Jin Force!
Wei Sheng's heart tightened.
The old man had infused his punch with Jin Force!
Excitement filled his face. Without dodging, he unleashed all five thousand jin of his tremendous strength without reserve and hurled a punch at the old man in turn!
"You're courting death!"
Seeing Wei Sheng advance instead of retreating, even choosing to meet him head-on, a trace of mockery flashed through the tall old man's eyes.
He knew his physical strength fell short of his opponent's.
But with Jin Force bolstering him, he could more than bridge that gap and even unleash destructive power more terrifying than five thousand jin of strength!
Bang!
Their fists collided, whipping up terrifying waves of Jin Force. Anything caught within them was shattered by that formidable force and ground to powder.
Only the two combatants escaped injury thanks to their powerful physiques and astonishing defenses, though the violent force still hurled them away.
The tall old man staggered back two steps before steadying himself. His face flushed red, and a metallic sweetness surged into his throat, only for him to forcibly swallow it down.
Watching Wei Sheng stagger back a dozen-odd steps, his feet thudding as he flew backward like a kite, the old man's aged face broke into a smug smile. "In the end, I won!"
Wei Sheng slammed into the wall and slowly raised his head, a trace of puzzlement flashing through his eyes. "Was that everything you had?"
"How is that possible?!"
The tall old man's expression changed drastically. "How can you be unharmed after taking a punch of my Spirit Ape Force?!"
"Because you're too weak, of course!"
Wei Sheng rolled his neck and loosened his limbs, his body crackling. "Were you just scratching an itch for me? You didn't even break through my defenses!"
That surge of Jin Force had indeed been powerful, but the Jin Force-infused Savage Bull Fist had first canceled out more than thirty percent of it, then Skin Abyss had dispersed another fifty percent. Less than twenty percent had actually landed on Wei Sheng.
With his physique now far beyond the Third Refinement, that twenty percent had neither hurt nor tickled.
"Damn it, you're not at the Third Refinement at all!"
The tall old man turned and fled.
But however fast he was, how could he outrun Wei Sheng, whose Golden Goose Art had reached Perfection?
The next second, Wei Sheng caught up to him. An iron fist came whistling down onto his head.
Bang!
The old man froze in place, his head bursting apart like a crushed watermelon.
Wei Sheng turned.
He looked at the dumbstruck Eldest Master of the Hong Family.
"G-good sir, spare me! I'm the elder brother of the head of the Hong Family in the Inner City..."
The earlier brutality and fury had vanished from the Eldest Master of the Hong Family's face, leaving only shock and terror.
He had never imagined it.
His strongest enforcer, Old Yuan of the Fourth Refinement, had actually been beaten to death in four moves.
How was this the Third Refinement? Even calling him a Fifth Refinement martial artist would not have been an exaggeration.
But...
He had never provoked anyone like this!
Though brutal, the Eldest Master of the Hong Family knew whom he could afford to provoke and whom he could not.
Thus, the people he usually abducted were mostly ordinary folk from poor families with no one to rely on.
He had never offended any true martial artists.
But where had this mysterious man come from? Surely he could not be a relative of those mud-legged peasants?!
Even so, he immediately invoked his greatest backer, hoping to frighten his opponent off.
"...Good sir, as long as you spare me, these banknotes and treasures are all yours!"
Hong Chengdu hurriedly pulled a stack of banknotes from his robes, along with other gold and silver jewelry.
Wei Sheng answered him with a Heart-Breaking Palm.
Blood and qi gathered in his palm. Like streaming fire, it instantly struck the Eldest Master of the Hong Family's chest, punching a crimson, palm-shaped bloody hole straight through him. Blood gushed from the wound.
"You fool! Once I kill you, these treasures will be mine anyway!"
Wei Sheng snorted coldly.
"You, you..."
The Eldest Master of the Hong Family pointed at Wei Sheng, wanting to say something. In the end, his head lolled to one side, and he collapsed into a pool of blood.
