After the Great Dao died

Chapter 22 Hammer Kill

Chen Lingxi felt as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him, his blood and qi surging through his body, as hot as molten copper rolling through his meridians!

As soon as he made his move, he pushed the power of the Collapsing Mountain Force to its limit. His right fist was clenched tightly, and a layer of crimson energy faintly appeared on the tip of his fist.

The two people guarding the alley were completely unaware of Chen Ling's presence until he made his move.

At this moment, Chen Lingxi suddenly landed without uttering a sound or setting up a stance.

He threw a punch in mid-air!

Mountain-Swept Fist!

It is as if one is clasping one's fists to pull up a mountain, and surging blood and qi rise up. The mountain-crushing force is as if it is about to destroy the mountain. Unimaginable power erupts at this moment!

In this spring breeze, Chen Lingxi had a clear goal and punched the man who said he wanted to buy a few more refugees to torture!

The man had a scar on his face, looked to be in his thirties, was tall and muscular, and did not look like a good guy.

However... Chen Lingxi is no longer the same person he used to be; he is no longer the sickly and weak boy he once was.

He is now a minor master of the Bronze Red Realm!

He threw a punch straight at Scarface's chest.

"laugh!"

Qi and blood break through the void!

Scarface reacted quickly, turning around almost the instant he heard the sound of wind breaking.

His pupils reflected Chen Lingxi's cold face, her mouth open as if she wanted to shout something.

The Mountain-Swallowing Fist has arrived.

"laugh!"

There was another sound, but this time it was no longer the sound of wind breaking, but the sound of a fist penetrating bone!

The punch landed squarely in the scarred man's chest, the blade sinking deep into his flesh.

There was no sound, not even the cracking of bones, because the fist pierced through his sternum and shattered his heart.

Copper-like vapor erupted from his fist, turning his heart into a mushy mess.

Scarface froze for a moment, a look of disbelief lingering in his eyes.

His mouth remained open, but no sound came out; only a gurgling sound came from his throat, and a gush of bloody foam appeared.

He fell straight backward like a chopped-down log, crashing onto the muddy ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

One punch and he's dead!

"you!"

The third brother finally realized what was happening and drew the knife from his waist.

The knife was an ordinary goose-feather knife, with a narrow and long blade and an extremely thick back. When it was drawn, it made a sharp metallic clang.

The hand holding the knife possessed immense strength!

At the very least, one must possess the full strength of an iron body!

The long sword was about to sweep across, but Chen Lingxi's fist was too fast.

The third brother didn't even have time to see Chen Lingxi's face clearly. He only saw the scarred man fall down and a blood-stained fist coming straight at his face.

He instinctively raised his sword to block.

Fist and knife clashed with a crisp clang.

The blade of the wild goose feather saber was bent by the impact, and the force of the collapsing mountain energy was transmitted through the blade to the third brother's arm, making his tiger's mouth numb and causing him to take two steps back.

The third brother finally saw who it was.

He is a teenager.

Chen Lingxi was thin and pale, like a bean sprout that had been growing in a dark room for a long time, so fragile that it would fall over if the wind blew it down.

But his eyes were dark and deep, without the slightest trace of the timidity one would expect from a young man.

"Damn it."

The third brother gritted his teeth, didn't waste a single word, and pounced on her!

Having spent a long time in the martial arts world, one naturally understands that in a life-or-death struggle, nonsense is of no use.

What I need to rely on is this goose-feather saber in my hand!

He wielded the goose-feather saber with exceptional skill, each strike faster than the last, the blade flashing like mercury spilling onto the ground, aimed directly at Chen Lingxi's head, neck, chest, and abdomen.

He pushed his blood and qi to their limits, his veins bulging all over his body, and each strike was accompanied by a sharp whistling sound as it cut through the air.

This was his trump card. Even a martial artist who had just entered the Bronze Crimson Realm and had not yet cultivated the Bronze Essence Qi would have to temporarily avoid its sharp edge under such an impenetrable barrage of fast blades.

But Chen Ling did not avoid it.

He died once in the shrine, killed by Lu Baizhong's finger.

