Chapter 65: Don

Shen Qing's Splitting Mountain Fist arrived with a sound; Zhu Yuan, still airborne, was blasted upward and then swiftly crashed to the ground.

But before he landed, he saw Shen Qing standing directly below, gathering his Splitting Mountain Fist, waiting for him.

Now, Zhu Yuan's mind held only Zhang Shan's words.

"Shen Qing will kill me in three punches."

In the next instant, Shen Qing's Splitting Mountain Fist erupted; the power of this punch was so great that its sound echoed through half of West City of Luoshui, and even above the Hundred Households Office it blasted out a shockwave.

And Zhu Yuan's figure completely vanished, turning into a mist of blood filling the sky.

Except for the three people right in the middle who could remain seated, everyone else was thrown sideways by the shockwave.

Everyone was stunned.

"You said three punches, and really it was just three punches? You wouldn't even give an extra one?"

This is too brutal.

Just then, a dark shape fell from the air—it was a wild goose stunned by the shockwave.

Shen Qing reached out, a surge of true qi gushed out, gently holding the goose.

Afterward, Shen Qing turned and looked toward the fighting platform.

"Next, which of you wants to give it a try?"

Xu Lin immediately lowered his head; he is indeed a Gold-clad Constable, but his strength is only third level of the Master Realm, not much stronger than Zhu Yuan.

If he dared to step onto the platform, there would be one more person destined to die.

Shen Qing then turned his gaze to the other constables; without exception, none dared to meet his eyes, all lowering their heads like ostriches.

Until Zhang Mo, who stared straight back at Shen Qing.

"Shen Qing! We're all working for the court! Aren't you being too ruthless? Can't you show a little mercy?"

As soon as he said that, everyone was dumbfounded.

Good grief! Advising mercy in a life‑and‑death fight?

Moreover, Shen Qing had just used violent means to kill a Master‑Realm cultivator, obviously not satisfied yet—how could someone jump out now like this?

Zhang Shan directly reached out and touched a Silver‑clad Constable nearby.

"Is Zhang Mo always this bold?"

The Silver‑clad Constable's voice was like a mosquito's.

"I'm not acquainted with him anymore, really not—don't ask me, I beg you."

Shen Qing's expression remained calm; a surge of true qi carried the goose to the side of the ground, then he stepped forward, his form vanishing from the spot and reappearing before Zhang Mo.

"This is a life‑and‑death fight, you playing house? If you're not convinced, let's settle it on the platform."

Shen Qing grabbed Zhang Mo's collar and dragged him onto the platform.

Zhang Mo's face completely changed: "Shen Qing! What are you doing? I haven't signed a life‑and‑death contract with you!"

"Let me go! Let go!"

But his struggle was as feeble as a baby's; Shen Qing's hand clamped onto him like an iron vise.

Zhang Mo turned his gaze toward Xu Lin and the others.

"Xu Lin! Save me, save me!"

However, Xu Lin and the others dared not meet his gaze.

Zhang Mo shouted again: "Shen Qing! You can't kill me! My father is Prince Dong Ling—if you kill me, he won't let you off!"

Shen Qing snorted: "Prince Dong Ling? Please, find a stronger backer if you're going to rely on one—what trash is the Prince of Dong Ling?"

Upon hearing this, the members of the Six Gates lowered their heads even further.

Zhang Mo was also stunned; this was the first time in his travels that someone had refused to give his father face.

At that moment, seeing Xu Lin and the others dodging his gaze and Shen Qing's attitude, he seemed to suddenly mature, as if he had come to understand something.

The world is vast; there will always be those who do not fear Prince Dong Ling, while Xu Lin and the others merely value his father's influence—when trouble arises, they won't lift a finger for him.

Zhang Mo's tone softened completely.

"Shen Qing, I was wrong, I truly submit, I will never be insolent again."

Shen Qing snorted, seized Zhang Mo's collar and smashed him onto the floor in front of Xu Lin, cracking the floorboards with several fissures.

