Chapter 60: Four Arrows Defeat the Grandmaster

Shen Qing's words were just like a splash of cold water on all the disciples' hearts.

But before they could react, Shen Qing's Azure River already swung out several green glints, and the fierce blade wind ruthlessly ravaged this gang of former bullies.

Only the crisp sounds of flesh being cut could be heard, blood spattered across the ground, and severed limbs flew into the air.

Zhu Heng watched the disciples inside die miserably, fear bursting from his eyes, and without regard for his status as sect leader, he scraped at the ground tiles trying to flee.

"Sect Leader Zhu, where are you trying to go?"

Shen Qing walked toward Zhu Heng at a leisurely pace.

"Didn't you say you wanted me to come to the Double Absolute Sect myself to beg you? I'm here now, and you're trying to leave again?"

Zhu Heng didn't answer, merely filled with fear and wanting to escape this place.

Shen Qing stepped on Zhu Heng's ankle, applied slight force, and only a crack was heard—the sound of bones breaking.

"I want to know what gives you the arrogance to speak recklessly, what gives you the audacity to harm the common folk, and what gives you the nerve to lay a hand on my people!"

Zhu Heng let out a painful wail.

"Ah!!!"

"I was wrong! I won't dare again!"

Shen Qing shook his head: "This answer is unsatisfactory."

Having said that, he stomped and shattered Zhu Wu's other ankle.

At that moment, Su Zhen also fought his way alone to the mountaintop, because only Shen Qing was on the mountain; fearing something might happen to Shen Qing, he chose to go up alone first.

But when he arrived, he was dumbfounded—some disciples were dead, others torn to pieces.

On the ground, the Double Absolute Sect's Grand Elder Zhang Jin was also riddled with holes like a sieve, and Sect Leader Zhu Heng was even more trampled under Shen Qing's foot.

Su Zhen's pupils suddenly contracted as he looked toward that silver figure.

Is this really still a human?

Su Zhen forced himself to take several deep breaths, to accept this fact—to accept that Shen Qing alone had blasted through Fist Peak.

Zhang Heng, lying on the ground wailing, also saw Su Zhen, as if clutching at the last straw, he cried out.

"Su Zhen! Su Zhen! It's me, Zhu Heng! We used to drink together!"

"Save me! Save me!"

Su Zhen's eyelid twitched, and he cursed angrily in his heart.

"Who the hell drank with you?"

"You fell into a cesspool and still want to grab me?"

Su Zhen lifted his head, gazing at the night sky swallowed by dark clouds: "This sky, sigh, not bad, the sunlight is quite nice."

At that moment, Scholar Black Dog also climbed to the mountaintop.

"Hey, what's your name, what a coincidence, you're here too?"

Saying that, he lifted his foot and walked toward the scholar.

"What are you saying? Is someone calling for help to me? I didn't hear anything either."

Seeing this, Zhu Heng also completely broke down.

"Su Zhen, you bastard!"

"Save me! Is there anyone who can save me?"

But it seems someone indeed heard his reply; only a roar was heard from atop Palm Peak.

"Who is causing trouble in the Double Absolute Sect?"

"Is it because I, Zhu Wu, died?"

As his words fell, a mighty aura shot up to the heavens—this was the aura unique to the Grandmaster Realm.

At that moment, Su Zhen gazed from afar at the aura on Palm Peak, his expression turning grave: "Zhu Wu? The former sect leader of the Double Absolute Sect? Wasn't he said to be dead? How did he break through to the Grandmaster Realm?"

On Zhu Heng's ashen face appeared an extremely comical scene—tears and snot streaming down, yet he laughed wildly.

"Father emerged from seclusion? And broke through to the Grandmaster Realm? Good, good, good! Heaven will not destroy our Double Absolute Sect! It shouldn't be doomed!"

"Shen Qing! Su Zhen! Now it's your turn to beg me!"

Zhu Heng laughed wildly.

Su Zhen looked at Shen Qing with a solemn expression, wanting to see how Shen Qing would respond, but Su Zhen was dumbfounded again, for Shen Qing's face showed no expression at all—he merely extended his hand and opened his palm.

And the scholar came trotting over, opened the wooden case on his back, strained to pick up the Overlord Bow, and placed it in Shen Qing's hands.