He still remembered that the pale golden lightning bolt was so fast that he didn't even have time to think about dodging it.

The knife in front of me is fast too.

But after seeing something truly fast, the knife slowed down.

He dodged the blade to the side, and his left fist underwent a transformation. Driven by the Mountain-Crushing Force, his blood and qi became incredibly solid and powerful.

Taking advantage of the moment of the attack, he slammed down with tremendous speed, striking the third brother's right shoulder.

The extremely condensed qi and blood penetrated deep into his bones, and a "crack" was even heard from the third brother's shoulder bone!

Something seems to have broken.

The third brother grunted, his right arm instantly lost its strength, his sword strike faltered, and Chen Lingxi's fist slammed into his right elbow joint.

This punch was delivered with the force of "Entering the River," the power flowing from the elbow joint, shattering the joint inch by inch.

The knife flew out of his hand, stuck in the mud, and wobbled a couple of times.

Chen Lingxi pressed her advantage, following up with her left fist. The force of the "Collapse Mountain Force" penetrated through her fist and slammed solidly into Third Brother's left knee.

It was as if someone had smashed a brittle walnut with a hammer, the kneecap was dented, and the bone fragments pierced through the flesh, exposed white and bare.

The third brother fell down with a miserable howl, his back hitting the muddy ground and splashing up a spray of dirty water.

Chen Lingxi bent her knees and pressed down on his chest, her left hand pressing against his throat, her knuckles tightening slightly.

The three old men's screams abruptly stopped, turning into hoarse groans.

His face was flushed, his eyes bulged, and he stared intently at Chen Lingxi.

He managed to squeeze out a few broken words: "You...you are that government slave..."

Chen Lingxi ignored his shock and only asked, "Where is Wang Kong?"

The voice was not loud, but it was unusually calm, and there was not even a sound of breathing.

The third brother's Adam's apple bobbed, and his lips twitched a few times, as if he still wanted to be a little more defiant.

But Chen Lingxi tightened her grip on his throat, her nails piercing his skin, and beads of blood seeped out between her fingers.

"Minggu Lane..." His mental defenses completely collapsed, and his voice became indistinct: "In the brothels of Minggu Lane..."

"Minggu Lane?" Chen Lingxi asked to confirm.

The third brother could no longer speak a complete sentence, he could only nod frantically.

Chen Ling washed his hands and pressed down.

The rush of blood and qi caused his throat to burst.

The third brother's body convulsed violently a few times, his legs kicked twice in the mud, and then he stopped moving.

Chen Lingxi stood up from him and looked down at her blood-stained hands.

Today, he killed two people with a hammer.

The blood was warm and thick, sticking between my fingers.

He stared silently for a moment, then walked to the well at the base of the wall, drew half a bucket of water, and carefully washed the blood off his hands.

"My first murder wasn't as terrifying as I had imagined."

Perhaps it was because he had seen too many corpses during his two years in the capital and the Baosu Marquis's residence that he had become numb.

Or perhaps he knew that, given his current situation, if he didn't kill someone or strengthen himself, he would be killed!

He dragged the two bodies together into the half-collapsed mud-brick house.

The house had long been uninhabited; the beams and pillars were rotten, and weeds grew rampant at the base of the walls, providing a convenient cover.

He then kicked the dirt to cover the blood on the ground.

After finishing all that, I went to look in the direction of Minggu Lane.

Minggu Lane was a notorious red-light district in Yuanjiang Prefecture.

During the day, the place is filled with the sounds of birds singing and dancing; at night, it's even more vibrant with lights and music that can be heard from two streets away.

In such a crowded place, if he were to rashly barge in to look for someone, even if he found them, he probably wouldn't be able to do much.

He looked back.

The scene in the shrine came back to mind.

—Wang Kong, accompanied by two burly men, walked briskly along the street, cursing under his breath.

Chen Lingxi raised an eyebrow slightly, a smile appearing on her lips.

"With no results in sight, Wang Kong is probably already on his way to Willow Street."

He stood up and dusted off his clothes.

"I'll wait here."

"Since you've done it, do it cleanly."