces of each employee, regardless of whether they were in the Third Refinement, Fourth Refinement, or Fifth Refinement, grabbing them roughly and tearing them in two!

The pent-up violence in his heart did not dissipate; instead, it grew even stronger.

He involuntarily recalled the countless times he had fallen into demonic possession, and seven words surfaced in his mind.

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

The urge to kill almost overwhelmed him, nearly causing him to succumb to demonic possession once more.

"Stop!"

An aged hand suddenly pressed down on Zhang Fusheng's swollen, bluish-green arm.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly exerted all his strength, trying to pry open this old thing that had appeared out of nowhere, but the other party did not budge.

"Mr. Liao!"

"Great Mr. Liao!"

The warriors who escaped with their lives cried out almost in tears.

The old man looked grave as he glanced at the horrific scene in the lobby. Because of the execution, ninety percent of the employees had gathered in the lobby to watch, and now nearly half of them were dead!

The ground was covered in blood, pooling in low-lying areas, and there were severed limbs everywhere. The guests had long since fled.

"Who are you."

Zhang Fusheng stared at him. At this moment, he was only using the power of the Sixth Refinement of Perfection, but with the amplification of the local 'Giant Contemplation', his strength doubled and was still a huge 20,000 jin!

But the old man's hand pressed gently on his arm, and he couldn't move at all.

"Liao Xianji, under orders from Old Master Hong, is stationed here."

The old man said in a deep voice:

"You must be the Fourth Young Master?"

Zhang Fusheng did not answer, but asked coldly:

"You're going to stop me from beating a dog?"

Liao Xianji raised an eyebrow and met the boy's gaze; a trace of crimson still lingered in the boy's eyes.

His heart skipped a beat, and a chill ran down his spine for no apparent reason.

A moment of silence.

"Fourth Young Master is joking," Liao Xianji exhaled. "If you were to kill them all, the hotel would be unable to continue operating. Even a one-day shutdown would be a huge loss."

Zhang Fusheng suddenly asked:

"Twelve Refinements?"

Liao Xianji shook his head:

"I only have Seventh Refinement."

"Are you joking?" Zhang Fusheng's expression grew even colder. Seventh Refinement? Could his master personally arrange for someone to be stationed here?

Even at the Seventh Refinement Perfection, the force required is only 20,000 jin. How could someone suppress me so easily?

Zhang Fusheng's body gradually expanded, fully unleashing his Giant Contemplation, transforming into a three-meter giant. He still restrained himself, only releasing the 10,000 jin of strength at the Sixth Refinement level of Perfection. With a three-fold amplification, it became 30,000 jin.

The seventh, eighth, and ninth refinements First Refinement add a total of 10,000 jin of strength, totaling 30,000 jin, which is already the peak of the eighth refinement.

Can.

The frail old man had one hand pinned down on Zhang Fusheng's massive arm; Zhang Fusheng couldn't even move his legs, let alone push the old man away!

The old man's hands seemed to emanate a strange force, 'sticking' him to the spot.

"You still say you're Seventh Refinement?" Zhang Fusheng asked coldly.

"It is indeed the Seventh Refinement."

Liao Xianji stared intently at the three- or four-meter-tall giant. He himself was only 1.6 meters tall, and looked like a toy in front of the giant.

He smiled and said:

"Fourth Young Master, you may not know this, but I was born with extremely poor Root Bone. Of the ten parts of this Mysterious Factor I absorbed, nine parts leaked out. However, I have good comprehension."

Liao Xianji lightly released his grip, and Zhang Fusheng threw a punch at him.

'When!!!'

The old man's skin turned pale silver; the punch that landed on him had 30% of its force rebounding, tearing Zhang Fusheng's arm apart.

The remaining 70% actually traveled and vibrated along his skin membrane, eventually flowing out from under his feet, causing the floor to shatter with a crash.

He shook his hand.

Zhang Fusheng stared at Liao Xianji:

"What kind of kung fu is this?"

"I have reached the Perfection level of the Lesser Golden Body Technique bestowed by Old Master Hong. My skin glows with silver light, and I am impervious to force," Liao Xianji said with a smile.

