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Chapter 110 Pressed and rubbed on the ground

"I heard this lad has a bottle of Rejuvenation Pills. I'll borrow it for a couple of days and return it to him."

Zhang Lin stared at Cheng Laiyun with an expressionless face, a cold smile slowly creeping onto his lips.

? ?

Upon hearing this...

Cheng Laiyun paused for a moment.

So it turns out we've been doing this for a while.

Is it coming for me?

He immediately looked up, staring at Zhang Lin in front of him: "Were you waiting for me?"

This is a bit too obvious, isn't it?

I just started working today.

That bottle of Rejuvenation Pill had only been in my hands for less than an hour.

This person is clearly targeting me.

He carefully examined the man named Zhang Lin in front of him.

I was 100% certain that I had never seen it before.

Why would he seek out bad luck for himself?

"What? You don't want to?"

Zhang Lin didn't answer Cheng Laiyun's question. Instead, taking advantage of his height, he stared down into Cheng's eyes and said, "Why be so petty?"

The oppressive aura emanating from the body of a sixth-rank martial artist emanated directly towards this place.

"Snap~"

Faced with such pressure, Zhu Yuanzhi and Hai Wuyai's knees immediately buckled.

Fortunately, the two men were shrewd enough to grab Cheng Laiyun's shoulders at the crucial moment, preventing him from kneeling down.

"Brother Cheng—a true hero doesn't suffer a loss from what he sees—"

Zhu Yuanzhi's voice trembled slightly, and his gaze toward Zhang Lin revealed an extreme fear: "Zhang Lin has a very powerful background."

Although Hai Wuyai was fat, he was also tall.

But he was clearly much less daring than Zhu Yuanzhi. At this moment, he just kept swallowing his saliva and didn't dare to utter a single fart.

He wished he could hide his entire body behind Cheng Laiyun.

"hard?"

Cheng Laiyun ignored the oppressive aura emanating from Zhang Lin, raising an eyebrow and looking at him indifferently: "How hard is it?"

He knew that in the capital, anyone who could be hit by a brick thrown at them might be a high-ranking official in the imperial court.

But you have to compare backgrounds.

I'm not without it either.

"Behind him is the Quzhou Zhang—" Zhu Yuanzhi's voice was extremely low.

"So noisy!!"

Zhang Lin remained unmoved at first.

But after hearing Zhu Yuanzhi's words, his expression suddenly turned cold.

The hooked nose at the center of his face made him appear even more sinister and ruthless.

He didn't seem to make any move.

"Whoosh!"

The next moment, his body appeared less than three feet in front of Cheng Laiyun.

*Smack!*

A resounding slap.

It slapped Zhu Yuanzhi squarely across the face.

"Ouch~" Zhu Yuanzhi didn't even have time to react before he was slapped hard.

"Bang!!" His body crashed heavily to the ground, his back teeth popping out of his mouth, landing on the solid blue brick floor, bouncing twice, and rolling into the crack between the bricks.

"Cough cough~"

That slap wasn't meant to kill him.

So, he didn't faint; instead, he covered his mouth and looked at Zhang Lin in disbelief: "Cough—cough—"

He coughed a few times with difficulty: "Lord Zhang—are you really going to tear off the mask of civility—?"

"My Lord Chai—"

"Bang!!" He hadn't even finished speaking.

One of Zhang Lin's inspectors kicked him in the chest.

"You think you're worthy of having Provincial Surveillance Commissioner Chai stand up for you?"

Zhu Yuanzhi's thin body was kicked so hard that he tumbled several times before finally lying motionless on the ground.

He fainted.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

"Gulp~"

Hai Wuyai, standing behind Cheng Laiyun, was deathly pale and trembling like a leaf.

The hand on Cheng Laiyun's shoulder unconsciously clenched tighter.

Cheng Laiyun felt his trembling and gently patted the back of his hand, saying, "Don't be afraid."

"Go and see how Brother Zhu is doing."

Hai Wuyai stood stiffly in place, not daring to move.

-

A low, trembling voice: "I—I dare not—"

?

Cheng Laiyun swore an oath.

I've never seen such a coward in my life.

He rolled his eyes and took Hai Wuyai's hand off his shoulder.

He then slowly straightened his clothes.

