Chapter 120: What Kind of Monster Are You?!

Indeed, these youngsters have undergone ample training.

But they are accustomed to sparring within their sect and lack real combat experience; facing the full arsenal of Quanxing demons, they still cling to the naive notion of injuring without killing…

Naive, far too naive!

He Jingfeng shook his head, thinking such children ought to be sent to the Youmingge for proper trials.

Within a year, he guaranteed he could return to Tangmen a true, hardened assassin.

Just as He Jingfeng thought this, Tang Miaoxing, enveloped in a pale purple toxin barrier, roared at the crowd: “Everyone who hasn’t cultivated a toxin barrier, leave now!”

“The rest of you, deal with the other Quanxing—leave the corpse demon to me!”

The Tangmen disciples exchanged glances and immediately shifted their attacks toward the others.

Seeing this, Tang Miaoxing finally exhaled in relief and faced Tu Junfang alone.

Tu Junfang smirked, using his Three Corpses to block the swift strikes while laughing lightly: “Grandmaster Tang, do you really think blocking me alone will spare them from the corpse demon’s attack?”

“Let me remind you—Quanxing doesn’t follow your orthodox rules.”

“If I’m in the mood, even my core cultivation method isn’t beyond sharing…”

Does that mean others have learned the Three Corpses technique?!

Tang Miaoxing’s pupils contracted sharply, a foreboding dread surging in his chest.

The next instant, thick black qi erupted from the nearby battlefield.

Two corpse demons, far more violent than Tu Junfang’s, surged forth and charged toward the surrounding Tangmen disciples.

In an instant, at least three Tangmen disciples were swallowed by the black qi, completely enveloped.

Zhang Chulan stared wide-eyed at the boy controlling the corpse demons.

“Lu Liang?!”

“He can control the Three Corpses too?!”

This is bad—Tangmen disciples exposed to corpse poison will be crippled, escalating the situation, possibly triggering an all-out war between Tangmen and Quanxing!

Zhang Chulan groaned inwardly.

At that moment, He Jingfeng beside him muttered to himself:

“I’ve seen enough—it’s time to show myself.”

“…”

Zhang Chulan froze, quickly saying: “Lord He, you—”

He Jingfeng glanced at him: “Don’t worry. With me here, it won’t escalate that far. Besides, I came here specifically to negotiate with Tangmen—why would I let these kids get hurt?”

Before he finished speaking, cries of shock erupted from the battlefield below.

Zhang Chulan turned sharply and looked down: the black qi Chanrao ing the Tangmen disciples was torn apart by a black iron spike. A tall, slender black-clad figure emerged within the mist, standing motionless, spike in hand.

As for the three disciples swallowed by the black qi—they had vanished entirely!

“When?!”

Zhang Chulan’s eyes darted frantically around, soon spotting their figures.

The three Tangmen disciples now stood beneath a distant tree, staring blankly at the black-clad man before them.

Clearly, this mysterious black-clad man had rescued them before the black qi could claim them.

And from his all-black attire and the black iron spike in hand, he must be the companion of the one in the black qi!

“Incredible speed!”

“I didn’t sense a thing!”

Zhang Chulan was inwardly stunned, stealing a glance at He Jingfeng, beginning to suspect the identities of these two.

Simultaneously, others below also cried out—some in relief at their comrades’ rescue, others in shock at the third party’s appearance.

Among them, Lu Liang, the one controlling the corpse demons, was the most stunned.

He wasn’t shocked by the black-clad man’s speed—he was stunned that the man was completely unaffected by the Three Corpses!

How is that possible?!

Could these two mysterious black-clad men both be those who have severed the Three Corpses?!

“Puch—”

As Lu Liang reeled in shock, an iron spike pierced his shoulder.

Blood streamed down his arm as the spike was withdrawn, bringing searing pain.

“There’s a third person?!”

Lu Liang gasped, whirling around, gritting his teeth, and extending his arm toward the black-clad man behind him.

He suspected the Three Corpses were useless against these men, so he switched to his true strength—Ming Hun Shu, or the Blue Hand of the Double Complete Technique!

In an instant, a glowing blue light coalesced into a hand, lashing toward the black-clad man’s forehead.

The next second, the blue hand passed straight through the man’s skull.

Yet the black-clad man remained expressionless, as if he hadn’t noticed at all, continuing his swing without pause.

“Puch! Puch!”

Sounds of flesh and bone being pierced rang out simultaneously.

