Creak~
As the door was pushed open, the rotten old wooden door let out a heavy groan.
Qin Zheng gripped the Ghost-Head Saber in one hand, slung it over his shoulder, and stepped into the room.
Then, an invisible aura began to gather within the room.
"You're not afraid of me?"
At that moment, the man sitting casually on the bed, dressed in ill-fitting loose clothes and made up to look poor, asked curiously.
Qin Zheng looked at him and inexplicably found him somewhat familiar. At once, he searched through his memories for anything related to the man.
Several breaths later, Qin Zheng said, "Was the palm print on my chest left by you?"
Fragments of memory showed that this unremarkable man before him had struck the previous owner of this body in the chest while he was not paying attention.
The man immediately burst into laughter. Then he said, "Looks like you little dog have some brains after all."
"That's right. The palm print on your chest was left by my famed ultimate technique, the Black Fiend Palm!"
"After being struck by this palm, there will be no abnormalities at first. But as the palm force gradually corrodes the body, the palm print will grow deeper and deeper."
"The victim will also suffer heart-rending, lung-tearing agony, until they are eventually tortured to death by pain."
"The four mud-legged peasants who were struck along with you all died that way."
"I'm very curious. Why haven't you died?"
As he spoke, the man rose from the bed, revealing the hands concealed within his wide sleeves.
They were two palms as large as cattail fans, pitch-black all over, gleaming with a faint metallic luster.
They did not look like a pair of hands, but rather a pair of weapons!
"Do you know how much suffering you caused me by not dying?!"
At the same time, as he stood and revealed his hands, his expression became sinister as well.
"It was because you didn't die that the Young Gang Leader was beheaded, leading to the destruction of the Golden Cicada Gang!"
"Not only did I suffer the Gang Leader's harsh punishment, I became a rat crossing the street, too scared to show my face!"
"Now, I can only sneak out by wearing these rag clothes that not even dogs would wear!"
"Tell me! Shouldn't you die?!"
By the end, the man's eyes were already filled with towering rage.
"Today, I will definitely bring your dog head to see the Gang Leader!"
He shouted coldly and immediately stretched out both hands, about to pounce on Qin Zheng.
But at that moment, Qin Zheng suddenly spoke. "Have you considered why I still came inside when you entered my home without hiding yourself at all?"
"Or do you think I wouldn't notice someone entering my home?"
The man froze at those words and said, "What?"
Then—
Boom!!
A figure suddenly smashed out of the earthen house.
It rolled through the air before crashing into the wall of a nearby abandoned earthen house.
Right after that, Qin Zheng emerged from his own earthen house with the Ghost-Head Saber resting on one shoulder, looking toward the man opposite him.
Meanwhile, another line of text appeared upon the Merit Scroll in his mind-sea.
Wei Feng, ruthless and vicious, steeped in evil deeds. Kill him to obtain one tael and three qian of merit!
Qin Zheng had been right after all. The Golden Cicada Gang's retaliation had come knocking so quickly!
He simply had not expected that the one who came to act would not be Shi Dian, and that remnants of the Golden Cicada Gang still remained.
It seemed that even Ji Changyin could not capture every martial artist possessing martial arts.
But this was good as well. These people burdened with sin could remain behind to help him accumulate merit!
At this moment, Wei Feng, who had been sent flying by a single saber strike, quickly climbed to his feet.
He stared at Qin Zheng in utter shock, repeatedly looking him over from head to toe as though he believed he had found the wrong person.
Qin Zheng's expression remained calm. Before entering the house, after noticing someone inside, he had immediately chosen to refine the Sarira of the Holy Monk tucked against his chest.
At the same time, he had obtained the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill, successfully reaching the first level of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill!
And merely the first level of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill granted the strength of a thousand pounds!
It had brought about an immense transformation in Qin Zheng on the spot!
That was also why Qin Zheng had dared to push open the door and walk straight inside.
With immense strength in his body, courage naturally arose!
Feeling the transformation still continuing within his body, as well as the powerful force flowing through his limbs and bones.
When Qin Zheng looked at Wei Feng in the distance, none of his former fear remained!
He could feel that even the residual palm force lodged in his chest had been washed away completely beneath the peerless, immense strength of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill!
In but an instant, Qin Zheng felt the stifling gloom that had constantly weighed upon his chest abruptly swept away!
His entire body felt refreshed and invigorated, utterly transformed!
The blade that had previously hung over his head at every moment, as though it might claim his life the next second.
Also vanished completely at this moment, no longer able to affect him in any way!
At this moment, Wei Feng stared at Qin Zheng with a face full of shock, his eyes brimming with disbelief.
"How is that possible?!"
"You're nothing more than a lowly executioner. How could you possess such martial arts?!"
That immense force still coursed through his body, battering his internal organs and making him feel as though he wanted to vomit blood.
"You're not that little executioner. Who exactly are you?!"
As Qin Zheng approached, Wei Feng backed away, shouting aloud.
A chill flashed through Qin Zheng's eyes. He did not waste words. Stepping forward, he swung the Ghost-Head Saber in his hand and fiercely chopped down.
He had not dared to use his full strength earlier, afraid of damaging his own house.
Yet he had still smashed a huge hole through it.
Fine. Since it was already broken, he might as well use his full strength and see just how powerful this thousand-pound force truly was!
With that thought, Qin Zheng mobilized all the strength in his body, pouring it continuously into the Ghost-Head Saber.
The jet-black, chilling Ghost-Head Saber carved a white streak through the air.
As the blade trembled, it drew in the air and let out waves of sound, like the cry of a saber!
Under this slash, Wei Feng felt as though his mind had been suppressed, leaving him unable to move.
Only when the Ghost-Head Saber was nearly upon him did he suddenly come to his senses and leap violently to the side.
The blade nearly brushed past his face as it fell!
Boom!!
With one slash, the abandoned earthen house immediately collapsed in a heap.
Amid the billowing dust, half of Wei Feng's face had already become a bloody, mangled mess.
Though the blade had not struck him directly, the saber wind could still wound under such immense force!
Suppressing the excruciating pain caused by the twitching nerves in his face.
Wei Feng had no time to think. Taking advantage of the cover of dust, he turned and tried to flee.
This executioner was not an ordinary man at all. He was a martial artist no weaker than his own Gang Leader, one who had broken through three great barriers!
No wonder he had dared to cut off the Young Gang Leader's head!
He should have seen through it sooner and not been the first to stick his neck out as the bird that took the lead!
Wei Feng's thoughts were in chaos, and he was drowned in overwhelming regret.
But just as he turned around, he felt a hand seize his shoulder.
"You came whenever you wanted, and now you want to leave whenever you want?!"
"Die for me!!"
The savage shout rang in his ears like a soul-shattering, life-stealing devil's voice.
The searing pain in his shoulder told him that with that single grab, his shoulder blade had already been crushed into powder.
Then, with a face full of despair, Wei Feng was dragged back into the swirling dust.
Swish!
A flash of saber light lit up.
The moving blade stirred the air, blowing away the dust and smoke.
It revealed the headless corpse held in Qin Zheng's hand, along with a head on the ground still filled with despair.
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