Master of Strange Dao

After the palm strike landed, the shifting sand sea suddenly halted, frozen in place.

A breath later, at the bottom of the sand sea, there boomed an explosion, where the village chief's palm had struck, and a huge hole, hundreds of feet wide, suddenly appeared.

All of those grains of sand were forcibly shattered into powder, and with the power that blew from the bottom of the sand sea turned into fierce winds, they kept spreading around.

And that fellow with the metal mask was forcibly blasted out.

While still in mid-air, he began to vomit blood profusely.

The village chief stood there, his face full of killing intent.

He had waited for this day for a very long time.

He had been holding back, waiting for the day he advanced to the Ninth Tier, when his own lad was bullied, so he could help him release some pent-up anger.

Now, Yu Ziqing had directly brought back a Seventh or Eighth Tier cultivator who wanted to trap Yu Ziqing to death.

How could the village chief endure such a thing?

In the distance, Yu Ziqing, Old Yang, and Cece all looked on with horror.

Was this just a Seventh Tier Body Cultivation practitioner?

Cece stared greedily at the dispersing sand powder and stuttered,

"Young Master, can you... can you ask the village chief to hold back his power a little? The Big Array can't keep up with the speed of the village chief's outburst. I feel that if this continues, in at most one incense stick time, the village chief might break through the Big Array..."

"Old fellow, take it easy, don't break through the Big Array," Old Yang hurriedly shouted.

He was breaking out in a cold sweat.

It was only now that he realized that all this time, during their sparring sessions, the village chief had been holding back, never daring to fully exert himself without any reservations.

Because he feared killing him too.

No wonder the village chief had hardly sought him out recently, instead, he had been going to spar with You Zhen.

Their sparring sounded like thunder.

In the time it took for these few words,

The fellow with the metal mask had already removed it.

He spat out a chunk of organ tissue.

If it weren't for an automatic protective Magical Treasure he had, he would have been beaten to death on the spot.

As he saw the old man, whose muscles were bulging and eyes full of murderous intent, with his face seemingly covered in muscles, disappear from his perception again, with a speed too fast to catch,

He then brought out another Magical Treasure.

A small bell hung above his head, casting layers of light curtains.

The next instant, the village chief's figure suddenly appeared outside the light curtain, his fist colliding with the light curtain.

The village chief's power transformed into a visible, constantly rotating spike, striking the light curtain.

As the power collided with the light curtain, it sparked off countless fluorescents, ripples that spread out slightly; but the power remained concentrated, without any sign of dispersing.

The next moment, the light curtain was directly punctured; its protective dissipation couldn't keep up with the village chief's burst of power.

The village chief's fist pierced through the light curtain and struck the small bell.

Power exploded from within, and in the blink of an eye, the shiny surface of the golden bell was densely covered with cracks, and with a boom, it exploded into powder.

The residual force then hit the man's other layer of protection once more, blasting his body backward into a giant stele and then tumbling out from the other side.

In an instant, he transformed into a shadow, flung back twenty or thirty miles, still unable to shed the force.

Another Magical Treasure on him shattered, and only then did he manage to stabilize his figure.

Yu Ziqing, watching with trepidation, quickly shouted again.

"Village chief, don't kill him."

Old Yang's pupils had turned into dragon eyes, frantically stealing techniques.

When the village chief went all out, truly intending to kill, he was a completely different person from when he sparred normally.

That strength, those Secret Techniques and Divine Skills, totally different.

Suddenly, Old Yang shouted,

"Pierce his Qi Sea, he's going to self-destruct."

Before his voice fell, the village chief took a Big Handprint without even flinching, his skin unbroken; he pointed his fingers like a sword, stepping through the air, his fingers piercing through the opponent's final protection, braving all attacks, and touched the man's Qi Sea.

Power surged like an arrow, piercing through the opponent's chest straight into their Qi Sea, not pausing for even a moment, it then shattered the major dragon of the spine and exited through the back, finally exploding upon hitting the sand sea below.

