Teeth Shattered

The blood-red head looked utterly real, utterly ferocious. It howled shrilly, making everyone's scalp go numb.

Su Hao's expression changed, and he retreated again. His thoughts raced, yet he could find no way to respond. His cultivation was too low; powerful techniques were difficult for him to wield at their full might.

With his current abilities, crushing someone at the sixth layer of Qi Condensation was possible. Fighting someone at the seventh layer of Qi Condensation meant certain death!

"Hmph, now you know how formidable we are, don't you? You reckless madman."

"You dare run wild at our North Gate? Why don't you piss in a puddle and take a good look at yourself?"

Mockery rose from the crowd. As the blood-red skull advanced, they had already pictured Su Hao reduced to a bloody mess. In their eyes, he had brought this upon himself.

Crack! Crack!

The head lunged forward to devour him, its teeth razor-sharp enough to shatter gold and split stone.

Su Hao narrowed his eyes. Then, suddenly, his gaze lit up. His retreating steps came to a halt as he waited for the blood-red head to arrive.

To the onlookers, this was plainly an act of waiting for death. They believed Su Hao had given up in despair, powerless to resist.

Feng Chuan thought the same. A sinister smile curled across his lips as he thought, You dared act wildly before me? I'll make sure you die a miserable death. Once I kill you, my master, Elder Liu Dao, will back me up. Besides, this is North Gate territory. When the time comes, I can make up any excuse I want—you came here to murder someone, and I killed you in self-defense. Who could blame me?

The more he plotted, the colder his smile became.

"Ah!"

At that moment, a heart-rending scream rang out, agonized beyond compare—even louder than the squeal of a slaughtered pig.

The sound immediately filled Feng Chuan with a wicked sense of pleasure. The scene he had longed to see seemed to have happened: Su Hao's neck had been bitten through, and he was being devoured bit by bit.

He instantly looked over.

But—

At first glance, he froze. Looking again, his expression turned strange. By the third look, disbelief and horror had appeared on his face.

The ghost head had indeed bitten down, but it had not bitten Su Hao. It had bitten a plucked white chicken—or, more precisely, the white chicken's butt. And that chicken butt was incomparably tough. When the ghost head bit down, it let out a cracking sound as every one of its teeth shattered.

What kind of chicken had bones this hard?

It was not just him. Everyone around was stunned, staring at the chicken butt Su Hao had stuffed into the ghost head's mouth in horrified disbelief. Was this chicken butt even harder than a top-grade spiritual artifact?

"Cock-a-doodle-doo..."

The bald chicken widened its "big eyes" and let out a shriek, like a rooster crowing at dawn, dragging out the final note into a long wail.

As it crowed, Su Hao seized it by the neck and swung it fiercely, smashing the blood-red head clamped in the bald chicken's beak straight into the ground. The earth cracked, and fissures appeared across the blood-red head. The second smash widened the cracks, and blood actually flowed out from within. The third smash shattered it completely.

The head exploded!

The bald chicken continued its miserable howls, but Su Hao tossed it directly into his storage bag. Its body was incomparably tough; though it was in pain, the injuries were not fatal.

After doing all that, Su Hao raised his head and looked ahead. A cold smile tugged at his lips. "Does your magic treasure still have a second chance to be used?"

Feng Chuan was still dumbfounded. Ghost Spirit Incense, comparable to a top-grade spiritual artifact, had actually been defeated by a chicken butt. If word of this got out, who knew how many jaws would hit the floor.

At Su Hao's words, Feng Chuan lowered his head and looked at the incense in his hand. His face immediately fell. The finger-length stick of incense had burned out completely, its final wisp of smoke drifting away.

A chill rose in his heart.

By then, Su Hao was already striding toward him. Though his frame was not particularly tall, it carried terrifying pressure. The youth's still-boyish face bore a faint smile, yet that smile sent coldness through the hearts of all who saw it.

Bang!

The next instant, Su Hao threw a punch. Blood sprayed out, and a miserable shriek erupted as Feng Chuan's nasal bone snapped with a piercing crack.

Bang!

The second punch crashed in with the force of a mountain flood bursting loose. Feng Chuan's teeth shattered completely, swallowed down together with the blood.

He opened his mouth in a scream, but every tooth was gone. He had become a toothless man.

Bang!

Su Hao's third punch drove upward, striking Feng Chuan directly on the jaw. With a crisp crack, bone broke. Feng Chuan could barely even cry out as his body flew into the air, then crashed down, leaving a human-shaped crater in the ground.

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched. Those three punches looked painful enough just to watch. Feng Chuan's miserable state was an even greater shock, making them instinctively back away.

Once again, the outcome had exceeded everyone's expectations. Feng Chuan had arrived in domineering fashion with Ghost Spirit Incense, only to end up like this.

Yet the cause of it all was something no one would believe if told: a chicken butt!

"Killing you would seem to count as self-defense too," Su Hao said lightly. His voice drifted on the wind and reached Feng Chuan, who lay on the ground unable to move. It turned ice-cold in Feng Chuan's ears, making him tremble at once.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but with his jaw shattered, he could scarcely make a sound.

Su Hao stepped forward one step at a time. His footsteps were soft, yet carried a peculiar rhythm, striking the most sensitive nerves in one's body like the claws of the Grim Reaper slowly reaching out.

Feng Chuan's eyes flew wide with endless terror. The next moment, he struggled to crawl up, dropped to his knees before Su Hao, and repeatedly slammed his forehead against the ground, begging for his life.

Not a trace remained of his former arrogance and tyranny. Before death, so-called pride and dignity were worth less than clinging miserably to life.

"If I had fallen here, you definitely would not have spared me. Being human is not easy for anyone, but you wanted to kill me, so I will not play the useless good man either. Hand over your life today."

Su Hao's voice gradually turned cold and sinister. If someone wanted to kill him, he would kill them. In a world where people devoured people, what was the point of playing at that worthless bullshit called kindness?

The surrounding people watched tensely. They were all North Gate disciples; some had even fawned over Feng Chuan earlier, firmly standing in his camp and calling him brother. Yet now, as they watched him about to be killed, none of them dared utter a word.

"Stop!"

But just then, an aged voice rang out, accompanied by a terrifying aura that immediately halted Su Hao's steps and forced his body to retreat.

He narrowed his eyes and looked toward the great hall ahead. The voice had come from there, and that terrifying aura was also surging out from within.

As Su Hao fixed his gaze upon it, the hall doors opened, and two figures emerged—both elderly men. One wore a black robe, his expression gloomy; the other wore purple robes, with a pill furnace embroidered upon the chest.

There was no need to guess—the purple-robed elder had to be the fourth-grade alchemist, Danyangzi.

And the gloomy elder beside him... could he be Liu Dao?