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"You bastard!"

The gaunt old man shouted, his voice like the scraping of metal, harsh and unpleasant to hear.

His real name is Ke You. He is a fourth-level Qi Condensation Realm cultivator who has been wanted by Qinghe County for many years. He has at least a hundred lives on his hands, including many government officials.

Three years ago, he was taken in by Su Hai and hidden in Su Family Village, where he did some shady things for him.

He has lived a relatively peaceful life these past few years, and Su Hai has never been stingy with his offerings. He is even planning to retire here.

Now that Su Hai is dead, he has to find another job.

Not only is it troublesome, but it's also not guaranteed to be comfortable!

Thinking of this, Ke You felt a surge of anger.

"You brat, die!"

Before he finished speaking, Ke You suddenly sprang into action.

His right hand, which had been hidden in his sleeve, suddenly shot out. His hand was as thin and dry as withered wood, and dark green true energy, like a venomous snake, coiled around his fingertips.

Fourth-tier martial skill - "Deadwood Poison Hand"!

This is Ke You's signature martial art.

To practice this method, one must steam one's hands with poisonous mist day and night, and then soak them in a mixture of poisonous liquid from dozens of poisonous herbs and sacs, forcibly transforming the meridians of the palms into special limbs that carry their own toxins.

When true qi flows through the meridians of the palm, it immediately transforms into a very special kind of toxic true qi.

For low-level martial artists, touching it means certain death.

Even a fourth-level martial artist, if poisoned by this poison, will suffer a painful death within an hour if the poisoned flesh is not removed in time.

Ke You pounced like a vulture, his right hand, as withered and thin as a dead tree, leaving a dark green trail that carried a foul stench as it aimed straight for Mu Yang's face.

Faced with this fierce attack, Mu Yang stood still, neither dodging nor avoiding.

He didn't even use the black gold four-sided mace; he simply extended his left hand, fingers spread wide, as if trying to catch a moth that was flying towards him.

Ke You sneered inwardly.

Young people are young people after all.

He is impulsive and reckless, and once he has some ability, he becomes arrogant and thinks he is the most important person in the world.

His withered wood poisonous hand is not only incredibly poisonous, but its hardness is also comparable to that of an ordinary fourth-tier weapon. How can a mere flesh and blood body withstand it?

As the dark green fingertips drew ever closer to Mu Yang's palm, Ke You's lips curled into a sinister grin.

It was as if I could see Mu Yang having to cut off his own arm due to excruciating pain, or simply kneeling down and begging for mercy like a spineless shrimp.

However, the next second.

"clang--!!"

The scene that Ke You had envisioned did not occur.

His fingertips pierced Mu Yang's palm as if they were poking into an indestructible piece of refined iron; they didn't even leave a white mark, let alone pierce it.

Instead, it was his own finger bones that made a barely perceptible, crisp sound.

"How...how is this possible!"

Ke You's pupils contracted sharply, and the sinister smile on his face froze instantly.

His prized Deadwood Poison Hand technique had killed more than two fourth-tier martial artists, including many fools who relied on their external martial arts skills to take the hits head-on.

Now you can't even break the opponent's skin?

Is this guy even human?!

While Ke You was lost in thought, Mu Yang did not pause at all.

Almost the instant Ke You's fingers touched his palm, he closed his fingers together, gripping Ke You's hand tightly like an iron clamp.

The sheer force of 120,000 jin (approximately 60,000 kg) was gathered together in a simple and unadorned manner.

"Click—"

The cracking sound of bones breaking was particularly jarring in the quiet courtyard.

Ke You's fingers were pinched into a ball of flesh by Mu Yang, all stuck together.

"ah--!!!"

The excruciating pain in his fingers caused Ke You to let out a piercing scream.

He tried to break free, but found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape.

The excruciating pain filled Ke You's eyes with bloodshot veins. He tried to use his remaining left hand to stab Mu Yang in the face, hoping to relieve the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao.

But Mu Yang's black gold four-sided mace was clearly one step ahead.

"Bang!!"

A sharp arc flashed across the sky, and Ke You's head, as if struck by a hammer, shattered into pieces in an instant.

His left arm paused, then fell to his waist.