Then, he looked up indifferently and focused his gaze on Zhang Lin in front of him.

His tone was nonchalant: "The Zhang family of Quzhou, is it?"

"Zhang Lin————"

"Then let me ask you a quick question."

"What is your relationship with Zhang Hong?"

Just as Zhu Yuanzhi opened his mouth.

He already knew it in his heart.

No wonder this person knew so much about me in such a short time.

They even chose to ambush people here.

It turns out they also came from the Zhang family of Quzhou.

Zhang Hong colluded with the demon race and was sentenced to have his entire clan exterminated—yet the Zhang family of Quzhou remained unaffected.

interesting.

Upon hearing Cheng Laiyun's words, Zhang Lin's expression turned noticeably ruthless.

He then returned to normal, casually putting his hands behind his back and saying, "What are you saying? I don't understand."

"Zhang Hong is colluding with the demon race and is a serious criminal of the imperial court. What business could I possibly have with him?"

"Today, I only wish to borrow a bottle of Rejuvenation Pill."

"How about you do me a favor?"

"Is that so?" Cheng Laiyun's lips curled up, his arms crossed, the cold smile on his face already frozen: "Zhang Hong, a fifth-rank Confucian cultivator with supernatural powers."

"I killed him with my own punches."

"He begged me not to kill him at the last minute."

His voice was neither hurried nor slow.

It's as if you're talking about a trivial little thing.

"Unfortunately—I, Cheng Laiyun, dislike dogs the most."

"If he had been more assertive, I might have spared his life."

Cheng Laiyun clicked his tongue, raised his eyebrows, and stared at Zhang Lin in front of him, carefully observing his reaction.

After hearing these words, Zhang Lin...

His face became somewhat distorted.

His fist, clenched tightly under his sleeve, was so clenched that his knuckles were turning white.

"What's wrong?"

Cheng Laiyun stared at him calmly, a playful smile playing on his lips: "Can't even handle this?"

Zhang Lin frowned deeply.

Looking at Cheng Laiyun, who seemed fearless and unconcerned.

no----

I am a sixth-rank martial arts practitioner!

He's just a lowly eighth-rank Mo Xiu!

How dare he?!

Zhang Lin took a slow breath, his anger turning into a laugh, his voice hoarse, and his face full of sneers: "Since you won't lend it, then I'll have to come and take it myself."

"It might hurt a little when you remove it."

"Be understanding."

Zhang Lin had barely finished speaking when he moved!

The aura of a sixth-rank martial artist suddenly erupted, the blue bricks beneath his feet shattered, and rubble flew everywhere!

He was like a ferocious beast that had suddenly sprung up, his five fingers forming claws as he aimed straight for Cheng Laiyun's waist and abdomen!

This claw strike was swift and ruthless, accompanied by a whistling wind. If it landed firmly, even an ordinary sixth-rank martial artist would have his bones broken and tendons snapped on the spot!

Cheng Laiyun didn't move.

He just stood there, without even taking a single step back.

A sinister smile flashed in Zhang Lin's eyes.

court death!

next moment.

"Buzz!"

A dark golden light suddenly exploded from Cheng Laiyun's body!

The light came without warning, yet with astonishing speed!

Wherever the light passed, the air trembled and emitted a deep hum!

Zhang Lin's pupils suddenly contracted!

He didn't even have time to react before the beam of light struck him!

"!!!"

Zhang Lin was struck head-on by a battering ram, his forward momentum abruptly halted.

Then it flew sideways and crashed onto the blue brick ground three zhang away, tumbling twice before finally coming to a stop!

He suddenly rolled over and sat up, looking up...

The pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints.

I don't know when.

Cheng Laiyun has disappeared.

Instead, there was a colossal, dark gold statue.

The colossal statue, standing twelve feet tall, stood in the night, its dark golden armor plates layered upon each other.

The psionic conduit undulated slightly like a blood vessel, and with each pulse, the psionic patterns on the stomach flared up for a moment.

Three main spirit cores in the chest cavity slowly rotated, and a dark blue light shone through the gaps in the armor plates, like three cold eyes.

Beneath the mask, Cheng Laiyun's eyes were as calm as a stagnant pool.

"Ink Clan Armor??"

Zhang Lin narrowed his eyes, his voice cold.

He used seventy percent of his strength in that claw strike just now.

