Chapter Thirteen: Excessive Oppression
Everything that happened seemed absurd and sudden to the dark-faced man named Zheng Tu.
“Hey.”
“Why did you step inside with your left foot first?”
When Zheng Tu heard this strange question, he momentarily even instinctively pondered it.
Why would he enter with his left foot first?
Wouldn’t the right foot do?
Was that an insult to you?
Are you deliberately picking a fight?
It was utterly baffling…
As his thoughts shifted repeatedly, Zheng Tu turned to look at the young man who had long been sneering.
What came next was an unexpected, unimaginable blow…
“Boom!”
A fist radiating a pale, ethereal energy rose like a blazing sun, the force and momentum crushing all in its path. At that moment, all Zheng Tu could see was this fist suddenly swelling in his vision, forming a mighty, swirling vortex.
His eyes widened in horror, an uncontrollable chill rushing to the crown of his head. This punch was aimed to kill!
Immediately, a soul-piercing agony followed. His face contorted into a whirlpool, his jaw shattered, teeth mixed with blood flying out. The lower half of his face was obliterated in an instant.
The world spun.
“Boom!”
Zheng Tu’s entire body was hurled like a broken sack over ten meters away, knocking over a stone mill used for grinding grains along the way. His body spun twice in midair, crashing through the wall of the house and leaving a dark, gaping hole.
The tremendous sound of impact echoed from the dilapidated courtyard, reverberating into the sky.
Then, there was a brief silence.
Zheng Tu’s second and third brothers stared blankly, utterly shocked by what they had just witnessed.
“What just happened?”
Big Brother Zheng had stepped inside with his left foot first and then… was blasted away by the young man’s punch like a force of nature?
“You lunatic!”
The tall, thin second brother reacted first. His years of bloody conflict taught him not to hesitate; he decisively drew his blade and slashed angrily forward.
“Clang!”
The blade whistled through the air, surrounded by a radiant spiritual light, swung with nearly three thousand jin of force, swift as lightning. The very air seemed to tear apart.
“Whoosh!”
Chen Xuan moved faster still, raising a fist to intercept. A glimmer of delight flickered in the tall second brother’s eyes. A Qi practitioner’s body was no match for the sharpness of a sword or blade. How dare he block with a bare fist?
He was courting death. His fist would be cleaved in two!
“Clang!”
The clash sparked flying embers. Chen Xuan casually swept the blade aside with a punch. To the tall second brother’s shock, the blade’s edge cracked under the impact!
A golden-green hairpin!
The tall second brother caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye and immediately sensed danger. His strike should have been able to cleave iron and gold, yet it was effortlessly blocked. The opponent’s strength was no less than four thousand jin!
Moreover, the weapon wielded was… a woman’s hairpin? That could be used as a weapon?
This young man’s methods were bizarre beyond belief. After decades of wandering from north to south, he had never encountered such a sinister individual!
“Again!”
Chen Xuan unleashed the ultimate Mountain-Sealing Fist of the Yang Martial Hall. The fist roared like thunder, shattering the air, striking like countless illusions.
“No!”
The tall second brother shouted urgently, a suffocating dread gripping his heart like a primeval beast’s gaze. He hastily raised his arm to block, but immediately, his entire limb snapped, flesh exploding, bone shards piercing through the shoulder with blood mist.
“Too late!”
Chen Xuan launched another punch, blowing apart half his shoulder. Blood mist spread as the tall second brother was hurled like a broken kite. In midair, Chen Xuan yanked him back with force. Before he could react, a third punch tore through his chest, leaving a gaping wound, his organs shattered.
Three punches.
The tall second brother was dead beyond revival.
The scene was brutally savage; in mere seconds, the battle concluded with blood spilling, chilling all who witnessed it to the bone.
“Second… second brother… is gone.”
The youngest third brother, the weakest among them, turned pale with fear, trembling, immediately begging for mercy: “Don’t kill me, spare my life, I’ll kowtow to you…”
He was utterly terrified. Facing the slaughtering Chen Xuan, he had no will to resist.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
The youngest third brother collapsed to the ground, blood streaming from his head, weeping bitterly: “Spare me, spare me! This is our first meeting—I’ve never offended you!”
Big Brother Zheng Tu’s face was half destroyed by a punch, sent flying over ten meters, his fate unknown.
Second Brother was utterly crushed by three punches, blood splattered everywhere, dying on the spot.
How could anyone provoke such a ruthless man?
Previously, Big Brother Zheng even tried to reason with him—with words so laughable in retrospect. Such a man would never care for mere words!
Chen Xuan’s cold gaze pressed down on him.
…
Inside the house.
A young woman of decent appearance clutched a five- or six-year-old girl, eyes wide with terror, shrinking into a corner.
She didn’t understand what had happened, only staring at the bloodied, dark-faced Zheng Tu on the floor, unable to stop trembling.
Suddenly, fighting broke out.
Fighting—fine by her…
She recalled the recent tragedies in the village: familiar neighbors all miserably dead overnight, countless villagers forced to kneel in humiliation. Because she was young and not unattractive, she hadn’t even dared to leave the house, fearing the attention of certain Qi practitioners…
These tyrannical Qi cultivators all deserved to die!
“Cough…”
Zheng Tu coughed several times, writhing slightly before sitting up. He instinctively touched his chin—empty, mutilated and bloody.
“Damn… lunatic.”
A hoarse, unnatural voice escaped his throat.
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