Chapter 222: Fist Technique

The young voice was neither light nor heavy, echoing in the ears of Zheng Shangzong and the other two.

For a moment, the three standing on empty air amidst the pitch-black night fell utterly still, with only the night wind slowly brushing past them.

In the next instant, Zheng Shangzong suddenly whirled around, looking up at the roof above the Hundred Fragrance Pavilion.

What met his eyes was Li Musheng sitting on the ridge; his figure in the darkness appeared somewhat blurred, as if he too was casting a gaze toward the three of them.

"Who are you?"

Zheng Shangzong asked, his eyes slightly narrowed, a hint of wariness flashing through his gaze filled with killing intent.

At this moment, the two elders from the Fallen God Peak looked up and clearly recognized Li Musheng.

In an instant, both of them changed expression, their faces showing surprise and doubt as they said:

"It's you?"

Hearing this, Zheng Shangzong fixed his gaze on Li Musheng, silently locking onto him with his spiritual sense, then turned to ask the two elders in a cold voice:

"Do you know this person?"

Elder Shen frowned, also staring at Li Musheng atop the pavilion; after hesitating slightly, he explained:

"This person is one of those who deliberately caused trouble in the Hundred Fragrance Pavilion earlier."

Hearing this, Zheng Shangzong said nothing, merely observing Li Musheng in the darkness continuously.

During the fight between the three of them earlier, they had not detected anyone on the roof of the Hundred Fragrance Pavilion from beginning to end; if the other party had not spoken up voluntarily, they would never have noticed his existence.

For three experts of the Heaven-and-Mortal Realm, this was almost unimaginable.

Their distance from Li Musheng was not far; logically speaking, the other party should have been absolutely impossible to evade their perception silently and without a trace.

However, after sizing up Li Musheng for a while, Zheng Shangzong still failed to detect even a trace of martial true energy on him; the other party seemed to be an ordinary person with no martial cultivation whatsoever.

"Was it you who just said you killed my younger brother Zheng Zi?"

Zheng Shangzong's expression gradually turned ruthless as he asked, suppressing the violent fury in his heart.

Hearing this, the two elders from the Fallen God Peak became noticeably more cautious, speaking in low voices:

"City Lord Zheng, this person seems to have some issues; we must not be careless."

Meanwhile, Li Musheng, sitting on the ridge of the pavilion, glanced at the other party with an air of leisure:

"That's right. Do you wish to take revenge?"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Shangzong was clearly provoked into rage, and could no longer suppress the anger and violence in his heart.

In the next instant, he suddenly let out a deep shout:

"Very good!"

Immediately, the true energy of heaven and earth surrounding the entire Hundred Fragrance Pavilion suddenly became turbulent, surging into his arms like the sea accepting a hundred rivers.

In an instant, Zheng Shangzong's knuckles rang like ten-thousand-pound iron chains clashing; golden rays of light appeared in the night sky near his arms, then condensed before him into a mountain-shaped phantom.

The air exploded with a roar; the terrifying fist force, condensed and un-dissipating, vibrated like war drums being beaten, twisting the surrounding air into spiral pillars of wind as if aiming to pierce straight through the clouds.

"Fist Technique Suppressing Hundred Mountains! Die!"

Zheng Shangzong suddenly roared, hurling both fists violently toward Li Musheng on the pavilion roof; his left fist was like a golden mountain collapsing, his right fist like a divine peak tower toppling.

The golden mountain-shaped phantom condensed with fist intent instantly erupted with waves of gilded ripples, carrying hundreds and thousands of fist forces; overlapping fist shadows whipped up the fierce wind, slicing through the night sky, and crashed down directly toward Li Musheng on the roof of the Hundred Fragrance Pavilion.

At this moment, even the fist edges that unintentionally scattered and fell onto the ground street directly pierced through the paving stones, blasting out trenches several zhang deep and stirring up a column of rolling dust reaching the sky.

Seeing this, the two elders from the Fallen God Peak did not strike; instead, they immediately summoned vast martial true energy to guard Zheng Shangzong, remaining vigilant and alert against threats from all directions.

"What kind of fist technique is this garbage? It's full of flaws."

Li Musheng sat calmly on the ridge, frowning as he watched the golden mountain phantom condensed with overwhelming fist intent crashing down toward him.

Immediately, he lightly flicked his finger.

In an instant, the surrounding true energy of heaven and earth froze at that very moment; the mighty and terrifying fist intent instantly dissipated, and the golden fist light and mountain-shaped phantom vanished in a flash.

Darkness returned around Li Musheng as before; not even a single tile on the roof beneath him was damaged.

The night sky was extremely quiet, as if nothing had happened at all.

The two elders from the Fallen God Peak who were guarding Zheng Shangzong immediately changed expression, completely unable to imagine that such a powerful and overwhelming punch had been easily neutralized by the other party.

However, before they could understand the other party's style, in the next instant, both suddenly showed expressions of horror.

They saw from the corner of their eyes that, at some unknown time, a blood hole piercing front to back had appeared on Zheng Shangzong's head.

The other party's vital energy was also rapidly dissipating; the body that had been standing on empty air was now falling straight down from their line of sight toward the trenches on the street below.

Through the night, the two could even vaguely see in that instant that Zheng Shangzong's fierce expression was frozen on his face; clearly, the other party had not realized how he died until the very end.

In an instant, the two elders from the Fallen God Peak were utterly terrified, instinctively looking up at Li Musheng on the pavilion roof.

They saw that the other party was completely calm, as if what had just happened was merely a trivial matter.

In the next instant, the two hesitated not at all and immediately exerted all their strength to circulate true energy, striving to flee.

However, before the two had moved even a fraction, their respective heads were pierced through in an instant.

Their aged faces showed expressions of extreme terror, but they could do nothing; they only felt their vital energy vanish in the blink of an eye as their respective bodies fell downward.

After doing all this, Li Musheng withdrew his gaze, ignoring the three corpses, and merely frowned in thought, muttering to himself:

"Kill the young ones, the old ones come; kill the old ones, the elders come... such a clichéd plot..."

"But although it is a bit clichéd, it truly works well. This group of Calabash Brothers..."

Just now, when Zheng Shangzong attacked with the strength of the Heaven-and-Mortal Realm, the commotion caused was truly too terrifying, causing everyone inside the Hundred Fragrance Pavilion to flee in panic.

However, that terrifying fist intent appeared quickly and disappeared even faster; within merely a few breaths, the area surrounding the entire Hundred Fragrance Pavilion returned to silence.

Yet even so, no one dared to approach even a little; only when martial experts from the City Lord's Mansion arrived did they, in shock, discover the corpses of Zheng Shangzong and the other two in the damaged street trenches beside the Hundred Fragrance Pavilion.

"City Lord!"

An old man with silver hair squatted beside Zheng Shangzong, his expression filled with shock and anger; staring at the finger-sized blood hole pierced through the other party's forehead, a chill inexplicably rose in his heart.

The old man immediately scanned around, and after detecting nothing unusual, his face instantly turned extremely grim.

The one who used such means to suppress and kill three Tianren experts must possess martial cultivation far surpassing that of Zheng Shangzong and the other two.

"Who could it be?"

The silver-haired old man's expression shifted rapidly, and he immediately summoned a skilled expert from the City Lord's mansion to give a stern order:

"Go at once to Bai Lian Peak and report this matter—there is high likelihood that a Tianjin Guard expert has infiltrated Bai Lian City. You must deliver this news personally to the Peak Seat!"

(End of Chapter)