Chapter 11: The Thousand-Jin Strength! Black Evil Palm Wei Feng! (Please Favorite)

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Squeak~

When the door was pushed open, the rotten and old wooden door let out a heavy groan.

Qin Zheng held the Ghost Head Greatsword with one hand, slung it over his shoulder, and stepped into the house.

Following that, an invisible aura began to gather inside the room.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

At this time, the man who was casually sitting on the bed, dressed in ill-fitting, oversized clothes, pretending to be a poor man, curiously asked.

Qin Zheng looked at the other party, and felt oddly familiar, immediately searching his mind for memories related to him.

A few breaths later, Qin Zheng spoke, "Is this palm print on my chest your doing?"

Memories flashed, showing that this unremarkable-looking man had unexpectedly struck him in the chest when his former self wasn't paying attention.

The man burst into laughter at these words, then said, "It seems this dog of yours does have some brains."

"Indeed, the palm print on your chest is my signature move, the Black Evil Palm!"

"After being struck by this palm, you wouldn't notice anything at first, but as the palm's force gradually spreads through the body, the print will grow deeper."

"Those affected will endure heart-wrenching pain and ultimately die in agony."

"The four country bumpkins who were afflicted with you all died like that."

"I'm very curious... why didn't you die?"

While he was speaking, the man stood up from the bed, revealing his hands that had been hidden under the wide sleeves.

His hands were seen as large as fans, pitch black, with a hint of metallic sheen glinting off them.

These did not resemble a pair of hands, but rather a pair of weapons!

"Do you know how much suffering your survival has caused me?!"

Simultaneously, as he stood up and revealed his hands, his facial expression also turned sinister.

"It's precisely because you didn't die that the Young Gang Leader was beheaded, leading to the downfall of the Cicada Gang!"

"Not only did I suffer severe punishment from the gang leader, but I also became a rat crossing the street, afraid to show my face!"

"Now, I can only dare to sneak out by wearing these rags that not even dogs would wear!"

"Tell me! Do you deserve to die or not?!"

By the end of his tirade, the man's eyes were filled with raging fury.

"Today! I will take your dog's head to see the gang leader!"

With a cold shout, he extended his hands, about to lunge at Qin Zheng.

At this moment, Qin Zheng suddenly spoke, "Did you ever consider, when you entered my house so brazenly, why I still came in."

"Or did you think I wouldn't notice someone had entered my house?"

As these words were spoken, the man was taken aback and said, "What?"

Then...

Boom!!

A figure suddenly smashed out from the mud house.

They rolled and crashed against the wall of the nearby deserted mud house.

Immediately after, Qin Zheng, still carrying the Ghost Head Greatsword with one hand, stepped out of his own mud house, looking towards the man opposite him.

And above the Heart Sea, a new line of text emerged on the Merit Scroll.

[Wei Feng, cruel and wicked, has committed numerous evils, by killing him you can gain one tael three qian of merit!]

Qin Zheng had guessed correctly; the retaliation from the Cicada Gang had come so quickly!

However, he hadn't expected that the one who came to attack was not Shi Dian, and that there were still remnants of the Cicada Gang left.

It seemed even Ji Changyin couldn't capture all of these martial artists endowed with martial skills.

Nevertheless, this was fine; these beings entangled with sins could serve to accumulate more merit for himself!

Meanwhile, Wei Feng, the man who had been sent flying by a single slash, quickly scrambled up from the ground.

With a look of shock, he stared at Qin Zheng, sizing him up and down as if he thought he had found the wrong person.

Qin Zheng's expression was calm. Before entering the house, once he had sensed someone inside, he immediately chose to assimilate the Holy Monk Sarira he carried.

He had also received the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique and successfully reached the first layer of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique!

Just the first layer of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique alone granted him the strength of a thousand jin!

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A profound transformation took place in Qin Zheng on the spot!

This was also the reason why Qin Zheng dared to push the door open and enter directly.

Immense strength endowed him with courage!

Feeling the continual transformation within his body and the powerful force flowing through his limbs and bones,

Qin Zheng looked over at Wei Feng in the distance without any of the fear he had felt before!

He could feel that even the palm force left on his chest was being washed away by the unmatched strength of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique!

In just a moment, Qin Zheng felt the stifling oppression on his chest suddenly cleared!

His whole being felt refreshed and different from before!

The blade that had been constantly looming over his head as if it would claim his life at any moment,

dispersed into nothingness in that instant, no longer able to affect him!

At this moment, Wei Feng stared at Qin Zheng in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"How is this possible?!"

"You're just a lowly executioner. How could you possibly possess such martial arts!!"

The mighty force was still coursing through his body, slamming into his internal organs, making him feel so uncomfortable that he wanted to vomit blood.

"You're not that petty executioner. Who the hell are you?!"

As Qin Zheng approached, Wei Feng also started to back away, shouting loudly.

Upon hearing this, a chill flashed through Qin Zheng's eyes, and without any more chatter, he stepped forward and swung the Ghost Head Greatsword in his hand, ferociously chopping down.

He had been afraid to cause damage to his own house just now, so he hadn't used his full strength.

Unexpectedly, he had still managed to smash a huge hole.

Well then, since it was already broken, he might as well use his full strength and see just how powerful this thousand jin of force truly was!

With this thought in mind, Qin Zheng summoned all his strength, continuously pouring it into the Ghost Head Greatsword.

The pitch-black and grim Ghost Head Greatsword traced a white streak through the air.

As the blade trembled, it pulled at the air, resounding with bursts of sound, just like the singing of a sword!

Under this strike, Wei Feng seemed petrified, unable to move.

It was almost at the moment the Ghost Head Greatsword was about to fall that he finally reacted, abruptly leaping to the side.

The blade nearly grazed his face as it fell!

Boom!!

Underneath this one strike, the uninhabited mud hut instantly collapsed.

As dust filled the air, half of Wei Feng's face was a bloody mess.

Even if the blade had not hit him, the sheer force was enough to injure a person!

Enduring the excruciating pain caused by the twitching nerves in his face,

Wei Feng didn't think further. He intended to take advantage of the dust to escape.

This executioner was no ordinary man but a martial artist who was not weaker than their gang leader and had broken through three major barriers!

No wonder he dared to chop off the Young Gang Leader's head!

He should have seen through this sooner and not be the first one to step out and expose himself!

Wei Feng's mind was a jumble of thoughts, overwhelmed with regret.

But just as he turned around, he suddenly felt a hand grab his shoulder.

"Come and go as you please?!"

"Die for me!!"

The fierce shout in his ear was like a soul-crushing, life-stealing devil's voice.

The pain in his shoulder told him that just this touch had already shattered his scapula into powder.

Then, Wei Feng, his face full of despair, was dragged back into the swirling dust.

Swoosh!

A blade light flashed.

The movement of the blade sent the dust and smoke scattering.

Revealed was a headless corpse in Qin Zheng's hands, and on the ground, a head filled with nothing but despair.