High Martial Arts: Starting with a Martial Saint Peak Cultivation

Chen Tianling's gaze fell on Zheng Biao, but his gaze was devoid of emotion.

Zheng Biao slumped to the ground, his lips trembling.

He tried to stand up, but his legs wouldn't obey him.

He opened his mouth as if to beg for mercy, but his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and he couldn't squeeze out a single word.

The people around him quickly moved aside as if he were infected with a plague.

Qian Dayou retreated the fastest, taking two more steps back after reaching the edge of the crowd.

They were afraid that if they retreated too slowly, they would be caught in that gaze.

A large open space instantly appeared around Zheng Biao.

He was left alone, slumped in the middle of the open space, like a fish abandoned on the shore.

Chen Tianling looked at him and spoke calmly.

"You are Zheng Biao."

It's not a question, it's a statement.

Zheng Biao shuddered.

The sound was forced out of his throat, like sandpaper scraping an iron plate.

"Yes...yes..."

"I...I am Zheng Biao..."

"I wonder what business you have with me, sir?"

His voice grew softer and softer until the last word was almost inaudible.

Chen Tianling did not answer him, but simply nodded slightly.

He raised his hand and waved it casually.

The movement was light and effortless, exactly the same as the one he had swung at the one-eyed man on the outskirts of Tielan City.

It's like shooing away a buzzing mosquito.

Zheng Biao's eyes widened suddenly.

He opened his mouth to shout, but before the sound even came out of his throat, he exploded.

A muffled thud.

A cloud of blood mist exploded on the spot.

The blood mist contained a few tattered pieces of clothing and a third-order crystal core the size of a fingernail.

The crystal nucleus fell to the ground.

It bounced twice and rolled to Qian Dayou's feet. Qian Dayou was so frightened that he took several steps back and almost fell on his butt.

The blood mist was completely dispersed by the evening breeze.

It's as if Zheng Biao never existed.

The entire room fell silent.

No one spoke, and no one dared to speak.

Even the sound of breathing disappeared.

Lin Feng stood behind Chen Tianling.

A smile appeared on his face as he looked at the spot where Zheng Biao had disappeared.

It made me feel better.

That was so damn satisfying!

That bastard.

It's one thing to make things difficult for him in the camp, but this time they've gone so far as to send people to kill him outside!

If it weren't for the good fortune of meeting Lord Chen.

He is now a corpse on the outskirts of Tielan City.

Xiao Zhou, Su Xiaoman, Lao Zhao, and Da Liu behind him all showed expressions of satisfaction.

Su Xiaoman even wiped the corner of her eye.

She was used to seeing dead people in the apocalypse.

But today was the first time she felt someone deserved to die so badly...

But Zhao Guangwei's expression was completely different.

He stood beside Chen Tianling.

His mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were fixed on the empty space where Zheng Biao had disappeared.

My mind went completely blank.

killed?

Just like that, you killed him?

This official didn't ask a single question.

He killed Zheng Biao without even blinking?

Zheng Biao is the deputy director of the logistics and supplies department of the Black Stone Camp.

There's nothing wrong with that in itself.

A third-tier superhuman.

He might be considered a figure in Blackrock Camp, but in front of this great man, he's not even an ant.

But Zheng Biao has another identity.

He is the brother-in-law of Zhou Ye, the leader of the North Cliff Camp!

Like Blackrock Camp, North Cliff Camp is a directly subordinate branch of Luoan Camp.

However, the North Cliff Camp is far stronger than the Blackrock Camp!

The leader, Zhou Ye, is a peak fourth-tier ability user, and the camp has several capable subordinates at the fourth-tier level.

The number of ordinary combat personnel is several times greater than that of Blackrock Camp, and they also have closer ties with the higher-ups at Roan Camp.

Zheng Biao was able to be parachuted into the Black Stone Camp as deputy director because of his brother-in-law Zhou Ye's connections.

Zhao Guangwei didn't want to accept the offer at the time.

But Zhou Ye personally made the arrangements, and someone at Luo'an Camp also nodded in agreement, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and place Zheng Biao in the logistics department.

Zheng Biao is now dead at the gate of his Black Stone camp.

How was he supposed to explain this to Zhou Xiong? How was he supposed to explain it to Luo An's camp?

Zhao Guangwei's mind raced.

Cold sweat started streaming down my forehead again.

But it's too late to say anything now.

The person is dead; not even a trace of bone remains.

He only hoped that this powerful superhuman, who had finished his attack, would be able to handle the ensuing troubles.

Otherwise... Zhou Ye would take his anger out on him.

His fate, Zhao Guangwei, won't be any better.

Just then.

Chen Tianling turned his head, his gaze, filled with powerful pressure, falling on Zhao Guangwei.

"Do you have a problem with that?"

The voice was very flat.

It seems that if someone answers incorrectly, Zhao Guangwei will be the next one to die.

"Well!"

Zhao Guangwei shuddered.

He immediately shook his head like a rattle drum.

"No...no!"

"Absolutely not!"

"Zheng Biao is a bully who acts like a tyrant in the camp."

"Withholding supplies, oppressing team members, and embezzling crystal cores."

"I've wanted to teach him a lesson for a long time! Your Honor is acting on behalf of Heaven!"

His voice was fast and urgent.

It was as if he was afraid that if he spoke too slowly, this lord would kill him along with the person he was talking to.

Chen Tianling merely snorted coldly upon hearing this.

It seems this leader knows everything but simply chooses not to care.

He then looked away.

He then turned his head and glanced around at the surrounding high-rise buildings.

"And you?"

"Any objections?"

Qian Dayou shook his head even faster than Zhao Guangwei, his face trembling.

"No, no, no...no!"

"You did the right thing, sir! That brat Zheng Biao deserves to die!"

Other senior executives also shook their heads.

They shook their hands faster and faster than the other.

Chen Tianling then slowly withdrew all the oppressive aura emanating from his body.

The terrifying aura that had been pressing down on everyone receded like the tide.

Only then did the guards kneeling on the ground dare to breathe heavily.

The guards on the watchtower also got up from the floor, their legs still trembling.

Zhao Guangwei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

He walked quickly to Chen Tianling, bowed, and gestured for him to enter.

"Please come in, sir!"

"I'll have the best rooms arranged for you right away! And a welcome banquet! Have it prepared immediately!"

"Blackrock Camp is rudimentary."

"But we will definitely treat you with the highest honors!"

Chen Tianling shook his head.

"No need."

Zhao Guangwei was taken aback.

"grown ups......"

"I'm still injured," Chen Tianling interrupted him. "I need to recover first, so the welcome banquet is off."

Zhao Guangwei nodded quickly.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Please rest and recover first, sir!"

"I'll have someone prepare the healing potion right away!"

Chen Tianling waved his hand.

"We'll talk about the medicine later."

"I need to borrow something from you first, I hope you won't mind the cost."

Zhao Guangwei's heart skipped a beat, but his face was full of smiles.

"Sir, just say the word! Whatever Blackrock Camp has... lend it to me!"

"What do you mean by feeling sorry for someone! You're being too polite!"

Chen Tianling nodded, and then a thought came to him.

His divine sense spread out silently.

It covered the entire Blackrock camp, every corner of the camp.

Every building.

Every secret room.

Every storage box hidden under the bed, in the cracks of the wall, or under the floor tiles.

They were all under the influence of his divine sense.