NOVEL NEXT Chapter 132: Chapter 56: This is the Direct Disciple I took in not long ago
After announcing his name, whispers spread among the people of the Mi Gang in the inner courtyard.
"Shen Qing? Who is that?"
"Never heard of him."
"I remember Li Linfeng only had four direct disciples: Ouyang Tiezhu, Niu Daping, Dong Zizhuang, and Wushili. Ouyang Tiezhu is here, Niu Daping and Wushili are dead, and there's Dong Zizhuang, the one-eyed. Where did this Shen Qing come from?"
The inner courtyard suddenly became as noisy as a marketplace.
Facing the numerous voices of discussion, Shen Qing remained composed, his expression extremely serene.
Sitting on the Taishi Chair, Sun Tiangai silently set down his teacup, his eyes narrowing slightly.
A few months ago, he had vaguely inquired about a direct disciple taken in by Li Linfeng.
However, this disciple was a relative of Lady Qi's household, indicating some nepotism.
Furthermore, Lady Qi came from a humble background with nothing in her family worth mentioning.
What great martial talent could be cultivated from such circumstances?
They couldn't even get enough to eat.
He hadn't paid much attention to it.
Knowing the details about Shen Qing, Sun Tiangai who had sat up, slowly lay back down, watching Shen Qing with an anticipatory look in his eyes.
At that moment, Li Linfeng, who had regained his senses, looked around and knew the situation had turned dire.
He sighed deeply and said to Shen Qing, "Step back, this is not something you can handle."
Knowing that the opponent was a martial master of the Qi Cultivation Realm, even he was no match, let alone Shen Qing who had only recently achieved Skin Forging.
The two were simply not on the same level.
The recent death of Wushili was a bloody lesson.
If Shen Qing went up now, facing Meng De, there were nine chances out of ten he would not escape death.
Shen Qing, looking down at the ground where Wushili lay dead, eyes still open, did not intend to heed Li Linfeng's words.
He raised his head and, looking Meng De in the eye, asked, "You killed him?"
"Indeed. I didn't expect him to be so fragile. I used all my strength, and he just went down; I truly apologize. Next time, I will be more careful," Meng De said with a face full of bulging muscles, his expression jokingly shifting as he spoke.
Although he was apologizing, his eyes and the muscles on his face were filled with disdain and mockery.
"Do you think this is funny?"
Shen Qing stood silently in the center of an open area, his figure becoming even more upright under the sunlight.
Meng De, dropping the smile from his face, asked, "What?"
"I mean, I hope you can keep smiling like this," Shen Qing said, his lips curling into a smile, his mouth splitting with excitement, "I still don't know whether your fleshy body is stronger than a demon tiger's."
Suddenly, a breeze began to rise quietly behind Shen Qing. The wind was not fierce, but as it gently blew, it seemed as though the surrounding air was solidifying.
As the breeze spread, an invisible pressure centered on Shen Qing rippled outward like ripples on a pond.
The previously bustling and noisy inner courtyard, now enveloped by this pressure, instantly became extremely silent.
The members of the Mi Gang, who had been arguing and skeptical, seemed as if something invisible was gripping their throats, promptly shutting their mouths, not daring to make a sound.
The inner courtyard fell into a deep silence.
Even Li Linfeng closed his mouth, staring blankly at Shen Qing.
He, along with the other disciples of the Linfeng Hall, also felt an unusual oppressive force.
This silent pressure felt like a thousand-pound burden pressing on their chests, tightening their hearts, making it difficult to breathe.
"Good, good, good! This is the feeling I want... Linfeng Hall is full of trash, but finally, there's one who can stand tall. I hope you won't disappoint me."
Meng De stood in the inner courtyard. He felt the overpowering force emanating from Shen Qing, harboring not a trace of fear in his heart.
On the contrary, his eyes sparkled with a frenzied glow.
His chest heaved violently, his aura continuously rising. His muscles tensed abruptly as he threw a punch.
"Die!" Meng De's hoarse, deep voice echoed across the inner courtyard.
He abruptly stepped forward, and the bluestone ground beneath his feet shattered instantly, with debris flying everywhere.
Meng De clenched his fist, with a fierce whistling wind, and charged straight for Shen Qing's chest.
At that moment, Meng De had completely unleashed his power, holding nothing back; the only thought in his mind was to knock down this arrogant man with a punch!
Make him kneel and beg for mercy in front of him.
Just when he thought he had spared his rival, he would strike him dead with another punch!
Ha ha ha!
Meng De's eyes were filled with red bloodshot as all his Qi-Blood concentrated into a single fist.
At that moment, he suddenly felt immensely powerful.
His fist seemed to carry an unprecedented strength and heat.
Every inch of his muscles, every drop of his blood seemed extraordinarily active under this force.
In the moment of the whistling fist wind, Meng De's years of martial arts practice and power seemed to integrate and lead to new insights.
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But just as he thought his punch would nearly kill his opponent, he suddenly discovered that the young man standing opposite him had disappeared.
Boom!
His fist struck the air, producing a deafening blast.
A powerful wave of air spread out from the two men to the surrounding area, causing everything around to tremble under this force.
But Meng De felt no joy, instead, he sensed an unprecedented sense of crisis, with a strong murderous intent enveloping him from behind.
He turned his head to look.
At some point, the young man named Shen Qing had moved behind him.
Pfft!
Suddenly, Meng De felt a sharp pain in his back.
"What's going on?"
Shen Qing's fingers, containing trails of firelight and a scorching aura, fiercely pressed against his back.
The Nine Revolutions Mysterious Skill, Blood Dominance Technique, and Wind Force were all activated to their limit, drilling into Meng De's flesh through Shen Qing's two fingers.
Bang!
Two fierce and scorching, sharp and brutal gusts of Qi exploded inside Meng De's body, leaving a hole as big as an arm through his chest.
Meng De looked down, touched his hollow chest, and the hot blood staining it; he suddenly seemed to understand something.
A look of terror appeared on his face, and he slowly turned to Sun Tiangai, his mouth trembling as he said, "Master… save me…"
Sun Tiangai suddenly rose from the Taishi Chair.
Before he could remember what to say, he heard a loud bang, and Meng De's burly body suddenly crashed to the ground.
Shen Qing slowly withdrew his hands, smiled at Sun Tiangai, and said, "I'm truly sorry for not controlling my strength. In fighting, there are no certain outcomes, Leader Sun, please take heart."
The inner courtyard fell completely silent.
It was just one move.
Everyone was so stunned they could not close their mouths.
They could hardly believe that Meng De, who seemed invincible, was slain by Shen Qing in just one move.
The emotions of everyone in Linfeng Hall were like a roller coaster, experiencing dramatic highs and lows.
Li Linfeng was the first to react, excited and in disbelief, he asked, "Have you broken through to the Qi Cultivation Realm?"
"I was fortunate enough to break through!"
Hiss…
Li Linfeng took a sharp breath, shocked by the ferocity of his disciple.
It took him a while to recover from the shock.
After a moment, he burst out laughing, as if relieving all his frustration, and looked around at the members of the Mi Gang, emphasizing, "I forgot to tell everyone, this is Shen Qing, the direct disciple I took on not long ago!"