Chapter 9: Blood Splattered in the Ximen Mansion

However, what made Ximen unbelievable was that Zhang Jie, who was addicted to the jade pendant,

actually took his punch that he was bound to win.

"Good fist technique!"

Zhang Jie felt the great force transmitted from his palm that made his figure move slightly, and couldn't help but sigh.

You know, his strength is shared from the person who can really lift a tripod in the Yitian world,

placed in the Water Margin world, that is the rebirth of the Overlord.

The wealthy Ximen could make Zhang Jie's figure shake slightly,

which shows that although he indulged in wine, sex, wealth, and anger, he was not hollowed out, and his martial arts had not fallen behind.

Of course, it is also possible that the wealthy Ximen insisted on exercising to better indulge in wine and sex.

After all, without a good body, how can he handle his one wife and five concubines who are like wolves and tigers?

And the wealthy Ximen's cannon fist is deeply in line with the true meaning of "both hands wrapped and turned from the heart,

the liver is originally assisted by fire, and the fire is pure. Slanting and walking straight, changing at will, the operation of the universe is true."

Even in the Yitian world with internal strength, as long as he practices an internal skill,

I am afraid he can also break out titles such as "Fist Town Yanggu."

If this wealthy Ximen goes to Liang Shan, maybe he can really get the title of Heavenly Licentious Star.

I don't know which one of the thirty-six Heavenly Spirits he will squeeze out?

"How is this possible?"

Ximen, who returned without success, muttered to himself in disbelief.

It's not that he didn't think that Zhang Jie could take his punch,

but he didn't expect Zhang Jie to take this punch so easily.

Such an expert, why come to make things difficult for him, a small Ximen?

Such an expert, even in Bianjing, would definitely be a guest of honor for the princes and ministers!

"Wealthy Ximen, you punched once, you also take a palm from me!"

Zhang Jie didn't care about the wealthy Ximen whose thoughts were turning back and forth in his heart.

He gave a light drink, operated his internal strength, and his palm, which was originally pale because of his weak physique,

seemed to turn pure white at this moment, and slowly slapped towards Ximen.

"Damn it!"

Ximen roared in his heart.

In Dai An's eyes, it was a light and slow palm, but in his eyes,

Zhang Jie's palm was like a palm print waved by a giant god in the sky.

This palm blocked all his dodging space, making him unable to dodge, and he could only block hard!

Ximen, who could not dodge, could only cross his arms in front of him, trying his best to defend.

"Crack!"

Zhang Jie's palm collapsed Ximen's defense with the force of a withered tree.

In the crisp crack sound, Ximen's arms bent into

a V-shape that normal, healthy arms could not bend no matter what.

Obviously, his arms were broken by Zhang Jie with one palm.

There were forest-white bone spurs exposed from the broken parts of Ximen's arms,

and the star-like, uneven burrs were clearly visible.

Zhang Jie was not surprised by this result:

Yitian Zhang Jie's patriarch was the founder of the Wudang Sect who made the Shaolin monks shout "If everyone swarmed up,

Zhang Zhenren couldn't kill everyone in the Six Sects," and was the Sanfeng Zhenren who swept away demons in a cycle of sixty years.

His master was the second disciple of Sanfeng Zhenren, and his martial arts were the highest among all brothers;

he created the "Tiger Claw Absolute Hand," and later obtained the true transmission of "Taiji Fist,"

at the Lion-Slaying Conference, he used the palm-heart force of Taiji Fist to catch two thunder fire bombs,

broke the Nine Yin Bone Claw and severely injured Song Qingshu, showing his superb martial arts, Yu Lianzhou, the second hero of Wudang.

And Yitian Zhang Jie was also gifted, a peerless fierce general who could lift a tripod.

With the blessing of these three, it is a normal thing for Zhang Jie to defeat Ximen with the force of a withered tree,

after all, for the wealthy Ximen, he is directly a dimensionality reduction strike.

It would be strange if he fought Ximen for three hundred rounds without winning or losing, or was defeated by Ximen.

"Ah! My hands!"

Ximen, who was knocked to the ground, felt an unbearable pain rushing to his brain,

every cell in his brain was wailing in pain, and he wailed while holding his broken hands.

And what satisfied Zhang Jie was that the soundproofing effect of the wealthy Ximen's side room was really good,

and his heart-piercing wails didn't spread much.

Of course, it is also possible that the wealthy Ximen did it on purpose:

He just wanted to play side room play with Dai An!

I think he didn't play less with his wives and concubines in the side room on weekdays.

"This, this~ what happened?"

Dai An, who was standing in the corner of the side room, was confused.

Didn't they talk well just now?

How did it suddenly become the wealthy Ximen wanting to sneak attack the black-clothed man,

then the black-clothed man easily took the wealthy Ximen's sneak attack,

and finally the black-clothed man broke the wealthy Ximen's arms with a light palm?

The things that happened between the rabbit's rise and the falcon's fall almost burned his CPU.

Dai An: I know you city people play fancy, but I didn't think you played so fancy~

The city routine is deep, I want to go back to the countryside...

"Wealthy Ximen, you make it very difficult for me!

Tell me, how should I deal with you?"

Zhang Jie looked down at Ximen from a high position.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!

I am willing to give you all my wealth!"

Ximen, whose arms were broken, could no longer maintain his dignity as a wealthy official, and knelt on the ground and begged for mercy repeatedly.

From Zhang Jie's martial arts value, which was far higher than his, he knew that Zhang Jie was an enemy that could not be resisted.

Even if all the slaves in the house were gathered, it wouldn't work!

As for waiting for the government to receive the report, and waiting for the county lieutenant to bring the fully armed county soldiers?

