Chapter 172: The Most Undignified Death of an Elixir Core

Wu Yuhong stopped before Shen Qing, looking at Shen Qing covered in blood armor.

"Who are you again?"

Shen Qing's face was calm: "Let me introduce myself, I am Shen Qing, Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard."

Wu Yuhong had long been in You Prefecture, and after returning to Qing Prefecture he had remained hidden; moreover, Shen Qing's rise was too swift, so Wu Yuhong had never even heard his name.

Wu Yuhong's face full of contempt, he gave a light chuckle: "You? Commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard? I think the Guard truly has no one left, letting a Grand Master be a commander?"

"What? Just because you're good-looking? Just because you have delicate skin?"

The scholars and others in the stands below shook their heads.

"We're doomed."

"This person is beyond saving."

"Even without speaking, one could die with dignity; now wanting to die with dignity is hard."

"You'll find out how I became commander."

Shen Qing's killing intent ran rampant; the hand attached to his blood-colored armor suddenly seized Wu Yuhong's throat.

Wu Yuhong's face changed in an instant.

"So fast!"

"When did he strike?"

Wu Yuhong's palm, infused with frenzied primal qi, slapped against Shen Qing's slaughter armor, but it had little effect; Wu Yuhong could only leave a faint white mark.

Shen Qing's eyes were icy: "Why is your fist so soft? Take a look at mine."

Boom—

Shen Qing threw a punch that roared like a dragon, striking Wu Yuhong's face with precision; a massive air wave instantly swept the stands, sending the low-level martial artists below tumbling.

Wu Yuhong's head jerked back, blood spraying uncontrollably.

This blow left him dizzy and his brain trembling; at that moment he also understood why Shen Qing could become commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

Of course, if he could choose, Wu Yuhong wouldn't really want to know.

But before Wu Yuhong could recover, Shen Qing's next punch already landed on his face.

"Take a deep breath; dizziness is normal."

Bang bang bang.

Shen Qing's right hand clamped Wu Yuhong's throat like an iron vise, while his left fist rained down on him like raindrops.

Each punch left a mark, beating Wu Yuhong beyond human shape.

In the end, Wu Yuhong's legs grew wet as a dark yellow liquid trickled down his pant legs.

The martial artists in the stands below gritted their teeth and shook their heads.

An Elixir Core Realm martial artist was actually beaten to the point of losing control of his bladder—this death is utterly undignified.

Shen Qing, somewhat disgusted, snapped Wu Yuhong's throat and casually tossed his body into the ravine of Sun and Moon Mountain.

Next, Shen Qing turned his gaze to Xu Mo and Zhang Kai of the Six Gates.

The two instantly felt a prickling on their backs, turned, and tried to flee in another direction.

But before they could run, several arms were placed on their shoulders.

It was Ma Qing, Xu Changhai, and Wang Yunshan.

Ma Qing's face bore a chilling smile: "You want to leave now? Isn't it a bit late?"

A gust of wind sounded beside their ears; Shen Qing had already arrived before them, and his recent violence made them tremble with fear.

Xu Mo's voice trembled: "Greetings... greetings, Lord Shen..."

Shen Qing looked at the two: "Are you accomplices of Wu Yuhong?"

Xu Mo hurriedly shook his head: "No, no."

"We are members of the Six Gates; we were just joking with Li Cheng..."

"Lord Shen, spare us this once... we won't dare again..."

Shen Qing chuckled: "Letting you go? That's possible; we'll play a game called 'beating the sandbag'."

"You'll be the sandbag."

Xu Mo and Zhang Kai's faces froze at once; "Being the sandbag? That's just getting beaten, right?" Thinking of the punch Shen Qing had just landed on Wu Yuhong...

"Can this sandbag hold up? Taking a few punches from Shen Qing won't leave you black and blue?"

Xu Mo forced an ugly smile: "Lord Shen... you're joking with us, right?"

"It was you who started joking."

Along with the sound came Shen Qing's fist, wrapped in golden light.

Bang!

A clear sound rang out; Xu Mo's head was directly shattered into pieces.

Zhang Kai stood there, dumbfounded, and shouted.

"You really dare to kill him! We were just joking!"

Shen Qing seized his throat in one grip, blood-colored mist spreading.

"Joking? Is that funny?"

"Wu Yuhong, thirty years ago, attacked and killed the commandant of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, plus a hundred guards; on the run he raped and murdered dozens of great martial commoners."

"And you are helping such a criminal escape; do the Six Gates call this joking?"

"Then I ought to consider whether the Six Gates even need to exist."

"To be honest, Shen Qing doesn't really care about the rivalry between the Six Gates and the Embroidered Uniform Guard."

"After all, they've been fighting for more than just a day or two."

But this matter also needs to have a limit.

The Embroidered Uniform Guard is capturing criminals over here, and you from the Six Gates come to cause trouble at this time? This has already touched Shen Qing's bottom line.

Zhang Kai's eyes were about to burst with anger, because he simply could not refute.

Shen Qing snorted, his fingers suddenly exerted force, directly snapping Zhang Kai's neck.

Then he casually flung it, throwing Zhang Kai's corpse to the side.

"Send the corpse to the Six Gates' Chief Inspector, tell him to come to the Northern Garrison Office of Tianxing City within ten days to give me an explanation."

"Otherwise, you will bear the consequences."

Shen Qing wiped his hands and walked toward the stands of the Martial Arts Assembly.

At this moment, the entire Martial Arts Assembly fell silent,

They had long heard of Shen Qing's great name, but no one had seen him; now they witnessed what it means to be a true Yama.

Shen Qing came before the stand, his voice flat: "Which of you is the person in charge?"

Several people on the stands exchanged glances, then all flew down from the high platform; they were all high-ranking figures of the Three Provinces' martial world, they all knew Shen Qing's identity, and they dared not stand in a high position to speak with him.

A green-clad middle-aged man from Qingzhou cupped his hands toward Shen Qing: "I am Jiang Sheng, sect master of Qingzhou's Thousand Jade Gate; I have met Sir Shen, and I can consider myself the person in charge."

Shen Qing nodded: "Arrange a seat for me; I promised a friend to come watch the Martial Arts Assembly."

As soon as he said that, the people around were stunned, constantly wondering just who Shen Qing's friend was.

Only Su Jiu Die on the fighting platform smiled brightly, her cheeks flushed.

While the people from Qingzhou were worrying about how to arrange seats without losing Shen Qing's status, Shen Qing saw that a few seats were still empty on the highest table to one side.

He raised his hand and waved.

"No need to arrange; I think those seats are fine."

Saying this, Shen Qing flew toward the high platform.

A purple-clad middle-aged man was about to speak: "That seat is..."

He wanted to say that seat was arranged for several high-authority martial elders.

But before he could finish, Jiang Sheng covered his mouth: "What do you want to say?"

"What do you want to say? You forgot he is still the young master of the Shen family?"

"You wouldn't dare say the Shen family young master is unworthy of that seat, would you?"

"I think you lovesick!"