Turbid World: Martial Arts Master of the Republic of China Era, I Cultivate Immortality!

Despite his cursing, Fu Lie had no intention of fighting again. The reason was simple: it was too strange. Zhao Zheng, who was only at the initial stage of martial arts, had fought him to a draw.

And they've even started to subtly suppress him!

He knew that realm did not represent strength, and that strength was constructed from a series of factors such as techniques and weapons.

But the situation was too bizarre. He was actually being overwhelmed by a seventh-rank martial artist. Who would believe it if word got out?

Even setting aside Zhao Zheng's strength in fighting a seventh-grade opponent while only at the ninth-grade level, just mentioning Zhao Zheng's various bizarre methods and his attitude of ignoring pain filled Fu Lie with indescribable fear.

"You, a seventh-rank martial artist, attacking a ninth-rank martial artist like me, and you call that despicable?"

Zhao Zheng laughed. He had seen shameless people before, but never anyone this shameless. The other party actually had the nerve to call him despicable.

bang——

A gunshot rang out, and Fu Lie's figure shifted sideways and then retreated at lightning speed. However, he still looked at his left shoulder, which had been shot, with a pained expression. He pointed at Zhao Zheng with a finger, trembling with anger.

"You...you...you...you..."

"That's what you call despicable!"

Zhao Zheng chuckled as he put away the completely empty box gun, inwardly marveling at how quickly the other party had reacted.

As for despicable

LOL, does he even care about that?!

"snort!"

Fu Lie gave a cold snort with an ugly expression. Instead of immediately attacking Zhao Zheng, he forced an ugly smile onto his face.

"I'll ask you one last time: do you agree to submit to me and become my slave... my subordinate? If you agree, I will forgive and forget what you just did!"

Fu Lie tried his best to be amicable, and he decided that as soon as he saw that official, he would have that official kill Zhao Zheng to eliminate any future troubles.

Zhao Zheng frowned, looking at the other person with the expression of an old man on the subway with his phone in hand. After thinking for a moment, he made a gesture. He couldn't find the words to describe his feelings at that moment.

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"You...you're going to have to suffer the consequences!"

Fu Lie looked at Zhao Zheng's gesture. Although he didn't understand its specific meaning, he sensed a strong sense of mockery.

His face grew even uglier, and he was breathing heavily through his nostrils. His right hand swiftly pulled a small blue flag from behind his back.

The blue flag was no longer than a hand, and its surface was painted with strange dark red talismans that looked eerie. However, they were not Taoist, but rather from Tantric Buddhism, making it difficult to see clearly. The flagpole itself looked as if it were made of some kind of bone.

Zhao Zheng frowned as he looked at the flagpole. He made a grasping motion with his left hand again, and the Tai'a Sword materialized in his hand once more. His right hand then rested on the hilt of the sword.

"This is the Soul-Devouring Banner, containing twelve evil spirits born in the yin year and yin month and died on the yin hour and yin day. If you know what's good for you, submit to me; otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless..."

Fu Lie said with a ferocious expression, but what greeted him was not Zhao Zheng's words, but the dazzling golden light that shone again, making him feel dizzy with the golden light and sword light!

With a clang, a flash of cold light appeared!

"You're asking for it!"

Fu Lie cursed angrily, his right hand waving the Soul-Devouring Flag. He silently chanted an incantation, and with a surge of magic power within his body, black mist billowed from the Soul-Devouring Flag, and twelve ghastly green streams of light flew out, transforming into ugly demons that pounced on Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zheng did not retreat, nor was he frightened by the ugly and evil appearances of these demons. He just glanced at the newly displayed rank and the corresponding cultivation technique on the panel with a strange look.

[Approaching the Ninth Rank, Right Judge of the Fengdu General Records Office]

[The Seven Chapters of Secret Refinement of the Black Laws of Fengdu (Completed)]

"It's not the Heavenly Canopy Divine Mantra anymore? Well, how could the Northern Emperor Sect only have one kind of technique..." Zhao Zheng muttered to himself.

He changed the direction of his sword, slashing at the twelve evil spirits while simultaneously activating the perfected state of the Seven Chapters of Fengdu Black Law.

Almost at the same moment, an aura of domineering divine power, capable of subduing all spirits and causing demons to bow in submission, and a chilling killing intent emerged from Zhao Zheng.

Swish! Swish! Swish—

From the cracks in the ground caused by the sudden splitting of Yin energy, phantoms of dark red rust-covered chains—no, they should be described as black chains covered in dried blood—emerged from the ground, chains that came from Fengdu Hell.

