22: Yan Jiu, peak of body tempering!

Li Tianmeng fanned his hand on the stairs, dispersing the dust in front of him.

His gaze swept forward, as if he wanted to see if He Da had dealt with the enemy.

Suddenly, a sharp arrow shot directly through the dust.

Li Tianmeng instinctively dodged, but was still shot in the throat.

“Ugh…”

With the arrow lodged in his throat, Li Tianmeng immediately felt blood churning and surging within him, and he scrambled to climb to the third floor.

Now, all the Black Tiger Gang's subordinates were killed.

Li Tianmeng crawled alone on the ground.

The old man in the tea seat, however, seemed oblivious, still engrossed in the book in his hand.

“Third Brother!”

When Pei Yong, who was guarding the door, saw Li Tianmeng struggling to crawl on the ground, he was greatly alarmed and quickly went forward to help him up. This arrow was extremely precise; if it were pulled out now, Li Tianmeng would likely bleed to death on the spot.

Li Tianmeng was unable to speak at this moment. He propped himself against the corridor wall and pointed in the direction of the stairwell.

Pei Yong couldn't help but grit his teeth.

His eyes showed a look of horror.

Finally, Jiang Chen's figure appeared at the stairwell entrance.

He patted the flour off his body.

Immediately, a cloud of dust stirred.

“The Black Tiger Gang has another charge against them.”

“Wasting food.”

Jiang Chen said indifferently.

Jiang Chen had already memorized the portraits on the three wanted posters. The one he had just wounded was the Third Boss, Li Tianmeng.

Now, the one squatting on the ground was the First Boss, Pei Yong!

All here.

It seemed that Niutou really hadn't lied to him; these people were indeed gathered together.

“You're the one who wounded my Third Brother!?”

Pei Yong suddenly stood up.

The power of his Qi and blood surged around him like burning flames.

Jiang Chen frowned slightly.

“Isn't it obvious?”

It was already an obvious fact, yet he still asked unnecessarily.

Just as Pei Yong was about to roll up his sleeves and tear Jiang Chen to shreds,

the old man who had been reading nearby also closed his book, put it into his embrace, clasped his hands behind his back, and stood up with a hunched posture.

“The doorman should go and guard the door properly.”

The old man calmly walked in front of Pei Yong and faced Jiang Chen.

Although Jiang Chen didn't recognize the old man in front of him, anyone standing opposite him was an enemy, and he didn't need to care about their identity.

However, the old man's Aura seemed somewhat extraordinary.

Even the Black Tiger Gang's First Boss, Pei Yong, dared not speak much in front of this old man.

“I'm old, not like before.”

“Now, any cat or dog dares to jump around in front of me.”

“Young man, I'll give you a chance.”

“Gouge out your own eyes, and I'll forgive you.”

Jiang Chen simply threw his hunting bow aside.

He drew the machete from his waist.

The old man let out a soft snort from his nose when he saw Jiang Chen's movement.

“Overestimating himself.”

Thud!

The old man's figure moved.

He soared like a wild goose taking flight from flat ground, his body light and agile. With a whoosh, he leaped onto the ceiling, then his footsteps crisscrossed across the ceiling, heading straight for Jiang Chen.

Pei Yong couldn't help but gasp when he saw this scene.

“Swallow Step!”

“It's the Great Thief Yan Jiu!”

“He once killed over thirty government officials!”

Pei Yong hadn't expected the legendary Yan Jiu to be a scrawny old man.

This person's movement technique was extremely profound.

It was said that even Houtian Realm masters found it difficult to catch him.

In a fight, one would be killed before even clearly seeing his figure.

And Yan Jiu's Aura—this was clearly a Body Tempering Realm Seventh Layer master!

If combined with his movement technique, even a Body Tempering Realm Eighth Layer might not be his match.

No wonder he could calmly kill over thirty pursuing constables and then escape without a trace.

Master Ding's side actually had such a terrifying existence.

“Die!”

A cold glint flashed in Yan Jiu's eyes.

His figure had already arrived directly above Jiang Chen's head, then he pushed off with his toes.

His five fingers descended from the sky, instantly clamping onto Jiang Chen's head.