The black-clad man ignored the blue hand passing through his head, driving his iron spike through Lu Liang’s joints, spraying blood in all directions until Lu Liang collapsed to his knees, legs useless.

“What?!”

“Even the Double Complete Technique doesn’t work?!”

Lu Liang’s pupils shrank violently, overwhelmed by a shock deeper than before.

At the same moment, two other figures silently appeared on the battlefield.

One appeared behind Liao Guangtou, his unknown-material iron spike easily shattering the Golden Bell Shield on his skin, piercing through his qi-charged muscles and rendering all four limbs useless—he collapsed heavily to the ground.

The last one appeared beside Jin Feng’s grandmother, delivering a palm-strike that knocked her unconscious, then, as Xia Liuqing roared in fury, drove his iron spike through his palm, snatching off the shimmering Divine Mask, and kicked him unconscious.

In mere seconds, every Quanxing member except Tu Junfang was rendered combat-capable.

The Tangmen disciples stared in shock at the five suddenly appearing black-clad men, Buganqingjuwangdong .

Tang Miaoxing and Tu Junfang, locked in stalemate, both broke off combat and stepped apart.

“Who are you?”

Tang Miaoxing stared grimly at the nearest black-clad man: “Why have you infiltrated Tangmen?!”

The black-clad man said nothing, merely grabbed the collars of Jin Feng and Xia Liuqing and tossed them at Tang Miaoxing’s feet.

Similarly, two other black-clad men seized Lu Liang and Liao Guangtou and delivered them to nearby Tangmen disciples.

Thud. Lu Liang’s body slammed into the ground, pain flaring anew.

But he seemed utterly unconcerned—his brown eyes remained fixed on the black-clad man, filled with shock and confusion.

He had just realized—the sensation of his Blue Hand had been profoundly strange.

It wasn’t that the Double Complete Technique failed against him—it was that this man had no soul at all.

But how could that be?!

How could a human have no soul?

Lu Liang held back, held back—then couldn’t hold back any longer, blurting out:

“What kind of monster are you?!”

The black-clad man paid no heed to Lu Liang’s reaction, merely pointed at the two figures at his feet, then turned and walked away, spike in hand.

“…”

The Tangmen disciples exchanged glances, murmured hesitant thanks, then cautiously moved forward to secure the two.

Meanwhile, He Jingfeng leapt down from the treetop, landing lightly and walking calmly toward them.

As he passed the black-clad men, they stepped aside, spike in hand, falling into silent formation behind him.

Seeing this, everyone understood—the last to appear, the suited young man, was the true master.

“Master Tang, I’ve long admired your name!”

He Jingfeng stepped before the grim-faced Tang Miaoxing, smiling and extending his hand: “First meeting, no gift prepared—but I happened upon these Quanxing thugs. I took the liberty of ordering my men to capture them alive and present them to you as a token.”

“I wonder, Master Tang—do you find it satisfactory?”

He Jingfeng spoke casually, as if these Quanxing elites meant nothing.

Tang Miaoxing’s heart sank—he realized this third group of intruders might be even more dangerous than Quanxing…

After a moment’s thought, he glanced at Jin Feng and Xia Liuqing at his feet and said coolly: “Presenting Quanxing as a gift? I am very satisfied.”

“As the saying goes, to receive without reciprocating is impolite. You’ve given Tangmen such a grand gift—we must return the courtesy. Please, tell me your name and origin, so I know whom to thank.”

He Jingfeng smiled: “Master Tang, you’re too kind. I am He Jingfeng, head of the Youmingge . I came uninvited, for matters requiring your discussion.”

Head of the Youmingge ?!

Tang Miaoxing froze, then stared at He Jingfeng with grave seriousness.

Though Tangmen was reclusive, recent disturbances among the cultivators had made it impossible to ignore major powers—and they were certainly one.

As Master of Tangmen, Tang Miaoxing had heard of the Youmingge .

A powerful force with international influence, rumored to cooperate with the Company, even the Ten Elders and Board members treated them with caution…

Realizing this, Tang Miaoxing gripped He Jingfeng’s hand tightly and said solemnly: “So you are Lord He!”

“For a man of your stature to personally visit Tangmen—I am deeply honored.”

“But may I ask—what matter do you wish to discuss with Tangmen?”

He Jingfeng laughed, shaking his head: “Don’t rush. We should speak where we can speak properly.”

“Besides—I haven’t finished delivering my gift yet…”

Saying this, He Jing glanced at Tu Junfang, the only one still standing, and said coolly, “Isn’t there still one left here!”

(End of Chapter)