The chains from Fengdu Hell appeared with an aura of annihilation, causing all ghosts to tremble in shame as they attacked the evil spirits.

But the demons, at the very moment these chains appeared, had already lost their flight, falling to the ground, trembling and cowering, begging for mercy.

This scene left Fu Lie dumbfounded. He watched as the chains instantly strung together the twelve demons into a candied hawthorn skewer, which was then thrust towards Zhao Zheng's longsword.

Swah——

Sword light flashed across the sky, and ghost heads fell one by one, collapsing along with their souls and bodies, leaving them in a state of utter annihilation.

"No!"

Because the evil spirit died, the banner cracked open with a snap, and Fulye, suffering a backlash from the magical artifact, turned pale and then flushed.

puff--

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and Fu Lie, his face filled with terror and anger, said, "Bo Xing, you fucking ripped me off!"

Despite his cursing, Fu Lie watched as Zhao Zheng charged at him with undiminished momentum, sword in hand. He retreated, having lost all will to fight, but as soon as he retreated, his foot slipped.

Fu Lie stumbled, and by the time he regained his footing and tried to escape again, it was too late.

Swah——

A long sword flashed across the sky, its cold light gleaming. The sound of the sharp weapon slicing through flesh and severing bones rang out along with a pillar of blood shooting into the sky.

Fullie felt a sudden dizziness, and then he saw a headless corpse, his headless corpse.

And... a few patches of ground reflecting light under the moon, now freed from the clouds.

Some ground with frost marks!

It's only August!

A look of confusion crossed Fullie's eyes. Before his vision went dark, he noticed some frost marks on his body.

Upon seeing the watermarks on the ground where Zhao Zheng had stepped, he understood in an instant. However, he couldn't comprehend how a person could scheme to such an extent... Was the other person even human?

The sounds of sharp weapons piercing flesh rang out again and again. Zhao Zheng was making sure that his opponent didn't have a naturally occurring heart on the left side.

And what if the brain is located in the calf, or what if the other party isn't human? So he used the Tai'a sword to stab the other party's corpse dozens of times, especially the other party's head.

Okay, I won't lie anymore.

He admitted that he was angry!

Even though his talent and ability to endure hardship kept Zhao Zheng's emotions calm, he still remembered some events from his past life when he saw the other person.

Taking two deep breaths, Zhao Zheng calmed himself down and looked at a dazed soul that had emerged from Fu Lie's corpse.

Fu Lie's soul!

Swah——

The pure Yang magic power and the divine power of the demon-slaying incantation taught to me by Laozi were combined and shone on the Tai'a Magic Sword.

Then, with precise strokes, he struck Fu Lie's dazed and confused soul. Zhao Zheng looked expressionlessly at Fu Lie, who couldn't even be a ghost anymore, and said, "Fu Lie's soul has been scattered."

"Killing you doesn't seem to require a reason!"

Zhao Zheng casually recited what the other party had just told him not long ago. His gaze fell on the spot where Fu Lie's unseeing eyes were looking, the frosty ground where Fu Lie had stumbled as he fled.

This was set up by him using Yin-attribute magic.

It's not that he's particularly cunning; it's just that he habitually thinks a little more, does a little more, and prepares more thoroughly and completely.

With his gaze returning to the surrounding void, Zhao Zheng looked at the black chains that were slowly disappearing with a strange expression.

Looking at the talismans above, Zhao Zheng knew that these chains must have come from Fengdu Prison, but he didn't know exactly what kind of chains they were.

"But is the 'chain' in 'secret forging'... this chain?"

But one thing to say,

This Fengdu law is truly domineering!

Feeling he had never seen such a domineering method of killing ghosts, Zhao Zheng sighed inwardly, then quickly began to search the corpse.

He frowned slightly as he looked at the gloves on Furi's hands, which appeared to be woven from the silk of some special type of silkworm.

Gloves that resemble magical artifacts for the primordial spirit!

"That's outrageous! They even stole my gloves from when I was a kid! I knew I couldn't find them anywhere in the house. And they even named them 'Justice,' meaning 'the benevolent ruler'..."

Zhao Zheng felt that the other party had gone too far. Not only had they stolen his gloves, but they had also given them a random name.

After putting on his gloves, Zhao Zheng frowned slightly when he noticed they were a little small, but he didn't think it was a big problem.

Gloves will eventually loosen up with repeated use!