The headless corpse swayed for a moment, then followed in Su Hai's footsteps and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

From the moment Ke You made his move to his death, it was only a matter of two breaths.

Su Chuan was completely dumbfounded.

If Mu Yang's attack on Su Hai had an element of surprise, then it's fair to say that it was a surprise attack.

His ability to directly confront and kill Ke You is enough to demonstrate the terrifying strength he possesses.

As a relative and trusted subordinate of Su Hai, Su Chuan was well aware of Ke You's strength, which was why he felt his legs were a little weak.

He can only pray now that Bao Ping's reputation as a genius is truly deserved, otherwise...

Sujiazhuang is in grave danger!

Bao Ping, on whom Su Chuan had placed his hopes, also had a solemn look in his eyes at this moment.

His expression was more solemn than ever before.

As the saying goes, a true expert's skill is immediately apparent.

After just a brief observation, he was certain that Mu Yang's strength was definitely not that of someone who had just broken through to the Qi Condensation Realm.

Even in the battle just now, the opponent didn't use any true energy at all.

They fight solely using their physical strength.

What he found even more outrageous was the strength Mu Yang displayed, which was even more terrifying than that of the donkey demon, who was a monster!

This is simply inhuman!

He was a Qi Condensation Realm cultivator who had broken through twice through the process of tempering his bones and muscles, and he had also cultivated a body-strengthening technique. He believed that his strength was considerable and his defense was astonishing, but he was no match for Mu Yang at all.

The only way right now is to rely on speed to maneuver and strike at their vitals!

Bao Ping placed his right hand on the hilt of his sword at his waist, having already made up his mind.

No matter how strong one's external martial arts skills are, only ordinary parts of the body are hardened.

He didn't believe Mu Yang could train those three areas—eyes, throat, and genitals!

"Your external martial arts skills are quite good, but unfortunately, do you think they'll be useful?"

Bao Ping gripped his longsword, his voice low and somber.

The immense true energy, belonging to the perfect Qi Condensation Realm, surged continuously, almost completely covering the longsword in his hand.

The first step in the battle: a verbal offensive!

Since speed is the key to maneuvering, it must be combined with verbal attacks. As long as he can distract the opponent for a moment, he is confident that he can pierce through their eyes.

Just as Bao Ping finished speaking, Mu Yang seemed to want to say something, and his mouth opened slightly.

"There's a flaw!!"

Upon seeing this, Bao Ping's eyes lit up. With a light step, he leaped out, his long sword aimed directly at Mu Yang's eye.

Fourth-tier martial skill – Swift Wind Sword!

However, he had barely taken a step when a sudden change occurred.

"weep--!!"

A piercing shriek, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, suddenly exploded in his mind.

It sounded like the wailing of ghosts, and also like the howling of the wind.

The sting made Bao Ping's scalp tingle, and his head felt as if he had been drinking brothels for three days and three nights.

He felt dizzy and lightheaded, his pupils were unfocused, and even the sword in his hand clattered to the ground on the bluestone slab.

Just then, a loud bang was heard.

Mu Yang's figure disappeared from the spot and reappeared standing in front of Bao Ping.

He clenched his fist, without any fancy moves, and simply threw a punch at Bao Ping's chest.

"Bang!!"

The bloodied arm pierced directly through Bao Ping's heart.

The intense pain and the presence of death caused Bao Ping to regain consciousness and feel a sudden surge of energy.

"My...my father is a powerful expert in the Meridian Opening Realm, please...please spare me..." Bao Ping pleaded, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"Bang!!"

Before Bao Ping could utter the word "fate," Mu Yang withdrew his arm and casually swung his black gold four-sided mace.

Another headless corpse lay in a pool of blood.

"Why do they always think of begging for mercy when they're about to die?"

Mu Yang flicked the blood droplets off his black gold four-sided mace, his tone indifferent.

"After fighting to this point, how desperate must one be to spare the opponent's life? Don't you think so, Master Su?"

Mu Yang turned his head to look, and the calm voice made Su Chuan, who had somehow gotten to the door and was trying to run away, immediately stand up straight.

He forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Lord Mu, is it too late for me to beg for mercy now?"