167: Chapter 167 The Saintess in the Bathtub! Iron Sand Palm Slaps the Zombie Away?

"Splash!"

A loud sound of falling into water suddenly came from the master bedroom's bathroom.

It was followed by the sound of water splashing out of the bathtub and hitting the tiled floor.

Su Yang placed the thunder-guiding divine needle in his hand onto the coffee table.

He stood up from the sofa and walked toward the bathroom door.

The glass door of the bathroom wasn't fully closed, leaving a small gap.

Su Yang pushed the door open and walked right in.

The circular massage bathtub in the middle of the bathroom was already filled with water.

Lin Lang had fallen and was sitting at the bottom of the tub.

Her khaki trench coat and the close-fitting clothes underneath were now completely soaked.

Hearing the door open, Lin Lang immediately turned her head.

Seeing Su Yang standing at the door, her face instantly flushed red all the way to the base of her neck.

"I... I pressed the wrong switch. I accidentally slipped."

Lin Lang stammered her explanation.

She was a dignified Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator who usually flew through the sky and tunneled through the earth, yet now she had actually slipped in a pool full of water. It was beyond embarrassing.

Su Yang leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked Lin Lang up and down.

"Are you planning to wash yourself along with your clothes?"

Su Yang's tone was flat, without the slightest ripple of emotion.

"No... I'll change right away."

Lin Lang felt a mix of shame and indignation.

She scrambled out of the bathtub in a flurry. Water dripped steadily onto the floor.

Su Yang showed no intention of turning around to avoid the sight. He pointed to a nearby rack.

"There are clean bathrobes on the rack. Wash yourself clean. Come out in ten minutes and make tea for me in the living room."

After Su Yang finished speaking, he turned and left the bathroom, closing the glass door behind him.

Lin Lang stood where she was, looking at her disheveled reflection in the mirror and gritting her teeth.

She took off her soaked clothes and threw them into the laundry basket nearby.

Then she stepped into the bathtub, submerging herself in the hot water.

The warm current enveloped her body, allowing her muscles, which were stiff from tension, to slowly relax.

In the living room.

Su Yang sat back down on the sofa. Chu Ling still stood by the door like a block of wood, motionless.

Su Yang took out ten pieces of essence of geng metal from the System space.

These metal blocks were a dark gold color; each was only the size of a fist, but their weight was incredibly staggering.

When the ten pieces of essence of geng metal were placed on the glass coffee table, they directly pressed down until the thick tempered glass let out a crisp crack.

"This hardness is just right for making gun barrels."

Su Yang extended his right hand.

A wisp of golden Pure Yang True Fire danced at the tip of his index finger.

He flicked his finger.

The golden flame instantly flew out, enveloping all ten pieces of essence of geng metal.

The temperature in the living room began to rise sharply.

The central air conditioning on the wall sensed the high temperature and immediately turned on automatically, frantically blowing out cold air.

But the cold air couldn't suppress the heat of the Pure Yang True Fire at all.

A few minutes later, the incredibly hard essence of geng metal began to melt, turning into a ball of golden liquid metal that hovered in mid-air.

Su Yang focused on two tasks at once.

His left hand grabbed the rusty thunder-guiding divine needle.

He threw the divine needle directly into the liquid metal in mid-air.

"Shape."

Su Yang's hands continuously performed various hand seals.

His powerful Divine Sense surged out from his body, transforming into an invisible forging hammer.

The golden liquid in mid-air began to elongate and deform.

Surrounding the thunder-guiding divine needle, it gradually split into six thick hollow tubes.

The inner wall of each tube was extremely smooth.

The six tubes surrounded the main body of the divine needle, forming a classic Gatling gun barrel structure.

Su Yang continued to manipulate his Divine Sense.

He shaped the breech, the rotary motor housing, and the grip at the rear of the barrels.

The prototype of the entire weapon had manifested. Its design was extremely rugged and violent.

After the weapon's main body was formed, Su Yang began to engrave Formations on the outer walls of the barrels.