The village chief, suppressing the urge to kill him, lightly grabbed his shoulder with one hand and gave a slight shake, dislocating all his joints.

He lifted him up like a dead dog and flew back.

Yu Ziqing dared not let the village chief come over and hurriedly flew to him.

Ignoring the other man, Yu Ziqing began to flatter the village chief first.

"Village chief, you've worked hard, I see that you don't seem completely satisfied. Don't worry, after some time, I'll find you another one that you can fight with all your might, I guarantee that you can go at it without holding back, so you can have a real good time," Yu Ziqing said.

The village chief's breathing gradually steadied, and he casually tossed the man over to Yu Ziqing.

He wasn't really discontented; it was true that the fighting didn't entirely satisfy him, but he was pleased just to be sought out by Yu Ziqing.

He cheerfully responded,

"Right, that's how it should be. I've heard from Old Yang that when those young folks from big powers can't win, they always turn to their family elders for help, and you never came to me. I was quite unhappy about that. It should be like this from now on."

Saying this, he also took the chance to praise Cece.

"Cece is not bad either, he did well. From now on, when he goes out, you follow him, and if he can't win a fight, bring them all to me."

The guy who was tossed aside still had a look of shock on his face, knowing he was doomed to die, he looked at the group and let out a self-mocking laugh.

"Is this the strength of Jinlan Mountain, when did a Seventh Tier Body Cultivator become so outrageous...

They all guessed wrong, completely wrong."

Yu Ziqing gave the man a careful look, and as expected, he didn't recognize him.

"Who the hell are you?" Yu Ziqing asked.

"Don't bother, you won't get any intelligence from me. Just kill me if you want to, dying at the hands of a Body Cultivator from Jinlan Mountain is also worthwhile."

"Don't worry, I won't kill you," Yu Ziqing said nonchalantly.

Yu Ziqing glanced at Cece and commanded,

"Watch him, don't let him die."

After Cece escorted the village chief and Old Yang out, Yu Ziqing on his way out looked at the man,

"No.2?"

The man kept his eyes closed, motionless, giving no response.

Yu Ziqing smiled and remarked,

"It seems you really know what I mean by No.2 after all."

"You're wasting your time," the man muttered.

"You, I say you behave like a dog, and you can't help but react. I don't know who you are, or why being called a dog is so sensitive to you, but when I mention No.2, you show no reaction at all. Are you serving No.2, or are you No.2 yourself?" Yu Ziqing prodded.

Yu Ziqing stared at the man for a moment, and seeing no reaction, he nodded in understanding.

"Oh, I get it now. So you are serving No.2, huh."

"Qing Ziyu, if you want to kill me then kill me, there's no need for such humiliation. It has no meaning. Your numerous humiliations will not make me reveal any intelligence," the man said sternly.

"Oh, it seems that's not it either. Never mind, it doesn't matter. Seeing your unfamiliar face, I lost any desire to interrogate you."

Yu Ziqing fed the man a Healing Pill to prevent him from dying and turned to leave.

Once outside, Yu Ziqing reminded Cece again,

"Make absolutely sure he doesn't die."

"Aren't you going to ask him anything, young master?" Cece inquired.

"Ask what? That guy would rather I kill him right now. I just realized why I found something familiar about that situation; that guy is eighty percent somebody's incarnation. He won't say anything."

"I've got the information I wanted already."

"Let's go, we should hurry out. We have to deliver something for the giant to kill time, and I also bought some books before that need to be translated for the giant," said Yu Ziqing.

Yu Ziqing couldn't tell if the person was an incarnation.

He certainly wouldn't be able to find out whose incarnation it was; it is quite difficult to target the true self through such an independent incarnation.

Hey, what a coincidence, Yu Ziqing just happened to know who had the skills to use such incarnations to target the true self.

Of course, whether or not it was an incarnation wasn't important, what mattered was that they finally caught someone alive, and resolving how to amuse the giant was now settled.