A Thousand Jin of Strength! Wei Feng of the Black Fiend Palm! (Seeking Favorites)

Screech~

As the room door was pushed open, the rotten old wooden door let out a heavy, mournful groan.

Qin Zheng held the ghost-head saber in one hand, shouldering it, and stepped into the room.

Immediately after, an intangible aura began to condense within the room.

"You're not afraid of me?"

At this moment, the man casually sitting on the bed, dressed in ill-fitting, oversized clothes to appear poor, asked curiously.

Qin Zheng looked at him, inexplicably finding him somewhat familiar, and immediately searched his mind for memories related to the man.

After a few breaths, Qin Zheng spoke, "Is the palm print on my chest yours?"

Fragments of memory showed that this unremarkable man opposite him had patted his chest when his past self wasn't paying attention.

Upon hearing this, the man burst into laughter and then said, "It seems you've got some brains, you scoundrel."

"That's right, the palm print on your chest is my famed ultimate skill, the Black Fiend Palm!"

"After being struck by this palm, there's no immediate abnormality, but as the palm's force gradually erodes the body, the palm print will deepen."

"Those struck by it will also suffer unbearable pain, eventually dying from it."

"The four peasants who were struck along with you all died this way."

"I'm very curious... why aren't you dead?"

As the man spoke, he stood up from the bed, revealing his hands hidden within his wide sleeves.

They were a pair of black palms, as large as cattail fans, radiating a faint, metallic sheen.

They didn't look like hands, but more like a pair of weapons!

"Do you know how much suffering you've caused me by not dying?!"

At the same time, as he stood up and revealed his hands, his entire expression turned sinister.

"It's precisely because you didn't die! That the young master was beheaded! Which led to the Golden Cicada Gang's annihilation!"

"Not only did I receive severe punishment from the gang leader, but I also became a wanted fugitive, afraid to show my face!"

"Now I can only sneak out by wearing these rags that even dogs wouldn't wear!"

"Tell me! Do you deserve to die!!"

By the end of his words, the man's eyes were filled with immense rage.

"Today! I will definitely take your dog head to see the gang leader!"

He let out a cold roar, then extended his hands, about to pounce on Qin Zheng.

At this moment, Qin Zheng suddenly spoke, "Did you ever consider why I would still enter if you entered my house so openly?"

"Or do you think I wouldn't notice someone entering my house?"

As these words left his mouth, the man was taken aback and said, "What?"

Then

BOOM!!

A figure was suddenly smashed out of the earthen house.

It then rolled and crashed against the wall of an empty, uninhabited earthen house nearby.

Immediately after, Qin Zheng emerged from his earthen house, shouldering the ghost-head saber in one hand, and looked at the man opposite him.

And in his sea of consciousness, another line of text reappeared on the Merit scroll.

[Wei Feng, ruthless and wicked, commits many evils. Killing him yields one tael and three qian of Merit!]

Qin Zheng had indeed guessed correctly; the Golden Cicada Gang's revenge had found him so quickly!

He just hadn't expected that the one who came to act wouldn't be Shi Dian, and that there were still remnants of the Golden Cicada Gang left.

It seemed that even Ji Changyin couldn't apprehend all these martial artists.

But this was good; these sinners could accumulate Merit for him!

At this moment, Wei Feng, who had been sent flying by a saber strike, quickly got up from the ground.

He looked at Qin Zheng with a face full of shock, examining him up and down as if he thought he had the wrong person.

Qin Zheng's expression was calm. Before entering the house, upon sensing someone inside, he immediately chose to refine the Sarira of the Holy Monk he was holding.

He also obtained the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill, successfully reaching the first level!

And just the first level of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill granted a strength of a thousand jin!

It caused Qin Zheng to undergo a tremendous transformation on the spot!

This was also why Qin Zheng dared to push the door open and enter.

With immense strength, courage naturally arose!

Feeling the ongoing transformation within his body and the powerful force flowing through his limbs and bones.

Qin Zheng no longer felt any fear as he looked at Wei Feng, who wasn't far away!

He could feel that even the residual palm force in his chest had been completely washed away by the immense power of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill!

In just an instant, Qin Zheng felt the oppressive qi that had been weighing on his heart suddenly break free!

He felt refreshed and completely changed.

The sharp blade that had always hung over his head, as if it would take his life at any moment, had also vanished at this moment, no longer able to affect him!

At this moment, Wei Feng stared at Qin Zheng, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"How is this possible?!"

"You're just a mere executioner, how could you possess such martial arts!!"

The immense power was still coursing through his body, striking his internal organs, making him feel so uncomfortable he wanted to vomit blood.

"You're not that little executioner, who exactly are you?!"

As Qin Zheng approached, Wei Feng retreated, shouting loudly.

Qin Zheng's eyes turned cold at his words. Without further ado, he stepped forward, swung the ghost-head saber in his hand, and brought it down fiercely.

He hadn't dared to use his full strength earlier, afraid of damaging his house.

He hadn't expected it to result in a large hole.

Oh well, since it was already broken, he might as well try using his full strength and see how powerful this thousand-jin force truly was!

With this thought, Qin Zheng mobilized all his strength, pouring it continuously into the ghost-head saber.

The dark, gleaming ghost-head saber cut a white streak through the air.

As the blade vibrated, it pulled the air, producing a series of sounds, like a blade's cry!

Under this strike, Wei Feng seemed to have his spirit captivated, unable to move.

Almost at the very instant the ghost-head saber was about to land, he suddenly reacted and leaped to the side.

The blade grazed his face as it fell!

BOOM!!

With a single strike, the uninhabited earthen house immediately collapsed.

As dust flew, Wei Feng's face was already a bloody mess on one side.

Even though it hadn't hit him directly, the blade's wind, carrying immense force, could still injure someone!

Gritting his teeth against the intense pain from his facial nerves twitching.

Wei Feng didn't have time to think and planned to turn and escape, using the dust cloud as cover.

This executioner was no ordinary person, but a martial artist no weaker than his own gang leader, someone who had broken through three major barriers!

No wonder he dared to decapitate the young gang leader!

He should have seen this coming earlier and not been the first one to stick his neck out!

Wei Feng's mind raced with chaotic thoughts, overwhelmed by intense regret.

But as he turned, he immediately felt a hand grab his shoulder.

"You think you can just come and go as you please?!"

"Die!"

The fierce shout sounded like a soul-shattering, life-taking demonic cry in his ears.

The sharp pain in his shoulder made him realize that with just that single grip, his shoulder blade had already been shattered into powder.

Then, Wei Feng was pulled back into the swirling dust with a look of utter despair.

SWISH!

A flash of blade light appeared.

The movement of the blade pushed the air, scattering the dust and smoke.

Revealing a headless corpse in Qin Zheng's hand, and on the ground, a head filled with despair.