Chapter 70: The One I'm Hitting Is a Grandmaster!

The two elders also realized they had been tricked again, and they turned their heads to look at Shen Qing.

"Lord Shen, is it still timely for me to surrender now? I'm willing to help capture the White Dragon Cult..."

Shen Qing laughed, then took the Overlord Bow from the White Tiger's back.

"First, I have a phobia of idiots; I can't tolerate having people like you idiots in my team."

"Several people who haven't even reached the peak of the Innate Realm promised to help them break through to the Grandmaster Realm?"

"One dares to say it, another dares to believe it."

"Those who can believe such nonsense are truly stupid beyond measure."

"Why recruit such people? Just to cause trouble?"

"Second! What confidence do you have that killing these ants requires your help?"

As his words fell, the Overlord Bow in his hand flashed with fierce golden light, overbearing true qi surged forth, the Golden Sea Python roared, and a golden arrow of light tore through the night sky,

With a bang, a White Dragon Cult member's chest was blown open with a blood hole the size of a head; several other cult members showed terror on their faces, wishing their parents had given them two fewer legs, but could they possibly be faster than Shen Qing's Overlord Bow?

In the next instant, a golden light flashed, and another person's head was directly blown apart.

After that, the two remaining completely gave up struggling, their eyes filled with disbelief.

They knew the gap between themselves and Shen Qing was huge, but they never imagined it could be this vast.

They couldn't even flee.

The two turned and knelt on the ground: "Shen Qing! We surrender! We know the White Dragon Cult's intelligence; we're still useful, don't kill us!"

The only response they got was two golden arrows, which directly turned them into bloody minced flesh.

Before dying, the two had only one thought: "This isn't right; the people of the White Dragon Cult didn't say it like this!"

"Isn't it said that the Embroidered Uniform Guard arrests anyone who bears the White Dragon Cult's likeness? After all, extracting information through interrogation is a merit."

"But why is it different when it comes to Shen Qing?"

"Just playing with two idiots is enough; how did you get addicted to playing?"

Shen Qing's face was full of disdain; "Did these guys even manage to gather any intelligence?"

Even locking them up in the big prison, Shen Qing complained they took up space.

After exhausting themselves interrogating for several days and nights, they painstakingly squeezed out a few melons and dates, yet couldn't even exchange them for half a Precious Medicine.

"What's the point of wasting this effort?"

The two elders stared, mouths agape, their whole bodies trembling; their legs went weak and they actually collapsed straight onto the ground.

Shen Qing lowered his head, looking at the two, his eyes full of disdain.

The two elders were terrified, crying out toward Li Qingshan: "Sect Master, I was just joking with you earlier; how could I possibly betray you?"

"Think back, the days we drank together and fought side by side."

"Quickly tell Lord Shen that we haven't betrayed him."

Shen Qing raised his finger, and overbearing true qi gathered.

At that moment, Li Qingshan spoke: "Lord Shen, can you hand these two over to me? I want to kill them myself!"

Shen Qing glanced at Li Qingshan.

"Having saved your life, scram off to heal your wounds!"

"You picked up a life, and now you want these two lives too? Still trying to have your cake and eat it? Get lost."

Li Qingshan froze for a moment, "Right, what qualifications do I have to ask Shen Qing for this? My life was saved by Shen Qing, yet I'm not grateful and instead make demands."

"I'm really foolish and pitiful."

Li Qingshan gave a bitter laugh, bowed deeply: "Lord Shen, I just had a momentary lapse of judgment."

Shen Qing released two streams of overbearing true qi; the two elders didn't even get a chance to scream before their heads exploded like watermelons.

If Li Qingshan were Shen Qing's subordinate, handing these two over for him to kill wouldn't matter.

But the problem is Li Qingshan isn't; if he killed them, he wouldn't give Shen Qing a word‑drop, so how could Shen Qing possibly let him take the heads?

In other words, for Shen Qing, killing to loot words means becoming stronger, and becoming stronger means surviving.

