One has to admit, whether she's a witch or a green tea girl, she can still provide emotional value.
In every aspect, she brings joy to both body and mind.
It was the fourteenth day since Mo Jiao's failed transformation into a dragon; the night was dark and the wind fierce, perfect ti for killing.
The young man and his group had already tracked down a group of beggars. Zhi Nu confird they were part of the Beggar Gang disciples who joined the Demon Cult, the Net Clothes Sect. In other words, they were the leaders of beggars, managing a large group of junior beggars, sending them out to beg while they stayed ho enjoying tributes.
Because they didn't need to beg themselves, they wore clean clothes and didn't need to dress pitifully to elicit sympathy.
The Beggar Gang's hideout was quite dilapidated.
The young man stretched his muscles and looked at the Unrepentant Monk beside him, saying, "Monk, let handle this in a mont."
"It's possible that a monk and a beggar are nearby."
"If we run into them."
"You take on the flower monk, and I'll take care of the old beggar, okay?"
The Unrepentant Monk nodded, "Alright."
"Young hero."
"Not all of these beggars are utterly unforgivable."
He hesitated, "If you can avoid killing, then avoid it."
That young man kills without batting an eye.
Maybe it's due to his background with the Demon Cult blood children, under its influence, making him too ruthless, he needs to be converted sohow.
The young man waved his hand, "I understand."
As long as they're not asking for death, he won't kill randomly.
Everyone is going through their trials in life; without being able to play the role of other immortal gas amidst the earthly world, only he leaves a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood daily. If he can avoid killing, he will; injuring them half to death is enough.
He only targets the evil leader, while using joint-lock techniques to disable the martial arts of the rest.
Continuing to kill would bring out the na of Asura.
Under the cover of night.
The young man was like a hungry tiger pouncing on sheep.
"Who goes there?"
"How dare you intrude into our Beggar Gang's branch!"
"Ah!"
Crunch.
A shrill scream echoed.
The fierce beggar blocking the way was directly disabled with joint-lock techniques, his hands twisted into pretzels on the spot. Seeing only one person, the rest of the Beggar Gang shouted, "Everyone, rush him!"
"He's just one man."
Soone took out knives, guns, and staves. Well, sorry, but once weapons were drawn, it was different. The young man's joint-lock technique turned into Dragon Claw Heart Piercing technique.
The Unrepentant Monk saw the ground littered with corpses, his brow furrowing uncontrollably as he leaped forward, unable to resist taking action. His technique ant fewer deaths, as those nacing beggars that confronted the young man all t horrific ends.
"Who's attacking our Beggar Gang?" A beggar elder appeared.
— Beggar Gang Elder (Net Clothes) (Four-Star Whiteboard).
This person wasn't the target but was one of the lower ranks rging with the Demon Cult. The young man killed his way through, splitting open the door with Tiger Shatter Fist's palm wind, revealing several knocked-out won and children inside a sack when opened.
Well then, there's no sha.
All traffickers deserve death!
— Black Tiger Heart Digging.
Murderous intent surged from the young man, his punch wind like a relentless force, causing nearby beggars to tremble in spirit as if witnessing a tiger's glare, this was the special effect of Tiger Shatter Fist: 'Intimidate, Capture Spirit, Sever Soul, Curse Sin.'
The Demon Cult also has many secret techniques like illusions, charms, soul captures, but such ferocious aura as the Tiger Shatter Fist is rarely seen within the cult.
"What kind of strange technique is this?"
"Why is my True Qi disrupted? Unable to gather True Qi, cutting off the ridians?"
The beggar elder from the Net Clothes Sect was shocked, as the evil energy entered his body and instantly blocked the flow of True Qi, this was the power of 'Curse Sin.'
Only masters of Innate level can break it with pure True Qi.
It's said that in the entire martial world, anyone without condensed Innate True Qi is often unable to withstand a few moves from the young man, as cursed energy enters the body, True Qi becos progressively chaotic, potentially leading to Qi deviation that spells doom for them.
Normally, it's not unusual for tiger demons to condense evil energy, but it's quite extraordinary for mortals to harbor such energy within.
Besides, the young man wasn't just harboring evil energy but suppressing Blood Evil, signing it off like a subdued quail.
"If I truly engaged, I'm afraid the poor monk would be dead."
Even the Unrepentant Monk watched with a shocked expression, unaware of the Blood Evil Power; he might not even be able to suppress it with his Vajra True Qi.
Splort.
Blood spurted, Heart Piercing Dig.
The beggar elder instantly died, while the nearby evil beggars were all thoroughly executed by the young man, except for a few lucky ones who had their martial arts disabled by joint-lock techniques, the rest basically perished.
The entire hidden branch was filled with a bloodstained stench.
At that mont, a figure in night attire appeared in the distant woods; even with garnts tightly wrapping the body, the full moon as big as a millstone could still be seen, suggesting specifically trained techniques that couldn't be mastered even with a decade of hardship.
Though Lady Jade Face taught them about mysterious techniques, those ordinary arts from the lower class learned back then retained and altered their figures.
"Oh?"
"It's that young man? Reporting back to the Lady imdiately!"
The alluring figure turned out to be a close maid of Lady Jade Face. While these maids might not be great in martial arts, their Qinggong was exceptional, excelling at leg and waist techniques beyond compare.
Regular martial experts in the martial world couldn't catch up to them.
"That old beggar probably isn't here."
The young man found so gold and silver, along with several basic martial arts manuals, common martial arts from the world; they could be casually learned but hardly worth extensive effort.
The Unrepentant Monk checked the pulse of the unconscious won and children, stood up and said, "It seems to be a nest of the Beggar Gang."
Just then, both suddenly sprang forward, as the Unrepentant Monk intoned, "There are sounds cutting through the air from the forest nearby."
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