Yan Jiu's mouth curved into a smile.

It was simply like taking something from his pocket.

However, just as Yan Jiu exerted force with his five fingers, intending to crush Jiang Chen's skull, at the moment of exertion, he felt as if he had squeezed an incomparably hard piece of ten-thousand-year-old profound iron.

“Crack!”

Yan Jiu's five fingers were directly broken by the rebound force.

Immediately, a piercing pain struck him.

“You can fly quite well.”

Jiang Chen grabbed Yan Jiu down, slammed him to the ground with a thud, and then stepped on him.

Yan Jiu's head instantly turned into a puddle of blood and shattered bones.

“Ding… Kill Value +1”

Only upon hearing this prompt could Jiang Chen relax.

“What!”

“Yan Jiu… was instantly killed?”

Pei Yong's eyes trembled.

Pei Yong himself was only at the Body Tempering Realm Sixth Layer.

Although the Cultivation Technique he Cultivated allowed him to unleash considerable power,

compared to Yan Jiu, his strength was still far inferior.

At least with Yan Jiu's Body Tempering Realm Seventh Layer strength, plus his movement technique, even if Pei Yong was confident, he could at most last about a hundred moves. Yet, he hadn't expected the powerful Yan Jiu to be instantly killed by Jiang Chen.

Watching Jiang Chen slowly approach, Pei Yong immediately turned and fled.

Jiang Chen didn't use any movement technique to chase. He picked up his hunting bow and came before Li Tianmeng, forcibly pulling out the arrow lodged in Li Tianmeng's throat.

Li Tianmeng tried with his last breath but couldn't stop it.

Finally, blood poured back, Li Tianmeng struggled for a bit, and then finally stopped breathing.

“To be able to kill Yan Jiu with one punch.”

“Your strength should be around three thousand catties.”

“You have no spiritual energy fluctuations on you, so you should also be a Body Refining master.”

Pei Yong looked at the calm middle-aged man beside him who had just spoken.

It was the first time Pei Yong had heard this man speak since he had met him.

He had thought he was mute, but it turned out he could speak.

As the middle-aged man spoke, he also took off his clothes, folded them into very neat tofu-like blocks with sharp edges, and motioned for Pei Yong to hold out his hand. He then placed the folded clothes into Pei Yong's hand.

Pei Yong was stunned; he was being treated like a clothes hanger.

But Pei Yong saw the middle-aged man's muscular physique beneath his clothes.

It actually displayed a dark golden color.

“This is… Body Tempering Peak!”

Pei Yong gasped.

It turned out that this always silent middle-aged man was the true powerhouse.

He was actually a Body Tempering Realm Peak master.

He hadn't expected Master Ding to have so many formidable generals by his side.

“I'll give you a chance to face me head-on.”

The middle-aged man's gaze calmly looked at Jiang Chen.

It seemed to be a kind of pity for Jiang Chen.

However, no sooner had his voice fallen than Jiang Chen shot an arrow.

The powerful arrow whizzed by, but the middle-aged man's steps remained motionless. He suddenly reached out and grabbed the arrow.

Just as the middle-aged man smiled smugly, about to continue speaking,

Jiang Chen's figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

He threw a punch.

The middle-aged man's breath immediately hitched, and his eyes widened.

Clearly, the Aura of Jiang Chen's punch exceeded his imagination.

It's over!

He had overplayed his hand!

“Boom!”

The middle-aged man was blasted into a cloud of blood mist.

Since this person was very confident even against three thousand catties of strength, Jiang Chen slightly controlled himself and unleashed three hundred thousand catties of force to avoid any mishaps.

“What!”

Pei Yong's expression at this moment was as if he had seen a ghost.

A Body Tempering Realm Peak master.

Was actually blasted into a cloud of blood mist by Jiang Chen!

What was Jiang Chen's background anyway?

“You useless bunch, I'm about to start, why isn't it ready yet?!”

Suddenly, the door behind Pei Yong opened.

A chubby man, wearing only a bath towel and covered in chest hair, poked his head out.

Looking past the Fat Man, one could see two beautiful women, resembling each other, tied up on the bed behind him, their eyes filled with despair.