Let alone an eighth-rank Mo cultivator, even a sixth-rank martial artist of the same level wouldn't dare to take it head-on.

But this eight————

wrong.

He's not an eighth-rank official!

Zhang Lin's expression hardened.

Cheng Laiyun didn't give him time to think.

He took a step forward.

The towering statue, standing twelve feet tall, brought with it a muffled whooshing sound, and the blue bricks beneath its feet cracked with a "crack," sending fragments of stone flying!

Zhang Lin still sneered; instead of retreating, he advanced!

The pride of a sixth-rank martial artist wouldn't allow him to back down in front of a seventh-rank one!

He twisted his body and punched Cheng Laiyun in the chest!

He used all his strength in that punch; the wind from the punch was so strong that it tore the air apart!

"Digging Fist!!"

His voice held a hint of excitement!

"Bang!!!"

The fist slammed into the breastplate, and the dark golden armor plates suddenly lit up, flashing with spiritual light!

Cheng Laiyun took a half step back.

A faint fist mark remained on the armor, slowly healing as spiritual light swirled around it.

Zhang Lin's hand was numb from the shock.

He looked up and met the colossus's calm eyes.

There was no emotion in his eyes.

It's like watching an ant.

Zhang Lin's heart sank.

Cheng Laiyun raised his right hand.

He spread his five fingers, palm facing Zhang Lin.

Zhang Lin's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively wanted to retreat.

late.

"Buzz"

An extreme halo of light exploded from Cheng Laiyun's palm, instantly spreading to a radius of three zhang!

The halo was dark gold with sharp, knife-like edges, and the air trembled wherever it passed!

"Thunderous Wave!!"

This is a feature that the Colossus unlocks after breaking through to the seventh rank!

The moment Zhang Lin was hit by the light, he felt a buzzing in his head, the world spun around him, and his vision went black!

He staggered two steps and nearly fell!

When he looked up again, Cheng Laiyun was already standing in front of him.

The colossal statue, standing twelve feet tall, looked down upon him, casting a shadow that enveloped him entirely.

Zhang Lin's throat bobbed.

He looked at the colossal statue, at those calm eyes, and suddenly realized that he might have—made a mistake!

"Who—who exactly are you?"

His voice was hoarse and trembling slightly.

Cheng Laiyun did not answer.

Throw a punch!

It hit Zhang Lin in the abdomen.

"Bang!"

With this punch, the energy in Zhang Lin's dantian was shattered, leaving him with absolutely no room to resist!

Cheng Laiyun still didn't make any unnecessary movements.

He simply raised his hand and gently placed it on Zhang Lin's shoulder.

Then, press down.

"Bang!"

Zhang Lin bent his knees and knelt directly on the ground!

The blue bricks shattered, and pebbles pierced his knees, causing blood to seep out.

He simply looked up at the dark golden colossus in front of him, at those calm eyes, and his whole body trembled.

Cheng Laiyun looked down at him.

Those eyes remained as calm as a stagnant pool.

"When Zhang Hong died," he spoke, his voice deep and rumbling like thunder, "he was in this same posture."

Zhang Lin's pupils suddenly contracted.

Cheng Laiyun's voice was extremely indifferent. He reached out and pressed Zhang Lin's head down, slamming it against the ground.

"!!"

"This is what Zhang Hong's son, Zhang Lai, looked like when he died."

As he spoke, he began pressing Zhang Lin's head down and rubbing it against the ground.

friction.

Rub again.

Under the immense force of the colossus, Zhang Lin had no chance to resist.

Before long, large patches of blood appeared on his face from rubbing against the ground.

His face—was completely ruined.

He remained kneeling, like a maggot.

The colossus transformed into specks of light, scattering into Cheng Laiyun's sea of ​​consciousness.

Cheng Laiyun looked at the stunned crowd in front of him.

-

With a blank expression, he turned around, walked to Zhu Yuanzhi's side, squatted down, and checked his breath.

Thankfully, he just fainted.

He stood up and glanced at Hai Wuyai.

Hai Wuyai remained standing in the same spot, his body stiff, mouth agape, and eyes wide open.

What did he see?

The Inspector General—he's going to rub the Provincial Surveillance Commissioner to the ground?!

???

The Provincial Surveillance Commissioner!

