Chapter 535 - 229: Variant Species
When Chen Qing saw this, a cold light flashed in his eyes.
He had personally raised and cared for this Golden Feathered Eagle since it hatched.
How could he stand by and do nothing now that it had been so grievously wounded for no reason?
Without a moment’s hesitation, his figure shot out like a phantom. Simultaneously, the Formless Technique inside him began to circulate rapidly, simulating the cultivation path of the Circulation Star Essence Technique. A surge of True Astral, shimmering with a faint starlight glow, burst from his body—a perfect imitation of Star Essence True Gang.
"Who’s there?!"
The two men sensed the gust of Power rushing them from behind. Shocked, they spun around to defend themselves.
Filled with rage, Chen Qing struck. His speed was incredible; a single fist shot out like a meteor streaking through the sky, aimed straight at the disciple surnamed Zhao’s face.
The disciple hastily raised his Long Sword to block, only to feel a violent, unparalleled Gang Qi crash down upon him with the force of the punch!
CRACK!
The Long Sword snapped in two!
The Fist Momentum didn’t falter, instantly blasting through his Body-Protecting True Astral and landing squarely on his chest!
The disciple’s eyes bulged. His sternum was shattered, and he was sent flying backward like a kite with a snapped string. He was dead before he hit the ground.
"Brother Zhao!"
The man surnamed Qian paled in horror. Zhao Wei, an Early-stage Astral Force cultivator, had been killed in a single blow!
He was shaken to the core. ’What incredible Fist Force! What domineering True Astral!’
A mix of shock and anger, he quickly took half a step back and shouted, "Who are you? We are Tributors of the Celestial Treasure City Wang Family! We have no quarrel with you, so why did you resort to murder?!"
"No quarrel?" Chen Qing sneered, his voice as cold as ice. "You attacked my mount, and you dare say we have no quarrel?"
"Your mount?"
The expert surnamed Qian felt a chill in his heart. He instantly understood that he had picked a fight with the wrong person—he had run into the Eagle Lord. He cursed his luck, knowing this wouldn’t end well.
Chen Qing gave him no chance to speak further. He moved again, his fists whistling like thunder. Though he held back his full, mountain-collapsing Momentum, he pushed his speed and Power to their absolute limits.
The man surnamed Qian roared and swung his saber with all his might to meet the attack, his Saber Astral flaring!
He was a Mid-stage Astral Force expert, and his True Astral was quite formidable. Driven by a desperate will to survive, this one slash carried the power to cleave mountains and sunder rivers.
BOOM!
The first punch, like a meteor crashing to earth, slammed into the blade of the saber with a deafening thud!
The man surnamed Qian felt a savage force surge up his arm. The webbing between his thumb and forefinger split open, and the long saber was nearly torn from his grasp. The impact sent his blood and qi into turmoil, and he staggered backward.
Before he could even catch his breath, Chen Qing’s second punch arrived, shadowing his every move!
This punch was even more tyrannical. The Fist Gang was so condensed it seemed solid, and it contained an immense, overbearing Power.
Horrified beyond belief, the man barely managed to raise his arm to block.
CRACK!
The bones in his arm snapped! He screamed and retreated again, his Body-Protecting True Astral on the verge of collapse.
A cold light flashed in Chen Qing’s eyes as he unleashed his third punch!
This punch held no tricks—only the ultimate Power. It was as fast as lightning and as heavy as a mountain, aimed straight for his heart!
SPURT—
The man’s Inner Armor shattered. His chest caved in, and he sprayed a mouthful of blood as the light in his eyes instantly faded. He fell backward to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, both Wang Family Tributors were dead!
The guards were scared out of their wits by this scene, and the woman in red, her face pale with fright, hurriedly said, "I am Wang Zhifu of the Xuanming Royal Family! My father is Wang Tiande! This is all a misunderstanding! We can discuss compensation..."
She could tell the Golden Feathered Eagle was a rare and precious variant beast. How could she have ever imagined provoking such a ruthless person?!
With both Tributors dead, her only hope was to use the Wang Family’s name to intimidate him and buy herself a chance to live.
"The Wang Family? Wang Tiande?" Hearing this, the cold glint in Chen Qing’s eyes intensified. "Then there’s even more reason I can’t let you live!"
His thoughts raced. ’I’ve already killed two Wang Family Tributors, so the feud is set. Who knows if the Wang Family will come for revenge?’
’Only the dead can be trusted!’
His movements didn’t slow; they quickened.
He moved like the wind, diving into the group of guards. Everywhere his Fist Gang went, flesh and blood flew.
How could those guards, most of them in the Embrace Pill Realm, possibly stop him?
In an instant, several of them had their bones shattered and died on the spot.
Terrified, Wang Zhifu stumbled backward, then turned to flee.
But how could Chen Qing let her escape?
He activated the Startled Swan Escape Shadow Technique, instantly bypassing the remaining guards and striking her in the back with a punch as fast as a bolt of cold lightning!
BAM!
Wang Zhifu’s body convulsed. She spat out a spray of blood and collapsed, her eyes filled with terror and indignation.
In an instant, Chen Qing was the only one left standing.
Chen Qing quickly bent down and searched the bodies for a moment, collecting anything of value.
Then, he went to the Golden Feathered Eagle’s side and quickly inspected its wounds. The Arrows were lodged deep in its flesh, but the injuries were not fatal.
His fingers moved like the wind, sealing the acupoints around the eagle’s wing to stop the bleeding. He carefully extracted the Arrows, then swiftly applied some Golden Sore Medicine.
Just as he was about to use his power to shatter the ground, either to create misleading tracks or to bury the bodies and erase all traces—
A familiar, tyrannical aura—the same one from before—was rushing back toward his location from the core region at an astonishing speed!
It was the very same aura he had sensed earlier.
’Not good!’
Chen Qing’s Heart and Spirit tensed. He knew the newcomer was an expert, possibly even connected to the Wang Family.
His gaze turned cold, and he stomped his foot.
A sharp wave of True Astral shot out like an invisible blade, tearing the bodies on the ground to pieces in a spray of blood mist.
He couldn’t stay here any longer.
He scooped up the listless Golden Feathered Eagle, and his body transformed into a faint, nearly invisible wisp of green smoke. Without a backward glance, he sped away in the opposite direction of the approaching tyrannical aura, simultaneously activating the Gui Cang Concealment Technique to its fullest to conceal his presence.
Just a few dozen breaths after Chen Qing’s departure, three figures landed like falling meteors. It was the old man whose aura he had sensed, accompanied by two youths.