Zhang Fusheng raised an eyebrow and threw another punch, accompanied by a tiger's roar. A pale green mist flowed out from the torn, massive arm, gathering into the shape of a tiger!

"Um?"

Liao Xianji's expression became more serious. His palms suddenly turned the color of black jade, and he pushed them out together, creating a loud tidal sound!

Zhang Fusheng slammed his fist into his palm, a pale white shockwave exploding outwards. His brow furrowed instantly, sensing the opponent's force surging like a tidal wave.

One wave after another, each wave stronger than the last!

Despite having only 20,000 jin of strength, the old man, amidst the heavy, overlapping waves, unleashed a palm force exceeding 300,000 jin with the final surge!

Zhang Fusheng took three steps back, causing the lobby to shake three times.

"What is this?" He licked his lips, his eyes bloodshot, the violence subsiding—or rather, replaced by excitement.

"Tide Born Palm".

The skinny old man smiled and said:

"I have mastered this Middle Vehicle- level palm technique to Perfection. When I push my palms together, it's like a surging wave."

"Fourth Young Master, your punch was powerful, but how does it feel to have your fist 'enter the sea' and then be pushed back by the waves?"

Zhang Fusheng exclaimed in amazement:

"So, I defeated myself?"

"You could say that."

Liao Xianji said calmly:

"Fourth Young Master, I am only at the Seventh Refinement of cultivation, yet Old Master Hong has placed me here to oversee things because even ordinary people at the Twelve Refinements are no match for me."

"Fourth Young Master, please leave."

Zhang Fusheng grinned:

"Old man, how many Cultivation Method have you mastered to Perfection?"

"Two skills Perfection, one skill Limit-Breaking."

Liao Xianji spoke slowly:

"I have grasped the Great Tide True Intent and the Mud Swamp True Intent."

Zhang Fusheng suddenly realized:

"A swamp? No wonder I couldn't move earlier."

He laughed heartily:

"Mr. Liao, right? I have to thank you; you've opened up a new avenue for me."

Technique can be used to such an extent!

Others might spend their entire lives Great Accomplishment a single skill, and that would already make them Perfection in their region.

This old fellow has two Perfection techniques and one that Limit-Breaking!

There's also the True Intention, like the Tiger Roar Fist, which can only be True Intention after Limit-Breaking.

This old man must be very, very smart.

Want to.

Zhang Fusheng slowly returned to normal, then pointed to Lu Mingzhu was unconscious on the torture bench:

"Tomorrow, I want to see her unharmed."

Liao Xianji pondered for a moment, then nodded:

"No problem."

"Furthermore, I have control of one-third of the hotel," Zhang Fusheng said expressionlessly. "She will perform this function on my behalf."

"That's how it should be." Liao Xianji nodded readily.

Zhang Fusheng smiled, gazed at the thin, short old man, walked forward naked, gently patted his shoulder, and whispered:

"I hope you're not on the Eldest Senior Brother's side."

Liao Xianji raised an eyebrow:

"Fourth Young Master is joking. I will only side with the Master. Of course, when Master Hong is not around, the Eldest Young Master will naturally take precedence."

"You seem both smart and not smart."

Zhang Fusheng smiled meaningfully:

"Besides, I don't like you."

He reached out and placed his hand on Liao Xianji's chest, the latter remaining calm.

"Fourth Young Master, you are not my friend."

The hand that was pressed against the withered old man's chest suddenly trembled, ignoring the silvery skin and the continuous, surging force, and went straight through the old man's chest, appearing inside his chest cavity!

Then the ethereal palm suddenly solidified into a tangible form.

Clutching his aged but still strong heart, Zhang Fusheng stared at Liao Xianji looked terrified and dared not move.

No matter how many tricks the other side has up their sleeve, it's all in vain.

Even if you crush your heart, you'll still die.

Zhang Fusheng smiled and said:

"You should be glad that your brain is still somewhat useful to me."

He withdrew his hand, turned and left without hesitation, not even bothering to grab a piece of clothing to put on.

They walked out of the hotel through the blood, leaving a trail of bloody footprints.