He held the fifth rank in the official hierarchy! He wielded immense power and influence!

No one below the sixth rank or above may hold this position!

Cheng Laiyun beckoned to him with a half-smile: "What are you standing there for? Come and lend a hand."

Hai Wuyai jolted awake and came to his senses.

He glanced at Cheng Laiyun, then at Zhang Lin kneeling in the distance, then at Zhu Yuanzhi who had fainted on the ground, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"Brother Cheng—"

His voice sounded like it was being squeezed out of his throat, hoarse beyond recognition: "You—you just—that—"

A frantic scream echoed in my heart.

Wasn't he supposed to be an eighth-rank Mo Xiu?!

How come he can defeat a sixth-rank martial artist as easily as cutting melons and vegetables?

Who exactly is he?

Cheng Laiyun waved his hand: "We'll talk about it later. Let's get your brother back first."

Hai Wuyai nodded repeatedly, then scrambled over and, together with Cheng Laiyun, helped Zhu Yuanzhi up.

Just as the group was preparing to leave,

A muffled whooshing sound suddenly echoed through the night sky!

Cheng Laiyun suddenly looked up.

A dark figure streaked across the distant horizon, moving as fast as a shooting star chasing the moon!

The man glided through the air, his robes fluttering in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, he was already above everyone's heads!

Immediately, his body sank and he landed with a thud!

"Bang-!!!"

A visible shockwave emanated from him and spread outwards!

Stone fragments flew everywhere, dust billowed, and even the broken blue bricks were shaken and bounced three feet into the air!

Cheng Laiyun's pupils contracted slightly, his feet firmly planted on the ground, and he withstood the impact.

Hai Wuyai wasn't so lucky. He was thrown back several steps by the blast wave and landed on his backside with a look of horror on his face.

The man stood in the center of the field, dressed in a black official robe, the hem of which was still fluttering slightly.

He stood tall and straight like a mountain, his face was cold and stern, and his brows exuded an air of authority that came from long-held power. Wherever his gaze swept, the air seemed to freeze.

A fourth-rank martial arts master.

Liu Yundu, Inspector of the Supervisory Commission!

He just stood there, doing nothing, yet he lowered the temperature of the entire scene.

Behind him, a slender figure in black robes landed.

Gao Heyun.

She landed with the lightness of a swallow, her clothes fluttering, yet she stood steadily three steps behind Liu Yundu, her phoenix eyes lowered, saying nothing.

With the appearance of Liu Yundu.

Silence fell over the scene.

It was absolute silence.

The wind stopped blowing.

The leaves on the tree were all drooping.

The chirping of insects has disappeared.

Liu Yundu's gaze swept across the surroundings.

Zhang Lin was kneeling on the ground, Zhu Yuanzhi had fainted, Hai Wuyai was slumped on the ground, and Cheng Laiyun had an indifferent expression.

His gaze lingered on Cheng Laiyun for a moment, a barely perceptible flicker of emotion flashing in his eyes, before he looked away.

"Did anyone see the assailant pass by here?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a muffled thunderclap, making people's eardrums buzz.

Cheng Laiyun took a deep breath, clasped his hands in a salute, and said, "Your Excellency the Inspector, I have been patrolling the streets here and have not seen anyone pass by."

Liu Yundu nodded.

Then, his gaze fell on the messy ground.

The broken blue bricks, the spreading bloodstains, and Zhang Lin kneeling on the ground, his knees still bleeding.

"What's going on here?"

His voice remained indifferent, devoid of any emotion.

The voice just fell.

Zhang Lin, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly raised his head!

As if grasping at the last straw, he scrambled to his feet and fell heavily to the ground, his forehead hitting the ground!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

He slammed his head three times, the bricks trembling with the force of the blows. Blood streamed down his forehead, mixing with the blood on his knees in a horrifying sight.

"Your Excellency the Inspector!"

"I admit my inferiority in skill!"

His voice was hoarse and choked with sobs, yet every word was firm and resolute: "I beg Your Excellency the Inspector to punish these people who have no respect for rank and are so disrespectful to their superiors."

He abruptly looked up, pointed at Cheng Laiyun, his eyes filled with resentment and madness: "Throw him into the Zhao Prison to demonstrate the might of Heaven!!!"