Chapter 352: Gift

"You..."

Xu Yang tore through his own gang qi with bare hands; what is his cultivation base?

Yan Yan Qingqiu felt his scalp go numb, frantically erupting with gang qi to shake Xu Yang's hand off, but Xu Yang's hand held his like an iron clamp.

"Is this all the petty tricks you have?"

Xu Yang's five fingers gradually exerted force; only the sound of cracking echoed, and scarlet blood seeped from between his fingers, actually snapping Yan Yan Qingqiu's wrist in two.

"Ah!"

Yan Yan Qingqiu's face twisted in pain, Zhang Zui let out a loud wail, his expression uncontrollably fearful.

Gang qi small success; Xu Yang must have at least the cultivation base of gang qi small success, otherwise he could not be so powerful.

"Sect Leader!"

Zhang Xu, still struggling desperately, turned pale; Yan Yan Qingqiu had cultivated gang qi for years, yet he was not even a match for Xu Yang in a single exchange, suppressed as easily as an old man beating his son.

Is a Denglong genius really that terrifying?

"Dare to be distracted while fighting me?"

Qiu Qiu Wenjie seized the opportunity and punched out, true qi pouring into Zhang Xu's body like a tide.

"Crack!"

Accompanied by the crisp sound of bone breaking, Zhang Xu spat blood, screaming as he flew backward and smashed a table; the blood that had stopped flowing from his severed arm now poured out uncontrollably, staining the ground red in an instant.

Qiu Qiu Wenjie, radiating killing intent, strode forward.

Terrified, Zhang Xu begged, "Young Master Qiu, spare my life."

Qiu Qiu Wenjie stepped on Zhang Xu's severed arm: "Were you not so arrogant at noon? You broke one of my Uncle Zhou's fingernails and owed a thousand taels; now you don't want to pay?"

"I don't want it!"

Zhang Xu nearly fainted from pain, letting out a heart-wrenching scream.

Added to Yan Yan Qingqiu's screams, the two voices almost seemed to overturn Jufulou.

"That is Zhang Xu's voice."

"Sect Leader Yan Yan Qingqiu is also screaming; when did the Qiu and Zhou families have such powerful experts?"

"It must be Lin Shi Cheng; I heard he dotes on Xu Qing."

"The Qingshe Gang is likely finished."

People on the street hearing the screams from within Jufulou felt their hearts race, wanting to approach to look but fearing to invite trouble upon themselves.

"It is not Lin Shi; it is Xu Yang, Xu Yang has returned," a waiter who ran out of Jufulou said, his heart still racing.

The Denglong geniuses of this generation had been gone for two years, not one returning; many thought they had died in the Sizaiwai Sect, and some began to look down on the families of these Denglong geniuses, taking them lightly.

"What? Xu Yang? He cultivated gang qi in just two years?"

Upon hearing that Xu Yang had returned, some were greatly shocked.

Didn't the martial arts hall Masters say cultivating gang qi was difficult, that some people might never achieve it in a lifetime? When Xu Yang left, he hadn't even completed ju qi great success; now he has cultivated gang qi?

"Who said Denglong geniuses cannot return? Here he is, returning! Rumors harm people; Yan Yan Qingqiu probably never dreamed that just as he moved against Zhou Zhou Shunchang, Xu Yang would return."

A group chatted briefly and quickly understood the gist of the matter.

Inside Jufulou, Xu Yang had torn Yan Yan Qingqiu's wrist off, holding him by the neck with one hand: "So you are the one who wanted my elder brother to obediently earn money for you?"

Yan Yan Qingqiu trembled like a sieve: "Spare my life; I dare not do it again."

He did not doubt for a moment that the hand, like an iron clamp, could crush him as easily as an ant.

Qiu Qiu Wenjie was utterly shocked; in just two years, Xu Yang had become so powerful that even Yan Yan Qingqiu, a fierce man like the Qingshe Gang Sect Leader, was held in his hand like a chick.

Denglong!

This is the Denglong that everyone longs for!

Xu Qing, however, felt no such emotion; in her view, her elder brother was omnipotent; what was a mere Yan Yan Qingqiu?

The two who had fought her were already terrified out of their wits, kneeling on the ground, too afraid to move.

