Return of the Celestial King

The wind howled across the field as Uncle Zhong’s fists and feet flew, his movements growing ever faster and his strikes incredibly heavy!

Meanwhile, Long Wu’s defeat was already a foregone conclusion. He had only enough strength to block, with none left to counterattack.

Panic flared in his heart. ’I have to prove myself in front of Qin Tuo!’

But the more anxious he became, the more his footwork faltered.

It was clear he could no longer stand against the powerful Uncle Zhong; he could be struck down at any moment.

Suddenly, Uncle Zhong smashed a heavy fist right into Long Wu’s shoulder.

THUD!

The heavy punch landed, and Long Wu spat out a mouthful of blood as he stumbled back more than ten steps.

The immense force drained all the color from Long Wu’s face, leaving him deathly pale.

Moreover, the blow had completely robbed him of his ability to fight, leaving him unable to muster the slightest bit of strength.

Long Wu stood rooted to the spot, his expression shifting, unable to utter a single word.

Uncle Zhong, however, just smirked and taunted:

"I defeated you using less than half my strength!"

The implication was clear: if he had used his full strength, Long Wu would already be a corpse.

Long Wu opened his mouth, wanting to argue, but no words came out.

The defeat was utterly humiliating. He had been completely crushed by Uncle Zhong, unable to put up any resistance at all!

Zhou Qihua began to tremble in fear. If even someone as strong as Long Wu had been defeated, what hope was there for him?

Just then, Qin Tuo took two steps forward and said with a smile:

"Not bad. You’ve actually got some skill."

Uncle Zhong snorted coldly.

"Brat, you’re next!"

He had already made up his mind. Today, he would take Qin Tuo’s life.

Even if Qin Tuo got on his knees and begged for his life, it wouldn’t matter!

Qin Tuo nodded and said earnestly:

"Fine. In that case, I’ll use you for a warm-up."

The moment he finished speaking, Qin Tuo strode toward Uncle Zhong.

Qin Tuo was also curious to see just how much his strength had grown after reaching the Ninth Layer of Qi Refining.

And this Uncle Zhong seemed like the perfect opponent for it!

Seeing Qin Tuo’s casual posture, Uncle Zhong roared.

"You arrogant brat!"

The words barely out of his mouth, he charged, swinging his hands straight at Qin Tuo’s face.

"Celestial King, be careful!"

Seeing the terrifying power of Uncle Zhong’s attack, Long Wu couldn’t help but cry out a warning from behind.

He desperately wanted to help Qin Tuo fight Uncle Zhong, but the previous blow had left his insides churning in agony.

He was in no condition to fight!

Zhou Qihua was also fraught with worry, holding his breath for Qin Tuo.

Faced with Uncle Zhong’s terrifying assault, a cold, murderous glint flashed in Qin Tuo’s eyes!

Then, in a single instant, all the Spiritual Power in his body compressed violently, gathering in his palm.

"Break..."

Qin Tuo softly uttered a single word and thrust his palm forward with force.

An incomparably powerful torrent of Spiritual Power erupted from his palm.

A violent storm burst forth, centered on Qin Tuo’s palm, blasting out in all directions!

RUMBLE...

For a moment, everyone wondered if their ears were deceiving them. Why did it sound like a clap of thunder?

"AHH..."

A bloodcurdling scream followed as Qin Tuo’s palm strike sent Uncle Zhong flying.

Uncle Zhong flew backward like a broken sack, spinning through the air before crashing heavily onto the ground.

"My God, how is this possible?"

A group of the masters rushed over, intending to help Uncle Zhong to his feet.

But one look was all it took for their faces to turn ashen!

Uncle Zhong lay on the ground, his internal organs completely pulverized. He was dead, his eyes wide with disbelief.

They recalled the instant Qin Tuo had attacked, that terrifying aura...

The dozen or so masters, all experts in Inner Strength, were frozen in terror.

This scene left both Zhou Qihua and Long Wu staring, their mouths agape and their minds completely blank.

Even Long Wu, who had witnessed Qin Tuo’s power before, never imagined he could kill such a formidable expert with a single palm strike.

’My God, what realm has the Celestial King reached now?’

Long Wu was astounded.

He felt a crushing sense of defeat. Every time he thought he had improved and was starting to catch up to Qin Tuo, he would discover with despair that the gap between their realms had only grown wider.

Qin Tuo stared coldly at the group of masters and said nonchalantly:

"So, do you want to follow in his footsteps to the Yellow Springs?"

At his words, the masters began to tremble, and without a moment’s hesitation, they all fell to their knees and began begging for their lives.

"Senior, please have mercy! We were forced to come after you!"

"Yes, Senior, please! Spare us! We swear we’ll never do anything like this ever again!"

Any one of these masters of Inner Strength would be an honored guest in a great family.

But now, here they were, pathetically kowtowing and begging for mercy.

The sight made Zhou Qihua’s heart clench.

Seeing them groveling like dogs, Qin Tuo decided against continuing the slaughter.

He suddenly kicked Uncle Zhong’s corpse, sending the head flying to land at the men’s feet.

The sight of Uncle Zhong’s wide, dead eyes nearly made the masters’ hearts leap from their chests in terror.

At the same time, Qin Tuo’s voice rang out.

"Take this head back to Jiang Mingfeng. Tell him to get a good look. And then tell him that when I get to the Provincial City, I’m going to twist his head off just like this!"

Such domineering words left the dozen-odd masters from the Jiang Family staring at each other, speechless.

’In the entire world,’ they thought, ’only someone like Qin Tuo would dare speak to the Jiang Family like that.’

"What? Do I need to repeat myself?"

Qin Tuo’s voice grew cold, laced with displeasure.

The dozen masters nodded frantically and quickly agreed.

"Get lost!"

Qin Tuo snapped.

The dozen men scrambled to their feet and fled in a panic, not daring to spare Qin Tuo a single glance.

Once everyone had gone, silence returned to the alley.

Zhou Qihua, however, remained frozen in place, a look of pure shock on his face that wouldn’t fade.

Qin Tuo walked over and patted Zhou Qihua’s shoulder with a smile.

Only then did Zhou Qihua seem to snap out of it.

He had been in such a daze that it was as if his very soul had left his body.

The events that had just transpired were completely beyond his comprehension.

Qin Tuo said with a smile:

"See? I told you. We were never going to be the ones to die!"