Chapter 192: Didn't your mother tell you not to point at people randomly?

Below Blackwind Mountain.

Transcendence Palace outpost.

This is the Transcendence Palace outpost, and its daily purpose is to find suitable test subjects for the Transcendence Palace.

Their main targets are Dawu people wandering the martial world.

This is also the safest method.

There are more Dawu people wandering the martial world than stray dogs.

Even if they go missing outside, others will only assume they were killed by another martial artist or a ferocious beast.

They would never think of the Transcendence Palace.

Moreover, the Transcendence Palace has only been in Qingzhou for three years, so the outside world has not noticed this faction's existence, and thus it remains well hidden.

A man of extraordinary stature appeared at the mountain pass, his height reaching three meters, his entire body concealed within a black robe.

He was precisely the Second Hall Master of the Transcendence Palace, Batok.

Batok strode into the outpost with large steps, this outpost hidden in a cave, extremely concealed.

He shouted in awkward Dawu dialect.

"Where are the people?"

A green-clad middle-aged man walked out of the cave: "Greetings, Hall Master."

Batok's voice carried some dissatisfaction: "Where is Number Three? Where is Kongshan?"

Number Three refers to that werewolf, and Kongshan refers to that slaughtered white-robed Elemental Core cultivator.

The green-clad middle-aged man said: "The altar master went out to capture Number Three and hasn't returned yet."

Batok's voice was filled with anger.

"Damn! Useless trash! A discarded test subject hasn't been brought back in half a month."

"What use are you?"

"It seems I need to seriously reconsider my cooperation with Kongshan, since you can't even handle such a small matter."

"I'd like to ask him if he still wants to continue treating his wife!"

The green-clad man was somewhat displeased, but still wore a smile: "Second Hall Master, please don't be angry; this time it's a sure thing. If you wait a bit, our altar master might return shortly."

At this moment, a voice came from above.

"He probably won't be coming back."

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, you're slow as molasses, are you the Second Hall Master of the Transcendence Palace?"

The two suddenly looked up, only to see two people had appeared on the treetops at some point.

Shen Qing stood with hands behind his back, a full moon imprint on his back, wearing a blood-stained crimson python robe that added a touch of killing intent.

Beside him was Wu Nian, with a calm expression, palms pressed together.

Batok looked at Shen Qing: "Who are you?"

Shen Qing glanced at the three-meter-tall Batok and said: "Let me introduce myself—I am Shen Qing, Commander of the Qingzhou Embroidered Uniform Guard, and also the executioner tasked with sending you to hell."

"So, are you ready to die?"

Batok let out a cold laugh: "I've long heard of your great name."

"But I don't like others calling me Second Hall Master; I prefer to be called Batok, the Hand of the Demon!"

Saying this, Batok grabbed and tore off his black robe, revealing his true form.

Only to see that his entire body had lost all human shape—his hands were a pair of jet-black large hands with three fingers, his legs thick and twisted, covered in long, hard hair.

Obviously, he had completely remade himself, with every part of his body replaced by that of a ferocious beast.

"Dawu person! Are you starting to feel afraid? Hahaha..."

But the next moment, his smile froze.

Shen Qing took a step forward, and a great black sun instantly appeared behind him, surging black mist rolling outward.

In the next instant, Shen Qing had already crossed a hundred meters of distance to stand before Batok, throwing a punch toward Batok's face.

In Batok's pupils, Shen Qing's appearance rapidly enlarged, a terrifying fist wreathed in black mist, and blood-red pupils hidden within the black mist.

Bang!

A tremendous sound came.

Batok's entire body was swiftly flung backward, crashing into the great mountain.

Shen Qing's icy voice echoed back.

"I don't understand what you're proud of—turning yourself into something neither human nor ghost, is that really worth being proud of?"

Only to see in the ruins, Batok slowly climbed to his feet, his entire jaw already knocked askew by Shen Qing.

His face showed slight surprise, but he remained fairly composed.

He touched his jaw with his hand, trying to restore it, but couldn't, because the bone of his jaw had already been shattered by Shen Qing.

Batok looked at Shen Qing and made a sound.

"You are strong; I declare, you are qualified to witness my ultimate form!"

"Let you see why I am called the Hand of the Demon! I will bestow upon you a glorious death!"

Immediately after, Batok let out a low roar, only to see his muscles begin to bulge all over; though already three meters tall, his height increased by another half meter, and those hands began to swell strangely, muscles coiling like a crouching dragon.

He slowly walked toward Shen Qing, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly, he extended his finger and pointed at Shen Qing.

"Shen Qing, is it? This is my ultimate form, and now you may begin to fear."

Shen Qing looked at Batok with a calm gaze, his Dawu speech nonstandard and mumbling a jumble.

Moreover, he dared to point his finger at Shen Qing?

"Didn't your mother tell you not to point at people randomly?"

Just a momentary blood-colored armor covered his entire body, Shen Qing grabbed Bartok's fingers, only to hear a crack.

Bartok's fingers were directly snapped by Shen Qing, and Bartok himself, due to the immense pain, knelt on one knee before Shen Qing.

"Now that's right, kneeling and speaking to me."

Bartok's face flushed red; he couldn't understand how Shen Qing had become faster and stronger, the big talk he'd just spoken seeming to slap his face repeatedly.

"Fuck oil!"

Bartok threw a punch at Shen Qing, the massive air blast speaking of this punch's power.

Shen Qing snorted: "Fuck ni ma ah fuck."

He slapped upward with one palm, sending Bartok's fist flying, then quickly closed in on Bartok.

A punch directly slammed toward Bartok's face.

Bang!

This punch, the Heaven and Earth Fist, bolstered by the Slaughter Armor, had power far beyond what the previous punch could compare to.

Bartok flew backward at a greater speed, spurting blood drawing a blood line in the air, Bartok's entire face caved in from Shen Qing's punch.

In midair, his distorted features showed shock.

This damage isn't right?

How could I lose in my proud strength to this frail human?

The intense pain not only harmed his self-esteem but also constantly reminded him.

He absolutely could not be Shen Qing's opponent; he must flee.

Otherwise, he would die today!

After landing, he didn't even care about the pain, turned his head and ran in the opposite direction.

Trees on both sides flashed backward rapidly as Bartok burst forth with the fastest speed of his life.

He thought, Shen Qing like this probably can't catch up anymore?

But suddenly, his peripheral vision seemed to catch something.

His body tensed; he knew what was beside him, but fear prevented him from turning his head.

"Your speed doesn't seem all that great either?"

Shen Qing's voice sounded beside his ear, completely shattering Bartok's hope.

The next moment, Shen Qing appeared before Bartok, a punch precisely striking Bartok's chest.

Crack crack crack!

The sound of bones shattering continuously echoed, Bartok's chest caved in from the blows.

Yet he didn't fly backward, because Shen Qing grabbed his arm, preventing him from flying back.

Bang bang bang!

Shen Qing's other hand continuously unleashed Black Sun Subduing Demon Fists.

Bartok's body showed one depression after another, bones beginning to continuously shatter.

Until the final punch, Shen Qing's armor glowed with intense red light, fist intent filling the sky.

Bang!

A massive shockwave spread outward in a ring, Bartok threw his head back and sprayed blood wildly.

Bartok completely lost his ability to move.