With that done...
Wei Sheng could not help letting out a long breath.
The Eldest Master of the Hong Family was no weakling. He was at the Third Refinement, the same as Wei Sheng.
But his blood and qi had declined, leaving his overall strength somewhat weaker than others at his level.
On top of that, terror had shattered his courage, leaving him no will to fight. Otherwise, killing him would not have gone so smoothly.
Of course...
Even if the Eldest Master of the Hong Family had fought desperately, his Third Refinement strength would still have made it a matter of a single move.
Wei Sheng took the banknotes and gold and silver jewelry from the Eldest Master of the Hong Family's hands, then rummaged through the chests and cupboards, packing all the valuables in the room into a small bundle.
With that done...
Only then did Wei Sheng sling the bundle onto his back and hurry out of the Hong Family's residence.
"Hmm?"
Just as Wei Sheng crossed Black Glory Ward and was about to reach Black Forest Ward, he suddenly stopped, looking ahead with an odd expression.
Beneath the black sky, a white-clad figure with exceptionally bright eyes was speeding toward him at an astonishing pace.
The instant he saw the man, warning bells rang fiercely in his heart.
Startled, Wei Sheng swiftly dropped to the ground and slipped into the darkness, vanishing in a flash.
"Oh?"
The White-Clad Man looked in the direction where Wei Sheng had disappeared, an unusual gleam flashing through his eyes:
"Such swift footwork. I'd really like to see what he can do... never mind, business comes first!"
The White-Clad Man's movement technique was astonishing. He covered a dozen-odd zhang with each hare's leap and falcon's swoop, soon reaching his destination.
-the Hong Residence!
After darting into the Hong Family's residence, the White-Clad Man's expression changed abruptly.
Such a strong reek of blood!!
Recalling the Black-Clad Man he had just encountered, he suddenly had a bad feeling.
He paid no attention to the guards who had met violent deaths in the front courtyard, nor to the skin-refining martial artists who had died violently in the rear courtyard.
He headed straight for the room at the very center of the rear courtyard.
From afar, he saw the open door and a man standing rigidly at the entrance.
"Old Yuan?"
The White-Clad Man called out.
There was no response.
When he drew closer and saw the man's appearance clearly, his face immediately darkened.
Judging by his clothes, it was indeed Old Yuan.
But his head was gone!
It seemed to have been blasted apart by some tremendous force.
Fragments of his head still littered the ground.
The White-Clad Man entered the room. It was in complete disarray, bearing the signs of a battle.
He did not look at the boy and girl who had died with their eyes still open. His gaze fell straight upon the fat gentleman before the bed.
His expression darkened further!
The fat gentleman had stopped breathing, with only a bloody hole left by five fingers in his chest.
"Heart-Breaking Palm?"
The White-Clad Man suppressed the unease in his heart.
He did not care whether the Eldest Master of the Hong Family lived or died. He only cared whether the thing he wanted was still there.
The White-Clad Man began searching the room.
Under the bed, in the cupboards, and anywhere something might have been hidden-he searched them all.
The more he searched, the more uneasy he became, and the uglier his expression grew.
By the end, he had searched the entire room without finding it.
"Damn it! Where's my treasure?!!"
The White-Clad Man's face twisted savagely, and he could not help roaring in fury.
That was a precious treasure essential to the sect's future plans. It had only just been transferred into the Eldest Master of the Hong Family's hands, and he had already rushed over, unable to wait to collect it.
He had never expected...
He was still one step too late!
That treasure had actually gone missing?
He could not imagine how he would explain himself to the branch master without that treasure. His entire scalp felt ready to explode.
No...
"It was that Black-Clad Man! It must have been him! He wiped out the Hong Family to seize the treasure. I must find him and take back my treasure!"
The White-Clad Man immediately left the Hong Family's residence and hurried toward the place where he had encountered the Black-Clad Man.
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