Not to mention whether those county soldiers who only know how to eat, take, and ask, and are old, weak, sick, and disabled,

still have any combat effectiveness, and whether they can encircle and suppress this black-clothed fierce man.

Just the time it takes for the county soldiers to come is enough for the black-clothed man to kill his whole family,

and then search and leave!

He is still young, he still has a lot of good days, he still has so many wives and concubines to take care of,

he still has so much money that he hasn't spent,

he hasn't enjoyed enough of this flowery world, he doesn't want to die yet!

Now, the only way is to lose money to save his life.

As long as he is still alive, he is still the wealthy Ximen who is famous in Yanggu County!

"Confused!

If I kill you, isn't all that money still mine?"

Zhang Jie said with interest.

"I still have some gold and silver treasures hidden in the secret room.

If you kill me, you will definitely not find those places!

I can tell you where all my money is hidden, as long as you can spare my life."

Ximen moved out another bargaining chip to save his life.

"Secret room?

Isn't there another insider here?"

Zhang Jie pointed to Dai An, who was standing in the corner and didn't dare to move.

"My lord, my lord, I know the location of the secret room.

I am willing to tell you all these news, just ask you to spare my life."

Dai An, who was pointed at, crawled and knelt in front of Zhang Jie.

"Dai An! Do you dare to betray me?"

Hearing this, Ximen was furious.

At this moment, the pain of the broken arm was suppressed by the anger that kept rising in his heart.

In the Ximen family, he, Ximen, has always been the master who dominates everything and speaks his words,

and no slave has ever dared to disobey his orders!

Dai An glanced at Ximen, who was embarrassed and like a dog in the family, and his words were disdainful:

"Wealthy Ximen, I am just a person who knows the current affairs is a hero."

Wealthy Ximen?

Hearing this address, Ximen only felt a fire rushing to his forehead.

These slaves in the Ximen family must call him "Father" to show obedience!

"You damn dog slave!"

Ximen put Zhang Jie's threat and the pain of the broken arm behind his head for a while,

stumbled and stood up, wanting to beat Dai An.

"Do you think you are still the wealthy Ximen?

Do you think you are still our father?"

Dai An kicked Ximen, whose arms were broken, to the ground.

His words were full of undisguised pleasure:

Everyone is a person, why is Ximen a high-ranking master?

And he, Dai An, is a slave who bows and scrapes all day long?

And he even has to call a man who has no blood relationship with him Father?

Even when this beast's desire rises, he has to obediently offer his back door?

He never felt that this was pleasant, he only felt disgusted!

"Clap clap clap! What a dog biting dog."

Zhang Jie, who witnessed this ridiculous scene, couldn't help but applaud.

"My lord, I don't know what your decision is?"

Dai An didn't dare to refute Zhang Jie's sarcasm that they were dogs,

and could only kneel and look up at Zhang Jie, looking at him with hopeful eyes.

Even the furious wealthy Ximen came back to his senses,

knowing that his little life was still pinched in the hands of this black-clothed fierce man, and didn't dare to act rashly again.

"My decision is..."

As Zhang Jie spoke slowly, the hearts of Ximen and Dai An were raised to their throats.

"My answer is, you all have to die!"

Zhang Jie's eyes were fierce.

"My lord, my lord, why?

Killing us, you won't get anything!"

Dai An asked with a dead heart.

"Why?"

Zhang Jie couldn't help but think of the clerks and instructors who died under the collusion of Dai An, Ximen, and the bandits;

thinking of their bloody, missing arms and legs, broken corpses;

thinking of their families who were heartbroken, crying heart-rendingly, and almost fainting.

To this day, the bloody scene often appears before his eyes,

and the heart-rending crying still lingers in his ears!

Thinking of the excitement, Zhang Jie tore off his mask:

"Now you know why, right?"

"You, you, are you Zhang Jie, the sickly person of the Zhang family?"

Ximen looked at Zhang Jie's pale but familiar face, his words full of disbelief.

"Impossible, impossible!"

Dai An, who was also in disbelief, muttered to himself.

"Kill us..."

Knowing that it was difficult to escape today, Ximen hardened his heart and was about to shout Zhang Jie's name loudly.

Even if he, Ximen, dies, he must pull Zhang Jie to accompany him!

"Bang!"

Zhang Jie, who had been guarding against this move, shot a stone the size of a ping-pong ball into his mouth with great force when Ximen opened his mouth to shout the first word.

"Woo woo~"

Ximen's mouth suffered a heavy blow, his plan was instantly aborted,

and he spat out several bloody teeth.

"Retribution, retribution!"

Dai An, who was young and whose conscience had not yet been completely extinguished, had a dead heart and muttered to himself.

He seemed to have been greatly stimulated and had gone crazy.

"Crazy or not, you have to die!"

Zhang Jie walked quickly to the two of them, raised his internal strength, and gave each of them a palm on the top of their heads.

Between the swallowing and spitting of internal strength, the brains of the two instantly turned into real brains,

and suspicious white liquid flowed out from the seven orifices such as the mouth, ears, and nose.

Zhang Jie looked at the dead bodies of the two,

not only did he not have the nausea and desire to vomit of killing someone for the first time in the legend,

but he felt exceptionally comfortable, as if a bad breath that had been held for ten or twenty years had finally been spit out! ===== CHAPTER 10 =====

Zhang Jie looked at the two corpses that had died with their eyes wide open,

and not only did he not feel the nausea or urge to vomit that legends say come with killing someone for the first time,

but he actually felt exceptionally refreshed, as if a foul breath he had been holding in for ten or twenty years had finally been exhaled!