Using his Divine Sense as a brush, he carved complex Thunder-Fire Formation lines onto the scalding metal surface.

The function of these Formation lines was to directly convert the spiritual energy he input into high-explosive Thunder-Fire bullets and to accelerate the cooling speed of the barrels.

Standing at the door, Chu Ling felt the terrifying Aura of destruction radiating from the weapon in mid-air, and a hint of instinctive dread flashed in her eyes.

Although a Flying Zombie had a powerful Physical Body, it still appeared very fragile in the face of this kind of heavy Thunder-Fire firepower specifically designed to counter evil spirits.

"Ding."

The sound of the elevator reaching the top floor echoed in the hallway.

The sound was faint, but it was very clear in the silence of the late night.

The hallway outside was covered with thick carpet.

Dozens of messy footsteps approached from the direction of the elevator.

Tiger Zhao walked at the very front.

He held a specially made telescopic baton in his hand.

Elder Chang had his hands behind his back, his steps steady and silent.

Two hotel security guards on the night shift were standing in the hallway.

When they saw a group of aggressive men in black rushing out, they were about to ask what was happening when two subordinates rushed up, covered their mouths, knocked them unconscious with a punch, and dragged them into a nearby utility room.

Tiger Zhao walked to the doors of rooms 8801 and 8802. The two rooms were adjacent.

He glanced at his subordinates. "A few of you go open the door to 8801. The main force follows me into 8802. Elder Chang, the woman who broke Manager Liu's wrist might be in 8801 or 8802. Let's check this main room first."

Elder Chang nodded.

"Any room is fine. Tonight, I am only here to cripple people."

Tiger Zhao took a step back and pointed at the thick solid wood double doors of 8802. He tilted his head toward the two burly men behind him.

"Kick the door open for me. Don't worry about the noise. There are no other guests on this floor."

The two burly men stepped forward.

They were professional thugs who had practiced Sanda.

The two of them raised their right legs simultaneously and kicked the lock area of the double doors with all their might.

"Bang!"

A deafening roar sounded. Although the hotel door was sturdy, it couldn't withstand the full-force strike of two burly men.

The door lock snapped directly, and the two solid wood doors swung inward violently, slamming heavily against the walls.

At the same time, the subordinates outside room 8801 smashed open its door with iron bars.

Tiger Zhao, with a cigar in his mouth and a telescopic baton in his hand, swaggered into the Presidential Suite 8802.

Elder Chang followed closely behind.

Over a dozen black-clad subordinates filed in, instantly filling the spacious foyer.

In the suite's living room.

Su Yang was sitting on the sofa.

In the air before him hovered a massive and hideous six-barreled metal heavy machine gun. The gun's body radiated staggering heat, and the surface of the barrels shimmered with the dark golden light of Formations.

Su Yang didn't even turn his head. He continued to use his Divine Sense to polish the rifling inside the barrels.

The moment the door was kicked open, Chu Ling had already moved. Her figure blurred as she blocked the center of the living room, separating Su Yang from the group that had burst in. Wearing Qing Dynasty official robes and with a pale face, she stared at Tiger Zhao and the others without a word.

Tiger Zhao walked into the living room and saw Su Yang on the sofa at a glance. He didn't notice the gun hovering in mid-air because it was mostly obscured by Chu Ling's position. He only saw a woman in strange clothes blocking the way.

"Kid. In this territory of Beijing, you're the first one who dared to touch someone from my Sea Emperor Palace." Tiger Zhao blew out a smoke ring and pointed his baton at Su Yang's back.

Su Yang ignored him. The engraving of the gun barrels had reached its most critical step.

Seeing that Su Yang wasn't speaking, Tiger Zhao thought he was scared witless. He sneered and waved his hand to his subordinates.

"Two of you, go pull this kid over. Break both his legs first. As for this woman in the opera costume, throw her aside; don't let her get in the way."

Three black-clad thugs carrying rubber batons stepped past Tiger Zhao and strode toward Chu Ling.

