220: Crush

In other words, the opponent had crushed his elder brother like dry weeds solely with pure physical strength.

Han Qing ignored his shock.

He flicked his finger toward Buried Tiger, who lay on the ground like a dead dog.

A streak of green light instantly sank into his body.

Under Buried Leopard's ghost-seeing gaze, Buried Tiger's fatal injuries actually began to heal rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“Alright, that was the first time,”

Han Qing said indifferently.

“Bastard, I'll kill you!”

Buried Leopard could no longer restrain himself.

With a roar, his Mid-stage Soul Transformation cultivation erupted fully without reservation.

Black Qi swirled around him as he transformed into a streak of black lightning, heading straight for Han Qing.

This time, Han Qing finally stood up from his chair.

He still didn't use any spiritual power; he simply met Buried Leopard's offensive by charging forward as well.

It took only three moves again.

With the first move, Han Qing shattered Buried Leopard's Protective Aura with a single punch.

Next, a kick snapped Buried Leopard's legs, causing the kneecaps to pierce outward in reverse.

The final palm strike landed on Buried Leopard's Dantian, the force penetrating through his body.

He was sent flying heavily, crashing down right next to his brother.

The two brothers were now neatly paired up.

Lying on the ground, Buried Leopard spat out blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, his eyes filled with boundless terror.

He finally understood.

The man before him wasn't human at all; he was a monster.

He was a Vicious Beast who could toy with the two brothers at will using only physical strength.

Han Qing followed the same pattern, flicking another streak of green light to instantly heal Buried Leopard's injuries as well.

The twin brothers had completely lost their fighting spirit, becoming like lambs to the slaughter.

Han Qing took a step forward.

The game of cat and mouse was over.

Next, it was time to carve his masterpiece.

This scene was clearly witnessed by Blissful Fairy, Gao Qiuye, Luo Qianyun, and the others hiding behind the third-floor window.

Their mouths hung open, their shock beyond words.

Gao Qiuye murmured to himself, his voice trembling: “Why do I feel like the Alliance Leader has become stronger again?”

“No, this isn't just strength; it's practically the realm of gods and demons.”

Luo Qianyun swallowed hard and nodded heavily, his eyes full of fanaticism and awe.

It wasn't just becoming stronger; it was a fundamental change in his level of existence.

They could all sense the power of the Buried brothers below.

That Mid-stage Soul Transformation pressure was as heavy as a mountain and deep as a prison, leaving them without even the courage to look directly at it.

They asked themselves: if they faced either of those brothers, they probably wouldn't last a single move.

But Han Qing hadn't even used Spiritual Qi; he had simply beaten them into dead dogs with such nonchalance.

This level of crushing dominance had already exceeded their understanding of the word 'strong.'

While they were reeling in shock, an even more hair-raising scene played out below.

The just-healed Buried Tiger stood up unsteadily from the ground.

His eyes were filled with fear as he turned to flee.

But before he could take a single step, Han Qing's figure appeared before him like a ghost.

Another punch.

This punch landed directly on Buried Tiger's jaw.

*Crack.*

Buried Tiger's entire mandible shattered instantly, and his neck twisted to the side at a bizarre angle.

Like a puppet with its strings cut, he slumped down again.

Immediately after, Han Qing crouched down and extended two fingers.

He gripped Buried Tiger's neck and gave it a gentle twist.

*Snap!*

The twisted neck was forced back into place by him.

A flash of green light—healed.

Stand up, strike again.

The torture repeated like this.

This was the most cruel double torment of both the Physical Body and the Divine Soul.

On the third floor, Blissful Fairy and the others felt a chill through their entire bodies.

They finally understood that when the Alliance Leader said they would experience death twenty-one times, it was no empty boast.

He truly intended for these two to experience the sensation of near-death twenty-one times amidst endless pain and despair.

Two hours passed.

The night had deepened.

Inside the main hall of Yingxian Tower, the brothers Buried Tiger and Buried Leopard no longer looked human.

Not a single bone in their bodies remained whole.

Yet, under the effect of the healing technique, they were forcibly pieced back together.

Their minds had long since completely collapsed through repeated bouts of extreme agony, leaving only the most primitive instinct to seek death.

Han Qing also lost interest in continuing the game.

He walked over to Buried Leopard and stomped down, grinding his face deep into the floor tiles.

“How many people did the Li Family arrange to come here in total?”

Buried Leopard replied in a voice like a broken gong: “Thirty people. The rest are on standby at the Jiang Family home.”

“The Jiang Family?”

Han Qing withdrew his foot.

Speaking of the Jiang Family, he remembered now.

He had previously sent Xu Hai and Star-Gathering Celestial Venerable to cause trouble for the Jiang Family.

He wondered how those two fellows had handled things.

It was time to head over and take a look.

The Jiang Family Manor.

Unlike its usual brilliance, tonight the Jiang Family was shrouded in a solemn white.

The main hall of the manor had been converted into a funeral hall.

White banners hung high, fluttering and snapping as a cold wind blew through.

In the center hung a high-quality coffin made of Golden Phoebe wood.

A funerary portrait was placed in front of the coffin.

The young man in the portrait was none other than Jiang Shan.

The head of the Jiang Family, Jiang Qingfeng, was an old man with white hair and a white beard.

At this moment, he sat cross-legged on a prayer mat before the coffin, his expression full of sorrow.

He closed his eyes and struck a wooden fish, chanting under his breath.

Beside him, a middle-aged woman who still retained her charm was dressed in mourning clothes.

She was slumped over the coffin, weeping uncontrollably.

She was Jiang Shan's mother, Luo Yi.

“Shan'er, my Shan'er!”

“You died such a miserable death!”

Luo Yi's cries echoed through the silent funeral hall.

Just then, two figures walked in through the door with great swagger.

The one in the lead was Xu Hai.

His broken leg had been set by Star-Gathering Celestial Venerable using Spirit Medicine.

Though he walked with a limp, he was exceptionally arrogant.

In his hand, he carried a roast chicken, gnawing on it as he walked, his mouth dripping with oil.

“Tsk tsk, the Jiang Family's cook really isn't up to much. This roast chicken isn't even as fragrant as the meat my Xu Family uses to feed our gate-guarding Spirit Beasts.”

Xu Hai took a large bite of chicken, complaining with his mouth full.

Then, he turned his gaze toward Jiang Qingfeng, who was striking the wooden fish.

“Hey, old man.”

“The two million High-Grade Spirit Stones you owe me—did you get them ready yet?”

Jiang Qingfeng didn't even lift an eyelid; the wooden fish in his hand continued to strike at a steady pace.

“Thump, thump, thump.”

Luo Yi, standing to the side, could no longer listen.

She stood up from the coffin, her eyes red and swollen from crying, and glared fiercely at Xu Hai.

Luo Yi shrieked: “You're lying! My son always acted with caution; how could he possibly owe you such a massive sum?”

“It was you! It must have been you who killed him!”

“You murderers, you must pay for my son's life with your own!”