I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yangqing's figure had already floated away like a ghost!

His movements were completely unexpected. He didn't take a running start, nor did he even lower his body. He simply strolled leisurely towards the horned tiger beast that was pretending to be asleep!

The pace was not fast, but it carried a strange rhythm, as if each step was placed on some point that ordinary people could not understand.

The horned tiger beast, which had been feigning sleep, was startled and suddenly raised its head, its dark yellow eyes flashing with ferocity!
It let out a low, threatening roar, and with all its might, its massive body sprang up like a cannonball, bringing a foul stench, and pounced on the human who dared to trespass into its territory and be so "arrogant"!

It moved so fast that it left a trail of afterimages in the air!
The old miner was so frightened he almost closed his eyes, his mind filled with the gruesome image of flesh and blood flying everywhere.

However, what happened next completely overturned his understanding.

Faced with the ferocious beast that pounced on him, Zhang Yangqing did not even make any obvious dodging movements.

He simply turned slightly to the side, and presented the sharp stone shard in his hand at an angle that seemed casual but was actually extremely mysterious.

There are no fancy move names, no earth-shattering momentum.

Only the simplest and most direct "thorn".

The first "stab"—the tip of the stone shard pierced with unparalleled precision into the tiny, soft membrane gap, barely the size of a fingertip, that had momentarily exposed under the armpit of the horned tiger's forelimb during its attack—reaching directly into a major blood vessel near its heart!
The horned tiger was in excruciating pain, its attack faltered, but its ferocity intensified, and it opened its blood-red maw to bite at Zhang Yangqing's head.

With a flick of his wrist, Zhang Yangqing sent the stone slab flying in a path resembling a gazelle's horns. The second "stab" had arrived, cutting in from the side of the beast's gaping maw, avoiding its fangs, and piercing the weak point where its tongue root and throat connected!

The horned tiger let out a painful roar, swung its head violently, and its sharp horns swept across like heavy hammers.

Instead of retreating, Zhang Yangqing advanced, crouching low to get closer, and delivered his third and fourth thrusts.
In his hands, the ore fragments seemed to transform into the fangs of a living venomous snake, each thrust swift as lightning, cunning and unpredictable, never directly clashing with the power of the horned tiger beast.

Instead, it precisely seeks out the fleeting weaknesses and vulnerabilities in every instance of its exertion of force and every change in movement!
The gap between the eyes and the skull, the carotid artery, the junction of the spine, and the joint ligaments.
"Pfft!"

"laugh!"

"puff!"

A series of soft but chilling sounds of sharp objects piercing flesh rang out.

Zhang Yangqing's figure swayed like a willow catkin amidst the ferocious attacks of the beasts. Each movement perfectly avoided fatal claws and impacts, while the sharp weapon in his hand repeatedly took away the life of the horned tiger beasts.

The whole process took only seven or eight breaths.

When Zhang Yangqing delivered his final thrust, pulling the spike from a bone crevice in the horned tiger beast's nape, drawing a trail of blood, and then lightly stepped back two paces, the once ferocious beast suddenly froze.

The fierce light in its dark yellow beastly eyes quickly dimmed, replaced by an incredulous blankness and deathly stillness.

Its massive body swayed, then crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The seven or eight wounds on his body, which appeared shallow but were all located in vital areas, began to gush blood, quickly staining the rocks beneath him red.

The battle is over.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

The old miner's mouth gaped open, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and he stood frozen in place, his mind blank.

Not only the old miners, but even the lame little mouse that had poked half its head out of Zhang Yangqing's pocket and watched the whole "unequal massacre" was completely frozen at this moment.

Its tiny black bean eyes were filled with utter bewilderment and doubt about its very existence.

What did this two-legged creature just do?
How did that huge thing collapse? This doesn't go against the laws of nature at all!
Logically speaking, shouldn't this two-legged creature be crushed and defeated?

A mouse's limited brain capacity is simply insufficient to comprehend what just happened.

After a long while, the old miner gasped for breath, recovering slightly from the shock. His voice was dry and trembling: "Boss, how did you do that?!"

That was a horned tiger beast that required the combined efforts of all the best members of the Qing Tong family to defeat! How could it be as easy for the boss to kill a chicken?!

Zhang Yangqing had already casually found a relatively clean rock to sit on, picked up a cloth to wipe the bloodstains on the rock, and without even looking up, said casually, "It's just a quick thing."

It's understated yet incredibly powerful!

But this reluctance to explain in detail precisely proves that everything was within his expectations and control, and was not worth mentioning at all.

In an instant, the old miners' awe and worship of Zhang Yangqing reached a new, almost mythical level!

This is beyond impressive; it's simply unfathomable!

He felt that all the so-called "experts" and "charioteers" he had ever met in his life were probably nothing but chickens and dogs in front of his boss!
At this moment, after a brief period of stunned silence, the chat in the Dragon Kingdom's live stream erupted like a volcano:

Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! What did I just see?! Zhang Tianshi is soloing monsters with ore?!
That's it! That's it! That's the taste! When it comes to showing off, you still have to look to Zhang Tianshi! Looking at the other Chosen Ones makes me feel uncomfortable!

A dimensional reduction attack! An absolute dimensional reduction attack! Even with suppressed cultivation, the overwhelming advantage in realm and experience makes killing these low-level demonic beasts a piece of cake!
To give the native inhabitants of the ghost story world a little shock of 'saintly realm'! Zhang Tianshi YYDS!

Some of the comments are correct; Zhang Yangqing is indeed a 'strange creature' who once mastered the realm of a saint.

Even though his cultivation level was vastly different from that of this strange demonic beast, this guy was still just a low-level demonic beast, and he couldn't withstand Zhang Yangqing's extreme attack.

In the world of supernatural tales, Zhang Yangqing no longer needs to give any orders.

The old miner had completely transformed from shock into fervent action, rushing over to begin processing the horned tiger's carcass with such speed and agility that he seemed twenty years younger.

The work involved tasks such as separating the fur, removing the tendons and bones, and removing the internal organs.

He knew exactly which parts contained trace amounts of energy that could aid in cultivation, and which parts were the most delicious and relatively safe.

The lame little mouse also came to its senses. It seemed to think that Zhang Yangqing, its "long-term meal ticket," was too awesome. It also struggled to climb out of the pocket, but its movements were still clumsy, after all, it was a little lame.

The little mouse approached the corpse, trying to help carry away some small pieces of flesh, demonstrating its determination that "Big Brother has brought me along, and I'm useful."

Zhang Yangqing gave half of the demon beast hearts, certain special glands, and several bone materials containing earth-attribute energy to the old miner, which were of some benefit to cultivation.

The old miner was deeply moved as he accepted these "treasures" that he would never have dared to dream of under normal circumstances, and he thanked them repeatedly.

The veteran miners really excelled at preparing the most crucial meat.

He skillfully found several special ores containing fire-attribute energy that could continuously generate heat, piled them together, and ignited them by striking them with a pickaxe—a unique fire-making technique from the underground world.

Soon a small, stable pile of "ore fire" with a moderate temperature was lit.

He skewered large chunks of prepared horned tiger meat onto sharpened skeletons and slowly roasted them over a fire.

Although there is no salt or any seasoning, in the dark underground mine world where people eat spoiled "rice balls" year after year.

Being able to eat freshly roasted monster meat that contains a certain amount of energy, with the sizzling of the fat and the aroma of the meat, is simply an unparalleled delicacy!
The old miner almost burst into tears while eating.

Damn, I finally got to eat meat!
(End of this chapter)