"Get lost! Out of the way!" The thug in the lead roared, raising his rubber baton and swinging it violently toward Chu Ling's head. If this hit landed, a normal person's skull would definitely crack open.

Chu Ling stood her ground, not even blinking.

"Smack!"

The heavy rubber baton landed squarely on Chu Ling's forehead.

However, there was no scene of blood and gore. The thug only felt as if he had struck a solid steel plate with his baton. A massive counter-force traveled up the baton into his arm. It jarred his hand until it went numb, and the rubber baton flew out of his grip.

The thug was stunned. He looked at Chu Ling's forehead, which didn't even have a red mark, and his mind went blank.

Chu Ling moved. She raised her pale right hand and grabbed the thug by the throat. Her five fingers tightened like iron pincers.

The thug, weighing over a hundred and eighty pounds, was lifted into the air by Chu Ling with one hand. His feet kicked wildly, his face instantly turned purple-red, and his hands desperately tried to pry her fingers open, but they didn't budge an inch.

The other two thugs were shocked by the sight. Both swung their batons simultaneously, one hitting Chu Ling's shoulder and the other her waist from left and right.

Chu Ling didn't dodge at all. She allowed the two steel batons to strike her body.

"Crack!" "Crack!"

The two high-quality steel batons bent and snapped in the middle the moment they contacted Chu Ling's body. Her Physical Body's strength had long since surpassed ordinary steel.

Chu Ling gave a casual toss. The thug she was choking flew out like a tattered sack, slamming heavily into the TV wall. The large LCD television was smashed to pieces, and the thug fell to the floor, passing out instantly.

Next, Chu Ling reached out with both hands, grabbing the collars of the other two thugs. She exerted force with her arms, slamming the two of them into each other. Their heads collided heavily, producing a tooth-aching sound of bone cracking, and they both collapsed to the ground with their eyes rolling back.

In less than three seconds, the three gold-tier thugs were all dealt with.

The cigar fell from Tiger Zhao's mouth. His eyes widened, his face full of disbelief. He had been in the Jianghu for decades and had seen people who could fight, but he had never seen anything this bizarre. Even steel batons would snap upon hitting her—was she even human?

"Hard Qigong?" Elder Chang, who had been standing at the back, had a sharp glint in his eyes.

He strode forward, shielding Tiger Zhao behind him. Elder Chang stared at Chu Ling, his gaze showing a hint of excitement.

"No wonder you dare to be so arrogant in Beijing. It turns out you have a master of top-tier Hard Qigong under your command. Does this little girl practice Golden Bell Shield or Iron Cloth Shirt? To think she could train her external skills to such a degree."

As Elder Chang spoke, he loosened his wrists. The bones throughout his body began to emit a series of popping sounds, like beans being fried.

He took a deep breath. His chest swelled high. Both of his palms instantly turned an iron-blue color, their surfaces shimmering with a strange, metal-like luster. This was precisely his famous ultimate technique, honed over sixty years and responsible for countless deaths—the Iron Sand Palm.

"Little girl, although your Hard Qigong is well-practiced, before my Iron Sand Palm, it is as thin as a sheet of window paper."

Elder Chang spoke with an arrogant tone. His legs bent slightly, and he suddenly exerted force. He shot forward like an arrow from a bow, reaching Chu Ling in an instant. His speed was so fast that even Tiger Zhao behind him couldn't clearly see the movement.

"Take a palm strike from me!"

Elder Chang gave a loud shout.

His right palm, carrying the sound of whistling wind and gathering all his Inner Strength, slammed violently toward Chu Ling's chest.

The power of this palm was enough to shatter the internal organs of an adult water buffalo.

Chu Ling still did not dodge.

She didn't even raise her hand to block. She just stood there quietly.

"Bang!"

An extremely dull and heavy roar echoed in the living room.

It sounded like a battering ram striking an incredibly thick bronze bell.

Elder Chang's Iron Sand Palm landed squarely on Chu Ling's clothing.

Time seemed to stop at this moment.

The next second.

The arrogance on Elder Chang's face instantly vanished, replaced by an indescribable shock and intense pain.