The man immediately scattered a stack of Talisman Paper into the air, and the Peach Wood Sword stabbed rapidly seven times in mid-air. By then, seven Talisman Papers were already skewered on the tip of the sword, and simultaneously, the whole Peach Wood Sword began glowing with a golden light.
Zong Wangyue saw this and immediately tried to stand up in a panic, but the more nervous he got, the less able he was to rise, and could only watch helplessly as the man thrust the sword at him!
The Peach Wood Sword pierced directly into Zong Wangyue’s chest, but the anticipated flash of light did not appear. Instead, a glaring red light suddenly flashed from Zong Wangyue’s chest, and a force of recoil burst forth, causing the man’s Peach Wood Sword to shatter instantly!
A perfect opportunity!
How could Zong Wangyue let this chance slip by? Seizing the moment while the man was shocked, he fiercely kicked at the man’s ankle!
Losing his balance, the man fell towards Zong Wangyue, who was already prepared and slammed his fist hard into the man’s face as he pounced!
With all his might, Zong Wangyue threw that punch!
The man was immediately dazed by the blow and fell aside. Zong Wangyue once again sat heavily on the man who weighed over 160 pounds, raining down punches like a torrential storm.
Feeling it was about enough, Zong Wangyue then grabbed the rope lying on the ground and tied up the man’s hands.
While tying the man, he couldn’t help but curse, "Damn! Think you’re great just because you’re a Taoist? My fist is harder than yours! You might be good against ghosts, but against people, I’ll beat you hands down!"
Despite his hands being tied, the man continued to glare hatefully. He widened his eyes and yelled at Zong Wangyue, "Kid, let me tell you, I’m working for the Young Marshall right now. If you’re smart, you’d release me quickly, otherwise... Uh!"
The man didn’t finish his sentence before Zong Wangyue had pulled off his socks and stuffed them into his mouth.
"Arrogant? Hmph, wait till my boss gets here, we’ll see how tough you old fool still are."
No sooner had Zong Wangyue spoken than footsteps came from the Outer Sect, clearly three or four people.
"Boss, you’re finally here."
As you entered, you saw Zong Wangyue sitting on a man with a goatee beard, a man you had just seen that morning, one of the Taoists from the Young Marshall’s side.
But now, he was far from his earlier formidable appearance, having been beaten by Zong Wangyue until his face was swollen and bruised, and his clothes stripped off, leaving him in just his underwear lying on the cold floor.
When the Taoist with the surname Liang saw you, his eyes widened suddenly, and then, when Wu Qiyi appeared behind you, he closed his eyes in despair, knowing that he was doomed!
But no, there was still a sliver of hope!
"As long as I keep silent, they will have no way of knowing the Young Marshall’s plans, and maybe, just maybe, I might still have a chance to live."
With that thought, the Taoist surnamed Liang calmed down.
"Zongzi, good fighting skills there," Xiao Feng remarked, seeing how Zong Wangyue had beaten the man, giving him a thumbs-up.
Zong Wangyue scratched the back of his head, smiling, "Had no choice, that beast hit two girls way too hard. I heard it next door and got so angry! It’s definitely the most exhilarating experience of my life, I feel like I’m about to wet myself!"
"Talking about being fat, and you’re actually out of breath."
Xiao Feng casually sat at the edge of the bed and turned his head to notice two beautiful, graceful girls curled up in the corner.
Wrapped in blankets, the two girls were still shivering; their trembling intensified upon seeing the four of you enter.
You looked down at the man pressed on the floor by Zong Wangyue, seeing his eyes closed, showing a defiant attitude as if he’d rather die than speak, and you couldn’t help but laugh.
Leaning down, you gently patted the man’s shoulder; a series of images quickly flashed through your mind.
Then, you slowly moved your hand away from his shoulder and gently placed it on the man’s head.
"Boss, this guy’s got a tough mouth, I just..."
Everyone around looked at you in astonishment!
By then, your hand was already grasping the man’s hair, smashing his face hard onto the floor.
Holding onto the man’s hair, you slowly lifted his head, his nose now crooked and bleeding profusely.
You looked down, staring steadily at him, "Liang Ping, Qingliang Daoist, The 173rd Generation Disciple of the Taoism Sect."
Hearing your words, Liang Ping twitched all over, his eyes reflecting utter disbelief as he exclaimed in an incredulous tone, "You... how did you know that?"
With a smirk, you grabbed Liang Ping’s head and smashed it hard against the ground again!
This time, heavier than the previous three.
"Mu Yun, that’s about enough, don’t kill him."
You smiled slightly, your right hand now emitting a faint green light; under that light, Liang Ping’s broken nose miraculously returned to normal, and the blood on his face was completely cleaned.
"Feeling much better now?"
Another heavy strike!
Liang Ping’s nose was broken again!
"Were you about to say that you’re a Taoism Sect disciple, and your master is a Taoism Sect elder, titled Qinglingzi, and if I dared to lay a hand on you, your Qinglingzi would never let me off, right?"
"You... you really have Ghost Eye, don’t get too carried away thinking you can see through my mind!"
"Oh, still pretty mouthy."
Saying that, you grabbed Liang Ping’s head and smashed it against the ground several more times, "Bang! Bang! Bang!"
"How’s that, even more thrilling than mistreating girls, right?"
You extended your left hand glowing with green light, lightly waved it over Liang Ping’s face, and his appearance was restored once again.
Zong Wangyue saw it and couldn’t help but swallow hard. It was his first time seeing the terrifying torture skills you displayed; anyone who witnessed this tactic would likely confess immediately.
"Don’t smash anymore, I’ll talk, I’ll tell you whatever you want to know!"
Liang Ping wasn’t a fool; after witnessing your horrific methods and healing power, he immediately surrendered.
However, you just laughed, "Liang Ping, I know everything about you, including the secret technique you discovered from a Demon’s corpse. Speaking of which, you planned to use this technique on Miss Wu this afternoon during the arranged marriage, to make her crazily fall in love with that Mixed Race, Cen Jinghua."
Hearing this, even Xi Yu, who already knew about the Young Marshall and the conspiracy, couldn’t help but show intense murderous intent, and her normally calm eyes now revealed a fierce killing potential!
While Wu Qiyi herself stood indifferently on one side, seemingly unconcerned about the matter, just staring at you with eyes that seemed to see only your presence.
She knew, as long as you were there, everything would be resolved effortlessly.