Chapter 59: I sentence you to death

In the dim night, the red fireworks were strikingly noticeable.

Soon, several disciples of the Double Absolute Sect came to check the situation.

But before they could see clearly, a green light flashed in the air, several large heads flew up, and only the disciple holding a torch could still stand—then a smell came, and he was so frightened he wet his pants.

He panicked and ran back the way he came, shouting as he ran.

"Come quick! Come quick! The Embroidered Uniform Guard has come out!"

In the next moment, a violent explosion sound came, the whole mountain trembled slightly—it was the earth-shaking mine buried by the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and these fireworks were the signal set by Shen Qing.

As soon as the fireworks sounded, the attack on the mountain began from below.

Only a earth-shaking shout of killing could be heard; if someone could watch from afar at this moment, they would see a black torrent dotted with crimson charging toward the sole vital path of Fist Peak.

The Red Cloud Sect Sect Leader Su Zhen sliced open the mountain gate with one sword, his eyes filled with resolve; having come this far, he had no retreat.

He chose to believe his daughter.

Su Zhen shouted angrily: "Red Cloud Sect disciples! Follow me and kill!"

Fang Ming on the mountain twitched his ears, he heard this roar, and the voice was familiar to him.

"It's the Red Cloud Sect Sect Leader Su Zhen! How is he also here?"

Fang Ming realized something! Oh no, Shen Qing is here, Su Zhen is here—what about Palm Peak?

The Double Absolute Sect isn't just one mountain; if we only attack this mountain, the people on the other mountain will come down and reverse the situation.

But before he could speak.

In the night sky, a tiger's roar shook the heavens; far off, a huge white tiger on Palm Peak's side was charging toward the summit at a terrifying speed, and in the next moment, two massive pillars were swatted away—those were the two-thousand-catty mountain gate of Palm Peak.

At that moment, Zhang Shan's shout came: "Damn, slow down! I can't keep up!"

But the white tiger couldn't care less; it was charging up the mountain full of resentment.

At the West City Gate of Luo River City, someone feeds it good beef and mutton every day, and it had already prepared to lie down—then today someone suddenly came and told it to work.

This feeling is like getting off work, ordering a nice meal at home, picking a good movie to watch, only for the boss to say you have to work overtime—how could the resentment not be great?

Fang Ming raised his eyebrows; it seemed he was overthinking—how could our Magistrate Shen possibly make a mistake?

Today is destined to be a day of chaotic, giggly slaughter.

Shen Qing handles the slaughter, and he just needs to giggle.

Only see on Fist Peak, several flashes of light suddenly blazed, over a hundred disciples rushed out, the leader being precisely one of the Double Absolute Sect's Sect Masters, the leader of Fist Peak, Zhu Heng.

Zhu Heng listened to the earth-shaking shouts of killing and the tiger's roar, frowning.

"Where did all these Embroidered Uniform Guards come from?"

He also noticed Shen Qing, wearing a silver robe, single person with a single blade.

Without any concealment, he simply stood on the sect square, quietly watching them.

A hint of ferocity appeared in Zhu Heng's eyes.

"An Embroidered Uniform Guard Captain? Just one person? How dare he be so arrogant?"

Then he glanced at the Grand Elder Zhang Jin beside him: "Let's go up, capture the bandit by taking their leader first, seize him as a hostage to go down the mountain."

Zhang Jin nodded and drew his knife.

Zhu Heng took the lead, his mighty aura surging forth, a fist with fierce wind blasting toward Shen Qing.

"You're Shen Qing? Bold indeed, daring to assault our Double Absolute Sect?"

"You already have a death sentence coming! Take this punch!"

Shen Qing's face remained calm, he lightly said: "Old dog."

Having said that, he raised his fist and unleashed a blow; the Dragon Elephant's resonance echoed across the peak, shaking the Double Absolute Sect disciples' ears into ringing.

With a bang, the two fists collided.

In just an instant, Zhu Heng flew backward, exactly as he had come but faster, while Shen Qing stood in place, not retreating even half a step.

At that moment, Zhang Jin, holding a long sword, also rushed forward and thrust it at Shen Qing's face.

Zhang Jin gave a cold smile.

"World-Passing Yama! You've revealed a flaw!"

Shen Qing didn't even look at him, raised two fingers, and firmly clamped the long sword.

Zhang Jin's pupils contracted: "How is this possible?"

He strained with all his might, but the sword didn't budge—he couldn't pull it out or thrust it in.

Shen Qing glanced at him: "For you, there are countless impossible things!"

As his words fell, overbearing true qi surged from Shen Qing's fingertips, shattering the sword into pieces, turning it into dozens of metal fragments; in the next moment, as Shen Qing exerted force with his fingertips, these fragments were drawn to him by his true qi.

Shen Qing lightly shook his fingers; the fragments shot out like hidden weapons, and in an instant Zhang Jin was turned into a sieve by them.

The remaining fragments blasted into the crowd of Double Absolute Sect disciples charging forward, their wails unceasing.

Zhang Jin only felt blood seeping from his whole body, his pupils full of disbelief: "How is this possible?"

Shen Qing didn't look at him, lifted his foot and walked past him at a leisurely pace.

"As I said, for you, there are countless impossible things in this world."

As his words fell, Zhang Jin collapsed helplessly at Shen Qing's feet.

Zhu Heng also struggled to rise, letting out a hoarse cry.

"Brother Jin!"

But that punch from Shen Qing just now had already injured his five viscera and six bowels; he could hardly stand.

Shen Qing walked over holding the Green River; with each step he took, the Double Absolute Sect disciples retreated one step.

Passing the sect square leads to the mountain gate; from there they could reinforce the Double Absolute Sect disciples being slaughtered by Su Zhen and others.

But when Shen Qing stood there, they simply dared not move forward.

What a ridiculous affair — the Double Absolute Sect, which used to run roughshod and domineering, today finds itself trapped in its own homes and slaughtered, yet they can do nothing.

Shen Qing's expression remained calm.

"Double Absolute Sect, for decades it has harmed Yongning Prefecture, caused chaos in Luoshui City, massacred the people of Great Wu, abducted civilian women, attacked the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and harbored rebels of the White Dragon Sect — myriad crimes, all to be punished."

"I, Shen Qing, sentence you to death."