Lying Low in the Martial World to Become a Saint

Chapter 419: Chapter 191: Double Kill

PFFFT—!

There was no earth-shattering collision.

It was like a red-hot knife slicing through butter.

Before the gray-green spear’s glow, Zuo Feng’s Black Death True Astral was pathetically fragile, pierced and shattered in an instant!

The spear’s glow continued onward without pause!

"Ah!"

Zuo Feng only had time to let out a hoarse cry before the tip of the Cloud-Coiling Spear sank into his palm, then irresistibly pierced through his arm and Inner Armor, exiting through the center of his back!

The gray-green Fusion True Gang erupted inside his body!

Zuo Feng’s body went rigid, his eyes bulging wide.

He looked down at the spear tip protruding from his chest and opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

With a flick of his wrist, Chen Qing withdrew the spear.

Zuo Feng’s corpse crumpled to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

And just like that, the Demon Sect Protector who had run rampant in Yunlin Prefecture for years was dead!

Almost at the same instant, Chen Qing used the rotational force from withdrawing his spear to slam his left elbow backward!

Gray-green True Astral gathered at the tip of his elbow, as steady as a mountain yet as sharp as a spear!

Feng Shuhao’s red-and-black Palm Seal arrived at that exact moment!

BANG—!

Elbow met palm!

The sound of shattering bones Feng Shuhao expected never came. Instead, he felt as if his venomous, scorching Palm Power had struck a mountain. The rebound force instantly numbed his entire arm.

"Wah!" Feng Shuhao spat out a mouthful of blood as his body flew backward uncontrollably.

In a flash, he twisted his body without hesitation, using the rebound force to flee deep into the dense woods. Pushing his Body Technique to its limit, he transformed into a streak of flame.

’Trying to run?’

Chen Qing snorted. How could he let such a menace escape?

His figure blurred. Using the Startled Swan Escape Shadow Technique, he started later but arrived first, closing the distance in an instant like a phantom.

The Cloud-Coiling Spear in his hand let out a low hum. Gray-green Fusion True Gang surged forth as he executed an incomparably swift thrust, like a bolt of lightning tearing through the night sky, aimed straight for the center of Feng Shuhao’s back!

Panic seized Feng Shuhao. Sensing the terrifying spear’s glow behind him, he desperately twisted his body to dodge.

"Pfft!"

He was a fraction too slow. The sharp tip of the Cloud-Coiling Spear missed his heart but viciously pierced through his right side!

A terrifying tearing sensation shot through him. Feng Shuhao screamed as his Red Flame True Astral was ripped apart like paper before the Fusion True Gang.

Fortunately, he was wearing a decent-quality piece of medium-grade Inner Armor, which slightly impeded the spear tip’s advance. Otherwise, that one strike would have been enough to slice him in two at the waist.

Even so, the tyrannical power of the Fusion True Gang had already penetrated his body and was wreaking havoc on his meridians and organs.

He collapsed heavily to the ground, his robes stained red with blood, his aura instantly weakening.

Chen Qing walked over, his expression impassive.

He channeled a sliver of pure Cyan Wood True Gang into Feng Shuhao’s body—not to heal him, but to forcibly keep him on the brink of death, conscious.

"At Qixia Manor, who else besides you practices a Demon Skill?" Chen Qing asked coldly.

Feng Shuhao glared daggers at Chen Qing, gritting his teeth in silence.

"Hmph."

Chen Qing sneered and said no more.

With a flick of his fingers, several Nine Luminaries Starlight Needles, as fine as hairs, shot out silently. They precisely pierced several major acupoints on Feng Shuhao’s body, completely sealing the pathways of his remaining True Astral.

At the same time, his other hand shot out like lightning and clamped down on Feng Shuhao’s jaw. With a slight squeeze, he dislocated it, preventing Feng Shuhao from channeling his energy to commit suicide or making a sound.

"Ngh... urk..."

Feng Shuhao’s body trembled violently, his face instantly twisting in agony.

The needles not only blocked his meridians but also carried a sliver of sharp Gang Qi, creating the sensation of thousands of tiny needles stabbing him from within. The pain was incessant and bone-deep.

Beads of sweat the size of soybeans instantly covered his forehead, and his clothes were soaked through.

This agony of ten thousand needles devouring the body was simply not something an ordinary person could endure.

Soon, Feng Shuhao passed out.

Chen Qing slapped him awake. His voice remained flat. "I’m not going to let you go. But if you tell me what I want to know, I can give you a quick death."

He skillfully reset the man’s jaw and waited, his eyes cold.

Feng Shuhao gasped for air, his eyes filled with terror and despair. The continuous, agonizing pain had nearly shattered his will.

"...It’s... it’s my master..." he rasped.

Chen Qing’s heart jolted!

Feng Shuhao’s master was none other than the Great Manor Master of Qixia Manor—Zhou Nianchu!

He was one of the Four Sect Leaders! Although Qixia Manor’s influence was slightly weaker, Zhou Nianchu’s personal Cultivation was rumored to have long since reached the Outer Astral Realm, perhaps even the level of Perfection!

’He’s practicing a Demon Skill too?!’

’If a figure like him is a spy for the Demon Sect, the potential damage is far beyond imagination!’

’His status within the Demon Sect must be incredibly high!’

’It’s even highly likely that...’

Chen Qing suppressed the shock in his heart and continued his interrogation. "Besides you and your master, who else? How long have you been practicing it?"

"This... this kind of Demon Skill... how could it be... taught on a large scale..."

Feng Shuhao spoke in fits and starts, gasping in pain. "The more people who know... the greater the risk... of exposure... Right now... as far as I know... it’s only Master and me..."

"Master... only passed this skill to me... a year and a half ago... I’ve told you... everything I know... Give... give me a quick death!"

Feng Shuhao’s eyes were filled with pleading. Overwhelmed by the agony, all he wanted was a swift end.

Chen Qing watched him with a profound gaze.

’Feng Shuhao knows the secret of the Azure Wave Profound Flood Dragon Armor, and he’s even seen my Fusion True Gang. I absolutely cannot let this man live, and I definitely can’t bring him before the Sect Leader.’

The killing intent in his heart was set.

"Fine."

Before the word had even faded, the tip of the Cloud-Coiling Spear flashed with a cyan light and instantly pierced Feng Shuhao’s heart meridian.

Feng Shuhao’s body went rigid. The light in his eyes rapidly dimmed, then finally froze as his breathing ceased.