But if he lets the heads go, he can't kill, so he can't loot words; not looting words equals becoming weak, and becoming weak equals suicide.

Shen Qing would never do such a thing.

【Congratulations on slaying an Innate Realm Martial Artist; looted word: Light Steps (green)】

Hey!

Look, the word dropped, right?

It's still a top‑tier word.

If you let the heads go, won't the word disappear soon?

Shen Qing had no hesitation.

All in!

Consuming four word‑upgrade chances.

Light and Quick Steps (green) upgrades to: Light Steps (blue) upgrades to: Wind‑Stepping Steps (purple) upgrades to: Footwork Master (gold) upgrades to: Swift as Wind (red)

Swift as Wind (red): extreme speed increased, leg power extreme increased.

A phantom flickered, and Shen Qing had already appeared on the White Tiger's back.

"You're the sect master of the Qing Shan Sect? You're a bit foolish, but you're decent; come find me at the Baihu Office tomorrow."

Li Qingshan stared, eyes full of doubt: "When did Shen Qing get onto the White Tiger's back? Just now he was still ahead of me, right?"

Li Qingshan tapped his own head: "Could I have been knocked senseless just now?"

But while Li Qingshan was puzzled, Shen Qing had already ridden the White Tiger eastward.

Li Qingshan seemed to think of something and hurriedly shouted.

Lord Shen! Please wait! Over there a few grandmasters are fighting, don't go over!

In the blink of an eye, Shen Qing riding the White Tiger had already vanished into the night, leaving only a wild voice echoing in the night sky.

Grandmaster?

They're fighting grandmasters!

Pacification Office.

This is a battlefield of five grandmaster-realm fighters; the huge true qi fluctuations turned half of the Pacification Office into ruined wreckage.

Amid the ruins, true qi streaks occasionally tore through the Pacification Office.

An iron chain flew through the air, trailing a faint gray light, its power immensely strong.

But the bare-chested man opposite had a grim expression; facing the iron chain he did not dodge or avoid, a faint yellow light flowing over his body, and he actually threw a punch at that chain.

Only a bang was heard, and a huge cloud of dust burst forth.

But there was smoke without injury.

The man walked out of the dust; he was Zhou Hu, the Copper Mud Body, and he saw Lu Tong's face full of smiles.

"Hun Tie Suo, Lu Tong? That's all!"

Hun Tie Suo is Lu Tong's nickname.

Lu Tong retracted the iron chain, his face somewhat pale, and there was a deep wound visible to the bone at his waist and abdomen; this was not inflicted by Zhou Hu, but by a sneak attack from another grandmaster-realm expert, otherwise it wouldn't be so bad.

However, Lu Tong looked at the intense fluctuations erupting deep in the Pacification Office, where Qin Chuan was fighting two opponents, and he needed to hurry to help.

Lu Tong gritted his teeth: "Come again!"

But each time he swung the iron chain, the wound at his waist and abdomen caused him immense pain.

As the battle went on, Lu Tong's speed grew slower and slower.

Finally, unable to dodge in time, he was struck directly by Zhou Hu's elbow, hitting his chest.

With a bang, Lu Tong was sent flying tens of meters, crashing heavily among the ruins, blood continuously spilling from his mouth.

Zhou Hu walked over slowly, crouched beside Lu Tong, and did not deal a finishing blow.

"Lu Tong, Lu Tong, we've been fighting since the Innate Realm, right?"

"We've fought all the way to the Grandmaster Realm, and I never expected to win in the end."

Lu Tong spat out a mouthful of blood: "If it weren't for my sneak attack, how could you have a chance?"

Zhou Hu smiled: "This is life; ultimately, whoever survives is the winner."

"In short!"

"Southern Copper Mud Body, I yield!"

Having said that, Zhou Hu lifted his foot and stepped toward Lu Tong's head.

But just at that moment.

A palm appeared in the air, directly pressing onto Zhou Hu's head, sending him flying sideways.

Shen Qing's clear, cold voice echoed in the air.

"I yield your horse, I yield?"