Su Zhen froze?

"Is he intending to use a bow?"

But although Fist Peak and Palm Peak are adjacent, the two mountains are still three hundred meters apart—not to mention whether one can see or not; even in broad daylight, trying to shoot accurately that far is difficult, and at least among the archers he knows, few could manage it, let alone shooting at a Grandmaster.

On Palm Peak.

The white-haired Zhu Wu gazed at the anger spreading across the ground where the Double Absolute Sect disciples' corpses lay, and he looked toward Zhang Shan.

"Which captain just popped out of nowhere? Bringing a beast and thinking you can wipe out my Double Absolute Sect?"

Upon hearing he was called a beast, the White Tiger's eyes turned icy for a moment, lowering its body, ready to strike at any time.

Zhang Shan also chuckled: "Old fogey, what are you pretending for? The martial world of Yongning Prefecture has fallen into this state because of you!"

"Damn, is being a Grandmaster all that great? I have a hundred fully armed Embroidered Uniform Guard—enough to kill you? Not enough? Not enough—there's another hundred on the other side of the mountain, plus a captain fiercer than this White Tiger! Enough or not!"

Zhu Wu laughed angrily: "Did I go into seclusion and come out muddled? Or is it that the Grandmaster Realm in Yongning Prefecture's martial world is no longer valued?"

"What a fearless captain! The guy opposite is even fiercer, right? Then I'll kill you first to see what he's made of!"

Having said that, he launched a flying punch at breakneck speed; the White Tiger let out a roar and lunged swiftly, but its speed could not keep up—if compared in strength it's still okay, but in speed the White Tiger falls slightly short.

Watching Zhu Wu already flying punch in front of him, Zhang Shan could barely lift his sword, silently thinking to himself.

"It's over, my life is finished."

Suddenly, Zhang Shan caught a glimpse of a golden gleam at the corner of his eye.

Zhang Shan muttered, "Did my great-grandmother come to pick me up this fast?"

In the blink of an eye, the golden light approached at extreme speed, and Zhu Wu also noticed the anomaly.

"What is it?"

Zhu Wu quickly raised his fist to block in front of him, preparing to resist the golden light with True Qi.

Only see pale red True Qi covering his palm, quickly colliding with the golden light.

In an instant, a huge air burst erupted, but before long, Zhu Wu's face changed, because he found his True Qi could not match the True Qi on the golden light.

His pale red True Qi was being rapidly dismantled.

A hiss sounded!

The golden light tore through the pale red True Qi, pierced his arm, passed through Zhu Wu's chest, and directly pinned him to the stone wall behind.

Zhu Wu's eyes filled with disbelief.

He raised his other hand, wanting to pull out the arrow in his chest, his eyes devoid of fighting spirit; this arrow had already robbed him of his will to fight, and now he only wanted to flee.

But just as he lifted his hand, three more golden streaks sliced through the night sky.

One pinned his arm, the other two nailed his legs to the wall; these four arrows rendered a Master Realm cultivator completely powerless.

At this moment, Zhang Shan also reacted, shouting happily.

"Shen Qing! Awesome! You're really my real dad!"

On Fist Peak.

Shen Qing's Overlord Bow still flowed with golden light, the overbearing True Qi had not yet dissipated, and the Golden Sea Python's roar still echoed.

Su Zhen beside him had his mouth wide open; by now he was almost kneeling to Shen Qing.

At the same time, he admired his daughter's judgment, and rejoiced that he was a daughter's slave; since his daughter said she would ally with Shen Qing, he followed along.

Hey, guess what?

I actually managed to snag it.

Shen Qing casually tossed the Overlord Bow to the scholar, muttering.

"What is this Zhang Shan babbling about?"

Shouting from far away doesn't need True Qi or inner strength; who could hear it? It's awesome, and calling him dad.

Shen Qing lowered his head, looking at Zhu Heng who had just been making a fuss, his voice turning icy: "What are you babbling about again?!"

Zhu Heng's face showed an extremely comical expression, revealing a smile uglier than crying.

"Just joking earlier..."

But before he could finish speaking, his head was slapped away by Shen Qing.

【Congratulations on killing an Innate Realm martial practitioner, looted trait: Fist Master (Blue)】