Chapter 1972

Qiao Feng watched Mu Wanzhen strike, wanting to stop her, but it was far too late.

Moreover, her Wu Gong was far superior to his; even if he wished to stop her, he was powerless.

Mu Wanzhen turned her head, gazing at Zhao Qiansun and the others, and said: "You dozen-legged dogs, today you'll leave your lives here!"

With a wave of her hand, several qi blasts shot forth; with a few soft thuds, blood holes appeared on Zhao Qiansun, Shan Zheng, and others' foreheads, red and white spurting out like geysers.

"Sss!"

The Beggar's Sect members gasped in shock, their fear reaching its peak; some even scrambled away on hands and knees.

Mu Wanzhen paid them no mind, turning to Qiao Feng and saying: "The rest are yours to deal with—I need a satisfactory answer, along with the Dragon-Slaying Palm and Dog-Beating Staff techniques."

Qiao Feng frowned, looking at the Beggar's Sect members.

Before the guilty Elder could speak, the subordinate Captains and Officers began shouting.

"Chief, uphold justice according to Sect law!"

"Chief, our Beggar's Sect is a righteous school—how could we wrong these young ladies?"

If these were ordinary people, being falsely accused would be no matter.

But these few clearly weren't to be trifled with—they didn't want the Beggar's Sect to clash with Mu Wanzhen.

With the black-clad girl's methods, if she flew into a rage, not a single Beggar's Sect disciple here would escape alive.

Qiao Feng froze, then waved his hand and said: "Bring the Execution Blade—enforce Sect law!"

Hearing this, Bai Shijing and the others trembled, their faces turning pale.

As members of the Sect, they knew all too well how brutal Sect enforcement could be.

What was "three cuts, six holes"? What was "lighting the lantern"? Neither was bearable by any human.

Without hesitation, they exchanged glances, summoned their inner Qi, raised their palms, and slammed them onto their own foreheads—with a thud, their skulls shattered, dead beyond any doubt.

Clearly, these men chose suicide over punishment.

Qiao Feng bowed apologetically: "Miss, forgive me—the situation arose too suddenly for me to intervene. But they are dead now, and have gotten what they deserved. Is this satisfactory to you?"

Mu Wanzhen nodded: "Acceptable."

Suddenly, she turned to look toward one side.

She raised her palm and brought it down.

The Beggar's Sect members widened their eyes, unable to believe what they saw—a massive, solid palm materialized in midair, spanning several li in diameter, pressing down toward the sky.

The palm's force crushed the earth, shaking mountains and valleys.

After a moment, the trembling of the land finally ceased.

Everyone's souls nearly fled their bodies, yet they secretly rejoiced.

Thank heaven Bai Shijing and the others took their own lives—otherwise, they'd have had to fight this immortal lady, and would surely have been crushed into pulp!

These Bai Shijing and the others truly died well!

Qiao Feng stood stunned.

This palm clearly surpassed Mu Wanzhen's earlier displayed power, leaving him utterly bewildered.

Could Wu Gong truly reach such a level?

Qiao Feng began doubting his entire life—had his years of cultivation merely been practicing fake Wu Gong?

Seeing Mu Wanzhen turn back, Qiao Feng quickly said: "Miss, forgive me—the scrolls for Dragon-Slaying Palm and Dog-Beating Staff are not on my person. May I find an open space and demonstrate them for you?"

Mu Wanzhen nodded: "Agreed."

Qiao Feng turned apologetically toward the Beggar's Sect members.

After all, Dragon-Slaying Palm was the Sect's core technique—revealing it publicly would naturally provoke opposition.

Yet to his surprise, every Beggar's Sect disciple wore eager expressions, showing no blame—even some urged him on with their eyes.

Qiao Feng suddenly understood.

Of course—compared to life, what did a Sect's core technique matter?

He entered the dense forest and demonstrated both the Dragon-Slaying Palm and Dog-Beating Staff techniques, then returned to the open ground.

Qiao Feng's eyes were dazed; only when a Beggar's Sect Captain stepped forward did he snap back to awareness.

"Chief, have those immortal ladies left?"

Qiao Feng nodded, awestruck: "Those young ladies are truly celestial beings descended to earth—they can ride clouds and summon mist! Truly, it's an eye-opening sight."

The Captain blinked: "Ride clouds and summon mist?"

Recalling the sky-crushing palm just now, he found it perfectly reasonable.

Only a god could have unleashed such a palm.

At that moment, a Beggar's Sect disciple returned on horseback, having gone to inspect the damage from the giant palm.

"Report, Chief—a group of cavalry lay beneath the palm. Judging by their appearance, they were Xi Xia soldiers. Now they've been reduced to pulp!"

"Yes, Chief, earlier word came that the Xi Xia First-Class Hall had proposed a meeting with us in Apricot Grove…"

Qiao Feng suddenly understood: "So the immortal lady's strike was no accident."

He looked at the crowd.

"As a Khitan, I can no longer hold the position of Chief. When you choose a new Chief, I will reappear and transmit to you the Sect's core techniques."

With a flick of his hand, the jade Dog-Beating Staff plunged into the ground; his body rose into the air and flew far away.

The Beggar's Sect members stared at each other, deeply disheartened.

Without Qiao Feng leading them, wouldn't their Sect sink back into the lower rungs?

After all, the Beggar's Sect's prestige was upheld by Qiao Feng and the many Elders.

Now the Chief has left, and seven of ten Elders are gone—what does the Sect have left to rely on?

Yet none of this was within their power to decide; finally, one Captain pulled the Dog-Beating Staff from the ground and said: "It seems we must now elect a new Chief!"

On the other side.

Above the sky, Zhong Ling danced with a branch, precisely the Dog Beating Staff Technique.

Wang Yuyan asked, "Sister Mu, are we going to Star Host Sea now?"

Mu Wanjing shook her head: "First go to Shaolin, seize Shaolin martial arts, then kill that dog owner. If we let him live, he might do more disgusting things—though they won't harm us, they're still revolting."

Zhong Ling exclaimed in surprise: "Are we going to kill Xuan Ci?"

Mu Wanjing nodded lightly: "Yes. Besides, Shaolin has many martial arts worth a trip for us."

Zhong Ling beamed: "Sister Mu, you exchanged so many points—did you get any elixir of immortality?"

Mu Wanjing gave her a disapproving look: "These few martial arts manuals? You think you can trade for an elixir of immortality? Even if you could, it wouldn't be you, Zhong Ling!"