What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

With a chilling buzzing sound, the two dark clouds quickly dispersed in the air.

In an instant, they transformed into hundreds of black flying insects, like two black tornadoes, flanking me from the left and right.

"Taste the poisonous mosquito that bites me!"

In no time at all, I could devour you until not even a bone fragment remains!

Blackie grinned maliciously, leaving a trail of afterimages as he followed closely behind the swarm of insects.

He gripped the poisoned dagger and viciously stabbed it towards my lower body.

This old guy not only uses insidious Gu techniques, but his close combat skills are also extremely unpredictable.

With the cover of the swarm, someone with less combat experience would likely suffer a heavy loss in a single encounter.

But I didn't even try to dodge.

I stood still, calmly watching the overwhelming swarm of insects sweep in.

At this moment, the jade-colored evil aura I released not only contained the life essence of the Gu King, but also carried the pure dragon might bestowed by the remnant soul of the true dragon.

For these venomous creatures that rely on instinct to survive in this world, the dragon's might is an absolute law that cannot be surpassed.

"Buzz—"

When the first batch of flying insects rushed into a three-meter radius around me, it was as if they had run into an invisible wall of fire.

The originally fierce flapping sound instantly turned into a terrified scream.

The tiny flying insects fell from mid-air like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

But before they could even touch the floor, they were pulverized into dust by the jade-colored killing aura I emitted.

In less than a second, the two seemingly terrifying swarms of insects formed an absolute vacuum around me, with black residue scattered all over the ground.

"What?!"

The black old man, who was hiding behind the swarm of insects and preparing to launch a sneak attack, was shocked.

He never expected that his trump card, which he was so proud of, would vanish without even touching the hem of my clothes.

However, at this point, his momentum was unstoppable.

So he could only grit his teeth, pour all his inner energy into the poisoned knife in his right hand, and stab it fiercely into my abdomen.

"Too slow."

I uttered three words calmly.

Before the words were even finished, the Mountain-Shaking Force erupted with a deafening roar.

I didn't even use the scalpel I was holding in my right hand; instead, I swiftly extended my left hand.

The left arm, enhanced by the Self-Sewing Technique, displayed terrifying explosive power at this moment.

My five fingers, like iron clamps forged from fine steel, struck first and caught the black old man's wrist holding the knife in an instant.

"Snap!"

The crisp sound of bones breaking echoed through the hall.

"Ugh!!!"

Suddenly, the old man in black let out a piercing scream.

He never imagined that a young man who looked to be no more than twenty years old would have such terrifying physical strength.

Despite the excruciating pain, this old man was quite ruthless.

Seeing that his right hand was crippled, he opened his mouth without hesitation and spat out a stream of foul-smelling black blood towards my face with a "poof".

The blood flowed extremely fast, even emitting a corrosive white smoke in the air.

It's clearly some kind of evil magic laced with deadly poison.

However, I reacted faster than him.

The cool sensation between my brows had already taken in all the changes around me.

After slightly tilting my head to avoid it, the instant the old man opened his mouth, I yanked my left hand, which was gripping his wrist, downwards.

At the same time, my right knee slammed into his chest with a whooshing sound.

"Bang!"

The heavy knee strike landed squarely on Black Grandpa's sternum.

The immense impact abruptly interrupted his movements.

He only managed to spit out half of the foul-smelling blood before he forced it back down his throat.

At that moment, Grandpa Hei was like a tattered sack that had been hit by a speeding truck, flying backwards.

After smashing two solid wood armchairs, he slammed heavily against the wall before finally sliding to the ground.

Upon landing, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, his chest caved in deeply, and his once sinister eyes were now filled with undisguised horror and fear.

From the moment he jumped down from the second floor to launch his attack, to the moment I beat him so badly that he collapsed to the ground like a dead dog, the whole process took less than ten seconds.

This is an absolute crushing defeat in both strength and realm.

There's no need for fancy tricks or to bother dismantling unorthodox methods.

Faced with absolute power and speed, all schemes and tricks seem so pale and powerless.

Carrying my scalpel, I walked slowly and deliberately over the splinters of wood scattered on the ground to stand before him.

The jade-colored aura swirled around me like burning flames, making me appear like a demon emerging from hell.

"Now, we can have a proper talk."

I crouched down and patted Grandpa Hei's wrinkled face with the cold blade of my scalpel.

"Tell me, who was the person who came to you during the day eight days ago and instructed you to steal this shipment?"

Grandpa Hei leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. Each breath pulled at his broken sternum, making him tremble with pain.

He looked at me like I was a monster.

"Who...who are you? From the Folklore Bureau? Or a monster from Longhu Mountain?!"

He asked in a trembling voice.

I didn't answer, but simply pressed the scalpel in my hand down slightly.

The blade sliced ​​through the skin on his neck with ease, and a trickle of blood flowed down the blade.

"My patience is very limited."

The bodies of your men aren't even cold yet. If you don't tell me, I don't mind sending you to join them right now.

Feeling the deadly coldness on his neck, Grandpa Hei's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

Under the shadow of death, he threw all the rules of the martial arts world and all the promises to the wind.

"Don't kill me! I'll talk! Cough cough..."

He coughed up blood and shouted incoherently.

"It's the Lan family! That person... is from the Lan family!"

Upon hearing this answer, my hand holding the knife paused slightly, and my brows furrowed involuntarily.

People from the Lan family?

You'd better think it through before you speak.

I stared into his eyes, my cool breath circulating to its fullest extent, capturing every contraction and relaxation of his pupils and the frequency of his heartbeat.

"That batch of goods was sent by the Lan family. The Lan family sent people to you to rob their own goods."

Do you think this reason will save your life?

"It's true! I swear on my life!"

Despite the pain in his neck, Grandpa Hei tried his best to explain.

"That day, during the day, that person came to me with a token from inside the Lan family."

He personally told me that he knew the route and timing of this shipment, and even the habits of the person escorting the truck!

The man said that this was the order from the Lan family, and that I should go ahead and do it.

"Once the job is done, these truckloads of goods, worth tens of millions, will all be my reward!"