95: You're really pushing your luck, aren't you!

"You little thief! Kneel and accept death immediately! I'll give you a quick end!"

Two Seven was in a particularly good mood now, after all, he had confirmed that his mind and spirit were not problematic.

However, this little thief had made him lose face in front of Lu Jiu, so he definitely couldn't let him live.

"Tsk."

Chen Heng pouted, a little displeased.

This old guy really seemed to think he ran because he couldn't beat him.

Just now, Chen Heng had taken more than ten punches to his body while bending over to pick something up.

Those fists landed with thudding sounds, but Chen Heng didn't even move, he was just focused on picking things up.

"A bit annoying, maybe I should just kill him."

Chen Heng's fingers were wrapped in Netherworld Heart Fire Inner Qi, considering whether to refine Elder Two Seven into ashes.

"Hahahaha! Little thief! Is this boundless Hell a place you can come and go as you please?"

"Although I don't know how you found this place, you definitely can't get out!"

"Be a good boy and accept death, let me refine you into a living Medicinal Pill!"

Seeing that Chen Heng didn't pay him any mind, Two Seven became even more arrogant.

He seemed to think that Chen Heng was afraid of him, which was why he kept fleeing.

Little did he know, Chen Heng was afraid that if he beat them too badly, it would be difficult to rob them, no, to take things next time.

"All this incessant chatter is so annoying."

Chen Heng wasn't a person with a good temper either, so he stopped abruptly.

They were already more than ten li away from the Main Altar of the Wutong Cult, not far from the ghost gate.

He would kill him right here.

"What, not running anymore?"

Two Seven had a playful, cat-and-mouse look, not putting Chen Heng in his eyes at all.

He had long forgotten the immense pressure Chen Heng's gaze had brought him earlier.

"That's right, I'm not running anymore."

Chen Heng nodded, placing the medicinal herbs and Medicinal Pills he held to the side.

These were all treasures; Chen Heng would be heartbroken if they were damaged in the fight later.

"Kneel, and I can still give you a quick end."

Two Seven pointed at the ground extremely arrogantly, chin tilted towards Chen Heng.

"I gave you some face, and now you're getting carried away, aren't you!"

The blood vessels on Chen Heng's forehead bulged, and his mouth twitched.

He hadn't expected this old dog to be so arrogant; he merely wanted to lure him out and kill him, yet he was misunderstood as being afraid of him.

"Very well, I originally intended to give you a quick end."

Chen Heng directly retracted his Netherworld Heart Fire Inner Qi.

"But I've changed my mind now, I'm going to beat you to death!"

Chen Heng clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.

"A little thief who I've been chasing, hiding here and there, wants to beat me to death?"

Two Seven froze for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Come, come, come! I'd like to see how you're going to beat me to death!"

Two Seven spread his arms, exposing his chest.

"You're really pushing your luck!"

Chen Heng could no longer hold back, his right arm gathered eighteen times the Dragon Tiger Strength, and a single Eight Desolations Six Harmonies Fist slammed into Two Seven's chest.

With a squelch, Chen Heng's fist pierced through his body.

A basin-sized blood hole appeared in Two Seven's chest.

"?" Two Seven stared blankly at Chen Heng in front of him, then looked at his own chest.

He couldn't understand how the little thief, who had just been fleeing, could punch through his chest.

No, if you're so strong, why were you running just now?

Chen Heng pulled out his arm and kicked Two Seven to the ground.

"Accept death, is it!"

With a bang of a punch, Two Seven's head instantly exploded, his brains splattering onto Chen Heng's face.

Two Seven's corpse trembled once, then became still.

Chen Heng did not leave, but instead stepped on Two Seven's shoulder, waiting for him to revive.

These cultists were quite capable; they could revive even after their heads were blown off.

Soon, a brand new head grew from Two Seven's neck.

The chest, which had just been leaking, also refilled with flesh and blood.

"You!"

Before Two Seven could finish speaking, Chen Heng's sandbag-sized fist slammed onto his head again.

"Refine me into a living Medicinal Pill, is it?"

"Give me a quick end, is it?"

"Kneel and accept death, is it?"

"Damn it, weren't you so awesome?"

Chen Heng hammered Two Seven's head with punch after punch.

Every time he revived, he would see a large fist smashing down at him, and then he would know nothing.

Hmm, he died quite painlessly.

Watching Two Seven's body shrink more and more, Chen Heng knew that this old pervert was about to reach his limit.

"Heh, although your Wutong Sect are all beasts, you have quite a few treasures."

Chen Heng grabbed the now infant-sized Two Seven with one hand, a ferocious smile spreading across his face.

If there were any bystanders in this ghostly place, they would definitely think Chen Heng was the real cultist.

"Remember, in two days, I'll be back to your place to get some more goods."

"Get ready."

After speaking, Chen Heng crushed Two Seven's head.

Wiping the brains from his hands, Chen Heng picked up the sack and continued on his way.

An enemy of Two Seven's Rank was just a toy to Chen Heng.

To put it bluntly, Chen Heng could stand there and let him hit him, and Two Seven would die of exhaustion.

"I need to go back and buy a few bigger, no, extra-large sacks."

"This small cult is quite arrogant; I'll empty your warehouse first, then kill all of you."

"Consider it eliminating harm for the people."

Soon, Chen Heng saw the thumb-sized ghost gate.

The ghost gate seemed to sense the ghostly Qi on Chen Heng's body and instantly reverted to its previous large door appearance.

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Shigou Village, by the large crooked neck tree at the village entrance.

Old Liu was squatting idly by the carriage, a brass pipe clamped between his teeth.

"This village is truly miserable; why was it targeted by the Five Pass Heretical Cult?"

"I wonder what Vice Envoy Chen went to do."

"What is he doing in such a dead village?"

Tap, tap, tap.

A series of footsteps came from within the village, and Chen Heng emerged, carrying a large sack taller than himself.

He was covered in blood, not to mention a bit of white stuff on his face.

Old Liu quickly extinguished the pipe in his hand and stepped forward, wanting to help.

"Let's go, Old Liu, home!"

Chen Heng was in a great mood now.

First, he had obtained the ghost nether grass needed to refine his crimson blood pill.

Second, he had found a place where he could run wild as he pleased.

The Main Altar of the Wutong Cult was full of beasts, so Chen Heng had no burden in his actions.

How to put it, it was like finding a place to vent.

"Vice Envoy Chen..."

A strong smell of blood enveloped Old Liu; he suppressed it with great effort to keep from throwing up.

"The smell on you is too strong, you should go wash up first."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid your father and the others won't be able to stand it."

Chen Heng picked up his blood-soaked clothes and sniffed them.

"Hmm, the smell is indeed a bit strong."

Chen Heng frowned; he himself was almost knocked over by the stench.

He had been too excited earlier and hadn't paid attention to the smell on him.

"Let's go, let's go, Old Liu!"

Chen Heng placed the sack of medicinal herbs and Medicinal Pills on the ground and patted Old Liu's shoulder.

"I'm happy today, my treat, let's go to Qingyun Tower!"

Chen Heng was a bit hungry now, so it was a good time to go to Qingyun Tower to eat something.

And then find Hundred Flowers to give him a good wash.

Hundred Flowers, setting aside everything else, her massage, back-stomping, and scrubbing skills were absolutely first-rate.

However, for some reason, Hundred Flowers always had to rest for several days after massaging Chen Heng before she could come out to sing again.

It was very strange.