Chapter 169: Close the Gate, Seal the Mountain, Leave No One Alive!

Shen Qing appeared before Yang Sha; a punch struck his jaw, blasting him up a hundred meters into the air, and even the house was blown open with a big hole.

Shen Qing showed no hesitation; the blood-colored armor instantly covered him, and he shot straight up into the sky.

Yang Sha reacted, a barrage of fist images wrapped in vital energy surged toward Shen Qing, his visage ferocious.

After all, he had manifested fist bones since birth, so his fist technique naturally possessed astonishing power.

But it's rather awkward—he happened to run into Shen Qing.

His body is the Ancient Origin Heaven-and-Earth Body, and his armor is the Slaughter Blood-Qi Condensed Armor.

Its strength is boundless, capable of crushing Yang Sha, and its defense is so high that Yang Sha cannot break through it.

Moreover, Shen Qing's immensely vast Qi Sea adds to the threefold overlay, making each incoming punch roar like a raging dragon.

With a single punch, Shen Qing ripped a chunk of flesh from Yang Sha's right arm, while Yang Sha's fist striking Shen Qing left not even a white mark.

In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged dozens of punches; Yang Sha's body had already lost several chunks of flesh to Shen Qing's grasp, and the slaughter armor on Shen Qing was drenched in blood.

Of course, this blood could not possibly be Shen Qing's—it came from Yang Sha.

Yang Sha looked at Shen Qing with a solemn expression; his fist technique had never suffered such a setback before.

"Who exactly are you? When did Azure Prefecture have a figure like you?"

Shen Qing snorted: "Dead people don't need to know too much."

Mad Fist's face once again flashed a hint of madness.

"Good, good, good! It seems I've lain low too long—people have even forgotten the name Mad Fist!"

"Speak of it," Mad Fist's whole body erupted with a frenzied aura.

This is his famed Mad Fist technique—its hallmark is all-out offense, no defense, purely seeking to trade injury for injury in a mad pursuit.

He unleashed a succession of dozens of Mad Fist blows, their power indeed noticeably greater than before.

But.

It still wasn't of much use.

Under the bolstering of the Ancient Origin Heaven-and-Earth Body.

Shen Qing's main tactic is.

Left punch high damage, right punch higher damage.

As long as he links left punch to right punch and repeats, even without formal fist technique, Shen Qing is a master of the fist way.

The Dragon Elephant Sound rang out as Shen Qing's punch met Yang Sha's punch.

All that could be seen was a violent burst of air.

Immediately followed by a crisp sound of bones breaking.

It was Yang Sha—his right fist had several finger bones shattered by Shen Qing's strike.

That punch snapped Yang Sha to awareness; the madness in his eyes faded, restoring clarity.

He clutched his fist and frantically retreated: "I yield..."

The next instant, a hand cloaked in scarlet blood armor seized his mouth.

"You yield? I haven't had enough yet."

"It's been a long time since I threw such a satisfying punch."

Saying this, Shen Qing's fingers clenched with force; the sound of cracking bones rang out as Yang Sha's teeth were crushed one by one.

The agonized howl stuck in his throat, unable to escape, though the pain in his eyes could not be concealed.

Yang Sha realized that begging for mercy was useless.

He gathered all his strength and threw a punch at Shen Qing's face.

Yet Shen Qing caught it firmly; instantly golden light flashed, the Dragon Elephant Sound roared, overbearing true qi surged violently, and Yang Sha's arm began to twist under immense force—within the blink of an eye it had spun several turns, becoming pretzel-shaped.

Immediately after came a series of crack sounds, followed by a bang.

Yang Sha's right arm was wrenched clean off, blood spraying out.

Before Yang Sha could even howl, Shen Qing seized his other arm, repeated the maneuver, twisting it into a pretzel and tearing it apart.

Shen Qing seized Yang Sha's throat in one grip, a sneer on his face.

"Not mad anymore?"

"If you're not mad, then go die."

Having said that, numerous blade glints shot from his fingertips, frenziedly slicing Yang Sha's body; within just a few breaths he was cut into thousands of pieces.

Innumerable fragments mixed with blood rained down, precisely landing in the dining hall of Frost Bell Temple; all the monks were drenched head‑to‑toe in blood and shards.

Yang Sha's eyeball happened to land in the abbot Hui Kong's rice bowl, staring fixedly at him.

The next moment, Shen Qing descended from the heavens.

【Congratulations on slaying a Primordial Elixir Realm martial practitioner; successfully looted trait: Fist Bone Innate (Gold)】

【New fusible trait discovered】

【Fist Technique Master (Blue) + Fist Bone Innate (Gold) =???】

Shen Qing clapped his hands, dispersing the blood-colored armor on his body.

He turned, glanced at the monks, and chuckled: "You all cooperated well today; I'm very pleased."

"Alright, enjoy your vegetarian meal."

Shen Qing walked up to Monk Hui Kong and patted his face.

"You're Monk Hui Kong, right? Just eat your vegetarian meal and chant your Buddha."

"When recruiting, keep your eyes open—don't bring in any more scum."

Having said that, Shen Qing walked out of the house, waved his hand, and the Embroidered Uniform Guard in the courtyard sheathed their swords, falling in neat formation behind him.

Hui Kong followed him out of the house and spoke loudly.

"Shen Qing, lay patron! Could it be that Yang Sha deserves death ten thousand times, with no chance to start over?"

Shen Qing didn't even turn his head.

"That's what you monks would say."

"Forgiving him is what the Buddha ought to do, while what I ought to do is send him to meet the Buddha."

Hui Kong continued shouting: "Yang Sha told me what he has done; it is heinous beyond measure."

"But he has repented, and over these years he has done many good deeds."

As soon as those words were spoken, Shen Qing stopped in his tracks and his fist shot up.

"Stop!"

All the Embroidered Uniform Guard immediately came to a halt.

Shen Qing slowly turned around, his icy gaze sweeping over Hui Kong.

"You just said, you know what Yang Sha has done?"

Shen Qing turned his gaze to the other monks: "And you? Do you know?"

As his gaze swept over them, the monks all lowered their heads; it was obvious they each knew something.

If you don't know, Shen Qing will consider you innocent through ignorance, and you can go back to the local garrison office to accept punishment yourself.

But if you do know, then the situation is quite different.

This is harboring a criminal.

Shen Qing glanced back at Xu Changhai: "Prefect Xu, is this the investigation result you confidently promised?"

Hui Kong's body stiffened somewhat: "Shen Qing, lay patron... we know, but we haven't done anything else..."

Shen Qing laughed: "Under the Great Martial law, harboring a heinous criminal is punished as if one were the criminal himself!"

To be honest, the laws of ancient times were not very sound and were also extreme.

But Shen Qing really liked it.

Harboring a criminal must be punished severely; otherwise, today you shelter a murderer, tomorrow he shelters another murderer—how could the common folk survive?

Shen Qing walked a few steps forward, arriving before the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

In just an instant, a bloody mist spread, and five phantom blood dragons surged forth, the slaughter armor covering his whole body.

Shen Qing drew the dragon-slaying blade at his waist and raised the blade, pointing it at the assembled monks.

"Close the gates, seal the mountain, leave none alive!"