The Netherworld Pacification Bureau's Mission

In that instant, an astonishing aura erupted from Lin Qing. Wei Dong had just pushed open the door when it engulfed him. His heart lurched, his legs went weak, and he nearly dropped to his knees.

"Lin—Brother Lin, you're way too fierce."

Lin Qing finished his practice, slowly breathed out, and loosened his limbs.

He could clearly feel that the strength in a single arm had surged again, approaching five hundred thousand jin.

It was an outrageous figure. An ordinary Martial Artist in the True Gang Realm possessed only forty thousand jin of strength. Lin Qing had more than ten times that.

With that in mind, Lin Qing scooped up a pebble from the ground and flicked it. Whoosh! It became a dark streak and struck a jujube tree nearby, one so thick that two people would have had to link arms to encircle it.

With a deafening crack, the tree exploded where the pebble hit. Wood chips flew, and the trunk snapped in half, crashing to the ground.

That single flying stone could blow an ordinary fourth-realm Martial Artist apart, Lin Qing thought.

Wei Dong had heard the pebble whistle through the air. He could feel the terrifying power packed into it.

He swallowed. "Lin—Brother Lin, you've entered the True Gang Realm?"

Lin Qing nodded slightly. "Remember to keep it secret."

He had not expected Wei Dong to walk in just as he broke through.

But since Wei Dong had seen it, he might as well admit it.

"Of course, of course! You're incredible, Brother Lin. It hasn't even been a year, and you've entered the True Gang Realm!" Wei Dong's face shone with admiration. Standing before Lin Qing, he could faintly sense a pressure he had only felt when facing Wang Ling. Could Lin Qing already rival Wang