This blow broke several of Zhang Mo's bones, but at least he survived.

"You admitted fault quickly enough—next time you're insolent, I'll rip out your tongue and feed it to the dogs."

Upon hearing those words, Zhang Mo's eyes rolled back and he fainted outright.

Xu Lin and the others still dared not meet Shen Qing's gaze; Shen Qing said coldly.

"Xu Lin, do you still think I lack manners?"

Xu Lin shook his head.

Shen Qing walked unhurriedly toward the Six Gates people; the mighty aura unique to the Master Realm burst forth, the overbearing true qi's pressure left them gasping, even Xu Lin's forehead beaded with sweat.

"Now I'll give you a lesson: for me to respect you, you must first respect me."

"If you can't figure out your place and still provoke me, you'd better be ready to face the consequences."

"Now, do you know what to do?"

Xu Lin's throat dry, he nodded: "I know..."

"You know it—why aren't you leaving? Do you want me to escort you out personally?"

Xu Lin and the others shuddered.

"No, no, we'll leave right away, right away!"

A group hauled Zhang Mo up from the ground and, in a panicked rush, ran toward the outside of the Hundred Households Office.

Afterward, Qin Chuan dispatched the other constables, then glanced at Shen Qing with some worry.

Shen Qing, it's satisfying, but this Zhang Mo is after all the son of the Dongling King—what if he takes revenge?

Shen Qing waved his hand: "Even if you gave them ten times the courage, they wouldn't dare."

Shen Qing's innate six senses could tell that Zhang Mo was genuinely convinced; thereafter he probably wouldn't even have the guts to speak loudly to Shen Qing.

And he indeed had no intention of taking revenge; upon waking, he didn't even bid farewell to Xu Lin and the others, leaving Luoshui City alone.

As for the Dongling King's side, when he first heard his son had been beaten, he was truly furious, charging out of Dongling Mountain intending to come to Yongning Commandery to confront Shen Qing.

But having left Dongling Mountain less than an hour, he returned to Dongling Mountain with a slight injury on his face, yet his eyes were exceptionally clear.

Shortly afterward he announced that Dongling Mountain would be closed off immediately, and he would enter seclusion.

No one should look for him within ten years; just treat him as dead.

In the East City of Luoshui City lies an inn.

After the White Dragon Sect's stronghold was uprooted a month earlier, they swiftly erected a new base in Yongning Commandery.

And this inn is one of their meeting points.

A crowd of White Dragon Sect followers gathered here, the lowest among them being at the Innate Realm.

They intend to take revenge on the Embroidered Uniform Guard, avenging the loss of their previous stronghold.

The leading man, his voice low, said: "This time we haven't shown any flaws, have we?"

The man glanced around, satisfied, and nodded.

"Our operation this time is simple: we just want to take revenge."

"Wipe out the Embroidered Uniform Guard of Luoshui City in one fell swoop, while at the fastest speed looting treasures, manuals, gold and silver."

A follower spoke: "It was supposed to be simple, but Wei Jing that idiot exposed himself, and Qin Chuan and Lu Tong have already returned to Luoshui City early—what do we do?"

The man waved his hand: "No need to worry; the sect has already sent three Grandmaster Realm experts to assist, enough to kill Qin Chuan and Lu Tong together."

"Our mission is those Company Commanders, the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and the city garrison soldiers."

Everyone nodded; that made sense.

Suddenly a follower said: "You guys aren't forgetting something, are you?"

Everyone turned their gaze to him; he paused, then continued speaking.

"West City—what about West City? Who's going to deal with him?"

The room fell silent at once, the air grew chilly; indeed, what about West City?

"West City is Shen Qing's turf—just looking at his battle record almost makes them suffocate."

"Are we supposed to go fight Shen Qing?"

"Don't joke."

"That's like an old man eating arsenic—aren't you tired of living?"

Seeing everyone silent, the follower continued speaking.

"Moreover, don't you have a feeling?"

"Don't you feel Shen Qing has become increasingly ruthless lately?"