Chapter 56: I, Shen Qing, am not a bloodthirsty person

The atmosphere on site was oppressively grim; no one had reacted yet to when Shen Qing had arrived before Ge Xuan, or how he had drawn his blade.

Even Ge Dong, who was also at the peak of the Innate Realm, had only just raised his hand.

A blood line also appeared on Ge Xuan's cheek, and he muttered, 'This... how is this possible?'

In the next moment, Ge Xuan's body split into pieces, falling to the ground chunk by chunk; the sound of flesh and blood striking the ground seemed to hit everyone's hearts.

Ge Dong's outstretched hand also froze in midair, beginning to tremble uncontrollably.

Shen Qing turned to look at Ge Dong: 'And you? Are you also a One Nine Open?'

Ge Dong's face turned pale in an instant.

He had originally thought there was a gap between Shen Qing and them.

After all, their cultivation levels were set there, and their realms were higher than Shen Qing's.

Furthermore, they had lived nearly a hundred years, so saying they were veteran in weapons and combat experience was no exaggeration, while Shen Qing was only twenty.

No matter how you look at it, the advantage was on my side.

But how did it end up like this in the end?

What One Nine Open, what's that called—cutting you nine times in a single breath?

The facts prove that there really is a gap, and not a small one, like a heavenly chasm.

Ge Dong spat out a mouthful of essence blood, turned his head, and tried to flee.

Honestly, his running speed was truly not slow; his whole body moved like a swimming snake on the ground, covering several hundred meters in the blink of an eye.

Ge Dong also sneaked a glance back, seeing Shen Qing standing still with no intention to pursue, and secretly felt relieved.

This Shen Qing still suffered from his youth, lacking sufficient experience; not pursuing him right away meant there was no chance to catch up.

Ge Dong, having lived so many years, wasn't wasting his time; in Jia Shui Jun he was famed as the fastest below the Grandmaster Realm.

Watching Ge Dong run farther and farther away, Wu Yue panicked; he wasn't afraid of Shen Qing, but he was afraid himself.

Having fled from such an Innate Realm Peak enemy, he would henceforth live in constant fear and anxiety.

Ge Dong couldn't beat Shen Qing, and he still couldn't beat Wu Yue?

'Lord Shen! Lord Shen! That old thing ran off—chase after him quickly!'

'No rush.' Shen Qing smiled calmly: 'Bring the bow.'

Hei Gou hurried forward, opened the wooden box on his back, and took out the Overlord Bow.

Since obtaining the Overlord Bow a few days ago, I had never found a chance to test its power; today, having finally gotten an opportunity, I must certainly make good use of it.

Shen Qing gripped the bowstring, his left hand seized an arrow, his true qi circulated; in an instant, the golden patterns on the bow blazed like molten lava, and faintly there was the roar of a violent serpent.

Shen Qing could, but he did not conceal the Overlord Bow's special effect.

He openly told Ge Dong, 'Your father, I'm going to shoot you.'

Within the intense golden light, everyone could faintly see a Golden Sea Python roaring violently.

Ge Dong also sensed the movement behind him, couldn't help but glance back; not looking would have been fine, but this look almost scared his soul out of him.

Only a golden‑glowing arrow was seen speeding toward him, and in an instant it was already before Ge Dong's eyes.

At that instant, Ge Dong felt the whole world fall silent, as if he saw his deceased great‑grandmother waving at him.

With a bang, the golden arrow pierced through his head, blowing Ge Dong's entire skull into fragments.

The golden arrow's force did not diminish; it pierced straight through three rooms in a row before finally embedding in a huge stone, and even that stone was left with a deep crater.

Everyone present swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Wu Gang standing nearby was dumbfounded.

The two experts I hired at great cost are just gone like that? Cut nine times in a single breath? Does that also count as a One Nine Open?

In the past I always deceived others, but today Wu Gang felt for the first time what it was like to be deceived.

Wu Gang wanted to cry but had no tears; he only wanted to curse, 'Damn you, give me my money back!'

But there was no time for him to curse; a phantom flickered, and Shen Qing had already arrived before him, looking down from above.

Wu Gang stiffly lifted his head; at this moment Shen Qing's expression kept enlarging in his eyes, his voice also trembling: 'Lord Shen, I say I was just joking just now, do you believe me?'

Shen Qing nodded: 'I believe you, but I'm someone who can't afford to joke.'

Having said that, Shen Qing's palm sliced like a blade, and a fine head flew high into the air.

At that moment, Wu Yue also stared blankly, watching his elder brother, who had grown up alongside him, now severed head from body.

Shen Qing turned back: 'Regarding the Wu family, do you have anything else to say?'

Wu Yue came back to himself from grief, also realizing that Shen Qing was asking about the Wu family's affairs; at this point, the Wu family's life or death depended on a single word from Shen Qing.

The surrounding Wu family members all looked at Wu Yue with the eyes of a fine steed, hoping he could speak a word for them.

Who would have thought Wu Yue shook his head, completely ignoring their gazes.

'Lord Shen, I have nothing to say; I have seen with my own eyes what they have done over these years.'

'But my branch moved out of the Wu family's main house long ago; my lord, could you give them a chance?'

'My branch is willing to enter the Hundred Household Office Prison for investigation.'

Shen Qing said unhurriedly: 'All right, no need for an investigation; I see your cooperation, and I, Shen Qing, am not some blood‑thirsty person.'

'From now on, may your branch live well; you are not a fool, and under your leadership the Wu family will not head toward ruin.'

Wu Yue knelt to the ground and kowtowed once: 'Wu Yue thanks Lord Shen.'

'No need to be overly polite; I don't go for this either.' Shen Qing rose and walked toward the outer courtyard, waving his hand; Hei Gou and the others drew their waist‑worn steel blades and headed toward the Wu family crowd.

In an instant, the Wu mansion filled with wails; they realized Wu Yue had no intention to protect them, and curses erupted at once.

Wu Yue lifted his head, gazing at Shen Qing's back, and couldn't help but doubt whether what he had done was right or wrong.

But after only a brief reflection, Wu Yue affirmed himself, believing he had made the currently most correct decision.

Wu Yue rose, stepped forward, and headed toward the outside of the Wu mansion's gate.

A young man knelt, crying out to Wu Yue: "Second Master, I am your nephew Wu Bao, the Wu Bao who used to act coquettish in your arms as a child, Second Master, please save me."

Wu Yue did not turn back, also recalling something in his heart, he slowly spoke: "Wu Bao? Indeed a good child."

"However, when you raped and killed that girl, strangling her child, everything had already changed."

Having said that, he no longer looked at their wails, stepped forward with one foot, and walked out of the gate of Wu Manor.

At that moment, the dark clouds in the sky had completely dispersed, and a ray of sunlight fell on the broken gate of Wu Manor.

The scholar grabbed Wu Bao's collar with one hand, then flung him down with the other, and kicked him directly in the face.

"I've long disliked you; our elders are conducting proper business here, and you're standing around singing and dancing."

"Die, Master!"