One of them was the burly man with tiger-like features who had injured Zhou Zhou Shunchang.

He was not injured, but cold sweat poured down his body.

If Yan Yan Qingqiu was being tortured so miserably, what fate awaited him, the one who struck Zhou Zhou Shunchang?

"In your next life, remember not to bully the weak with strength."

Seeing that the moment he moved, everyone from the Qingshe Gang was too scared to fight, Xu Yang had no patience for further nonsense.

His five fingers suddenly exerted force; only a crack was heard. Yan Yan Qingqiu's eyes widened, his limbs twitched unconsciously a few times, and then he went still.

"Bang!"

Seeing this, Qiu Qiu Wenjie showed no further mercy and struck Zhang Xu down with a palm, killing him.

"Young Master Xu, spare my life!"

"I only did what Yan Yan Qingqiu told me to do."

"I did not harm Master Zhou; I beg Young Master Xu to spare my life."

The man known as Tiger and the remaining ju qi great success martial artist, seeing this, nearly wet themselves from fear, kowtowing incessantly and begging for mercy until their heads bled on the floor.

"Break his limbs," Xu Yang pointed at Tiger.

Xu Qing gritted her teeth, stepped forward, and with several sharp cracks of breaking tendons and bones, twisted off Tiger's four limbs, causing him to scream in pain as he writhed on the ground.

The other ju qi great success martial artist was terrified out of his wits, kowtowing even more fervently.

"Just beat them all to death," Xu Yang said, annoyed.

Qiu Qiu Wenjie hurried forward, and he and Xu Qing each took one, beating the two to death.

Afterward, both of them stared blankly at Xu Yang.

"Why are you just standing there? After killing someone, search the body and loot the valuables."

The two suddenly understood. After a thorough search, they found less than one hundred taels of silver.

"Are there any survivors left in Jufulou?" Xu Yang asked.

"Yes, Master Xu."

Several people from Jufulou ran out trembling, looking at the corpses littering the ground with expressions of sheer terror.

"Consider yourselves unlucky. Handle the bodies yourselves. Qiu Wenjie, leave twenty taels of silver. We're going to Qingshe Gang."

Upon hearing this, Qiu Qiu Wenjie put down the silver and followed Xu Yang out of Jufulou.

The people on the street instinctively parted to make way for the three to leave.

"Senior Brother Xu, what are we going to do at Qingshe Gang?" Qiu Qiu Wenjie asked curiously.

Yan Yan Qingqiu and Zhang Xu were both dead; did they intend to kill everyone in Qingshe Gang?

"Cut off the roots and eradicate the family!"

Xu Yang said, "Have you ever considered that if you succeed in ascending the Dragon, and you don't kill the remaining people, they might retaliate against Uncle Qiu and my eldest uncle?"

"If you haven't thought of it, that's fine. But if you are unwilling due to compassion, I advise you not to ascend the Dragon."

"The situation in Ziyang Sect is ten or a hundred times more cruel than this. If you show mercy, you will only die there."

Upon hearing this, Qiu Qiu Wenjie's heart churned like a stormy sea.

Taking a deep breath, he said, "I understand."

The three rushed straight to Qingshe Gang's stronghold. Under Xu Yang's instructions, Xu Qing and Qiu Qiu Wenjie killed anyone they saw.

Xu Yang strolled through Qingshe Gang's stronghold, opening his five senses to perceive. Any martial artist he detected, he killed instantly from a distance with a single point.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Qingshe Gang was covered in corpses, the smell of blood assaulting the nostrils.

The little girl vomited directly. Qiu Qiu Wenjie's face turned pale as he barely suppressed his nausea.

Killing so many people for the first time was indeed quite intense.

Xu Yang nodded inwardly. Neither of them performed very well, but their aura had undergone some change, vaguely carrying a fierce qi.

"I'll go find some friends to help handle the bodies!" Qiu Qiu Wenjie said.

Xu Yang shook his head: "No need. You two dig a pit in the courtyard and bury them directly. Handling corpses is something a martial artist must learn."

The little girl wore a bitter expression: "You didn't say back then that practicing martial arts also meant facing these disgusting things."

For the first time, she regretted practicing martial arts, not because she feared danger or hardship.