Chapter 112: What Are You Babbling About? Take My Ink Dragon Severing River!

Pure Heart Temple is located on Pure Heart Mountain.

Shen Qing sat quietly under a blue pine, a white-bearded old man was brewing tea for Shen Qing; this old man was the Third Elder of Pure Heart Temple, Zhang Haisong.

His tone was calm.

"Lord Shen, we have no wine at Pure Heart Temple, so we can only offer tea; please don't take offense."

Shen Qing lifted the tea and took a gentle sip: "The tea is not bad."

Zhang Haisong's eyes held a hint of lingering fear: "Lord Shen, if it weren't for your arrival this time, Pure Heart Temple would truly be facing more misfortune than fortune."

Shen Qing smiled.

"Rest assured, Sun Wu and Bai Quan work under me, so I have no reason to stand by and do nothing."

Speaking of defensive strength, Pure Heart Temple and the Bright Moon Sect are not much different; if the Japanese pirates attack, their fate will be no different from that of the Bright Moon Sect.

Zhang Haisong glanced at the upright Sun Wu and Bai Quan standing nearby; originally he had quite a few objections to their defection to Shen Qing.

But looking at it now, defecting is good.

Furthermore, I've heard that although Shen Qing is extremely ruthless toward enemies, he treats his own subordinates very well.

I also don't know whether Shen Qing is still accepting recruits.

Or perhaps I should defect as well?

Adding one more elder to Pure Heart Temple makes no difference; losing one also causes no great harm.

But having one more worker on Shen Qing's side makes a difference; moreover, I speak Japanese well, unlike Sun Wu's half‑knowledge, and if I could still be of help in the future, that would be greatly beneficial to Pure Heart Temple.

The more Zhang Haisong thought about it, the more feasible the idea seemed, and he was about to speak up to ask.

Shen Qing, however, set down his teacup, and the air grew a bit more killing intent.

"The guests have arrived."

At the same time, at the foot of Pure Heart Mountain.

Nine masked black‑clad figures appeared at the mountain gate.

The leader had reached the sixth level of the Grand Master Realm, his Wu language sounded a bit awkward, and it was obvious he was the Songxia mentioned by Yin He.

"What's going on? Number Two hasn't arrived yet?"

"Does anyone know what's happening?"

This Number Two is Yin He's codename.

The people around all shook their heads; they had all defected, who wouldn't want to grab more benefits, who would bother about others?

Songxia didn't think much further.

"Forget it, it's just a measly Pure Heart Temple; it's the same whether he comes or not."

Having said that, Songxia strode forward with big steps toward the mountain gate; at the same time, his true qi surged into his throat, and for a moment his voice echoed through the mountains.

"Elder Zhang! I, Songxia, have come to find you! You are truly impressive—a sect of the Wu Dynasty has mastered the Empire's language to such proficiency."

"But we have invited you several times to join the Empire, yet you dare to refuse?"

"You of the Wu Dynasty have an ancient saying: 'He who knows the times is a hero.'"

"It's a pity that you are not."

"So! Today you will pay the price for your choice!"

"Be afraid! Tremble!... "

Before he could finish his words, Songxia suddenly felt the sky darken a bit; the already somewhat dim Pure Heart Mountain now had not even a trace of moonlight.

Songxia lifted his head, and what met his eyes was a massive black dragon rapidly expanding.

"What are you babbling about? Take this shot of mine."

"Ink Dragon Severing River!!!"

This is not the castrated version used to strike Zhu Gao Wang; this is the real deal, a slash capable of cleaving a flood.

The huge Ink Dragon shot straight at the crowd; its black true qi howled like a gale, the tall mountain gate was instantly split into fragments, and the winding blue‑brick mountain path was carved out a deep gully.

The three people directly hit by the Ink Dragon didn't even manage a scream before being chopped into minced meat, only one head remaining relatively intact.

Shen Qing landed amidst the ruined walls, holding a sword in one hand, with a huge Blood Dragon Illusion emblazoned on his back.

Songxia collapsed on the ground, blood spurting wildly, with faintly visible chunks of his organs.

Relying on the strength of his sixth‑level Grand Master Realm, he struggled to rise, his eyes flashing with anger and fear: "Shen Qing? I know you; I've seen your portrait."

"Have I become this famous among the Japanese pirates?"

Songxia gave a cold smile: "Do you know how much your head is worth? It's a full thirty thousand taels of gold—whoever takes your head can come to us and claim thirty thousand taels of gold."

The surviving traitors around stared at each other; a bounty of thirty thousand taels of gold? They had never seen such a thing even in their dreams.

Shen Qing's eyes showed some displeasure: "If you're poor, don't copy others' bounties—just thirty thousand taels of gold? Are you sending off beggars?"

"The head of the esteemed Third Young Master of the Shen Clan of the Capital is worth only thirty thousand taels of gold? Say that out loud and everyone will laugh you to death."

Songxia's face turned red: "Damn it!"

On the mountainside, Zhang Haisong saw the fight breaking out below and wanted to go down to help, but Sun Wu grabbed him.

"Uncle Master, where are you going?"

Zhang Haisong's face showed some anxiety: "Where else could I go? Of course I'm going to help!"

Sun Wu tightly gripped Zhang Haisong's arm: "Uncle Master, don't blame me for speaking harshly—this is a battle of sixth‑level Grand Master Realm; with your cultivation, I fear the aftermath of Lord Shen's strike would shake you to death."

Zhang Haisong fell silent for a moment; although the words were harsh, they were true, though perhaps a bit too harsh?

"What do you mean by aftermath shaking him to death?"

Zhang Shan at the side also gave a cold smile: "Elder Zhang, just watch—this beast dares to insult our Lord Shen, he will die a miserable death."

The next moment, a violent red mist burst forth, and the red light of the Blood Dragon Illusion behind Shen Qing blazed brightly.

"I fuck your mother!"

Overbearing true qi wrapped the Crimson Void, bursting forth with fierce thunder light; a huge thunder dragon surged straight toward Song Xia.

Song Xia's reaction was a bit slow; he was shaken by the killing intent, his mind unsettled, and his internal true qi slowed slightly.

Bang!

This strike directly hit Song Xia's body, sending him flying backward; he tumbled several times in the air and heavily smashed into the mountain wall.

"Damn! What kind of trick is this now?"

Among the wokou, there was intel on Shen Qing, which also said Shen Qing likes to start with a zero-frame move; when he just recognized Shen Qing, he was already guarding against Shen Qing's zero-frame start.

But what is this blood dragon phantom? Why is there no record of it in the intel?

He only obtained that intel seven days ago; could it have become outdated in such a short time?

Just as he was thinking, Shen Qing's second strike had already reached Song Xia.

Song Xia let out a fierce shout, green true qi surged forth, and a green light shot from his hand, actually blocking the Ninefold Thunder Blade outright.

His eyes were filled with rage.

"Shen Qing! You're indeed formidable for killing enemies above your level; I admit you deserve this bounty."

"But it's a pity our realms differ too greatly; unless you use a secret art, your ordinary martial arts can't kill me!"

"And secret arts require charging! As long as I prevent you from charging, you will surely lose!"

"What are you muttering about? Hundred-Splitting Fist Bone!"

A fierce fist intent surged out; his left hand condensed a hundred fist shadows and erupted.

This punch solidly slammed into Song Xia's chest; a bulge suddenly protruded from his back, his eyes kept bulging as if they might pop out.

His defenses were somewhat breached.

What is this again? An instant-cast secret art?

Why isn't anything about it mentioned in my intel?

Fuck you!

False information harms people!