"Killed someone? So what!?"

The policewoman's expression froze. As a member of the official forces, she was accustomed to ordering others around and to the fear ordinary people held for her. She never imagined someone would defy her to her face, let alone commit murder right before her eyes!

Lawless! This is true lawlessness! He doesn't even acknowledge my presence!

"You dare commit murder!" The policewoman stared at Qin Heng in disbelief, pointing her gun at him. "Get down on the ground now, hands on your head! You're under arrest!"

"The last person who told me to get down with my hands on my head is right there." Qin Heng pointed to the Wolf King's corpse on the ground and glanced indifferently at the policewoman. "Do you want to end up like him?"

The surrounding air seemed to freeze. The policewoman, aghast, stared at Qin Heng in disbelief. The people behind her were also shocked and uncertain.

Killing someone in front of the police! Even if it was a foreign terrorist, this is far too arrogant!

"You've got guts!" The policewoman fixed her gaze on Qin Heng. "Aren't you afraid I'll shoot you dead on the spot?"

"Gun? You mean this toy?" Qin Heng sneered. With a flick of his wrist, the gun that had been in the policewoman's hand somehow appeared in his.

"You?! When...?!" The policewoman's face drained of color. She stared at Qin Heng in disbelief and said sternly, "Give the gun back immediately! Otherwise..."

CRACKLE! POP!

Suddenly, with a series of sharp sounds, Qin Heng manipulated the gun with both hands, crushing it into a metal lump. He then casually tossed it in front of the policewoman.

He said coolly, "Returned."

Dead silence descended.

The policewoman stared at the metal lump on the ground, speechless for a long moment.

HISS!

The other officers couldn't help but gasp, staring at Qin Heng as if they had seen a ghost.

That was a gun! Crushed into a metal lump with bare hands?!

A Martial Artist! So this is a Martial Artist? So powerful!

DING-A-LING!

Just then, the policewoman's phone suddenly rang. She answered, and a deep voice came through, "Xue Shuang, we're not getting involved in Qin Xuantian's affairs. Withdraw the team."

The call ended abruptly. The policewoman had no chance to respond; the person on the other end had sounded extremely urgent.

"Director Wang..." The policewoman frowned slightly. Looking at Qin Heng, she said, "The man you killed was an armed terrorist. There wouldn't have been any trouble. You didn't need to get so agitated."

"Just crushing a few ants." Qin Heng chuckled lightly. "What's there to be agitated about?"

"Ants?" The policewoman took a deep breath and shook her head. "You have no idea how terrifying Danbrus is. The Wolf King was strong; he was likely an important asset for them in China. By killing him, you might truly provoke Danbrus's retaliation."

"And your suggestion is?" Qin Heng looked at the policewoman with interest. He could tell that although she was a bit impetuous, her underlying nature wasn't bad.

"I advise you to seek police assistance," the policewoman said solemnly. "My name is Xue Shuang. You're quite strong, and you could achieve great things in the near future. If you encounter a problem you can't solve, you can come to me."

"No need." Qin Heng waved his hand. "On Earth right now, there's nothing I, Qin Xuantian, can't handle."

"You!" Xue Shuang hadn't expected Qin Heng to be this arrogant. "Fine! Then watch your back! Everyone, withdraw!"

Xue Shuang led the police officers away.

Chu Yun stared at Qin Heng, dumbfounded, and said worriedly, "Qin Heng, are you sure there won't be any problems? That policewoman mentioned Danbrus... it sounded terrifying."

"It's nothing." Qin Heng smiled. "Don't worry. Soon, I'll visit Danbrus headquarters and uproot this worthless organization, annihilating it completely."

"HAHAHAHA! Arrogant! So incredibly arrogant! Qin Xuantian, don't think that just because you killed Hong Tianshu with a single palm strike, you're truly invincible! You can't even begin to imagine how terrifying our organization is!"

Four of the six Open Force Martial Artists from before were still alive. Hearing Qin Heng's words, they burst into derisive laughter, their expressions filled with contempt.

"If you hadn't spoken, I might have actually forgotten about you." Qin Heng turned to the four of them and chuckled. "Now, tell me, what was your purpose in coming here?"

"Heh, you'll never know!" The four men looked at Qin Heng and sneered. "Because you're going to die very soon! Long live Danbrus! Long live the Devil! HAHAHA! UGH!!"

THUD! THUD!

The four men collapsed to the ground simultaneously, black blood trickling from their mouths as their bodies began to convulse unnaturally.

Then came a sizzling sound as their bodies began to melt—first flesh, then sinew and bone—quickly dissolving into puddles of viscous fluid, like refuse spilled in a gutter.

Simultaneously, the Wolf King and the man Qin Heng had killed earlier with a flick of his finger suffered the same fate.

"Qin Heng, this... this is...?!" Chu Yun was so frightened her face turned pale.

She had never witnessed such a grotesque scene; panic seized her heart. Subconsciously, she clutched Qin Heng's arm.

"It's nothing. Just a minor trick to commit suicide on the spot and erase all traces." Qin Heng gently patted Chu Yun's head to comfort her while secretly casting a spell to collect their souls.

These people were too naive, thinking suicide could bury all their secrets.

They didn't realize that for a Cultivator like me, the dead can still speak—and making them do so is even simpler than interrogating the living.

However, now isn't the time to interrogate them.

After comforting Chu Yun for a while, Qin Heng accompanied her home and met her parents again—Chu Qingshan and his wife.

Upon seeing Qin Heng, they both immediately bowed to thank him.

"Our family was saved last time thanks to our benefactor," said Chu Qingshan. His legs were as withered as kindling, confining him to a wheelchair. "Little Yun, go make tea with your mother. I have some matters to discuss with Young Master Qin."

"Ah?" Chu Yun was startled, not understanding her father's intention.

"Come on, Little Yun. Let Mom teach you how to brew tea," said Chu Yun's mother, who understood her husband's meaning. She then led Chu Yun to the kitchen.

Only Qin Heng and Chu Qingshan remained in the living room.

"Grandmaster Qin, my legs are crippled, so I cannot rise to greet you properly. Please forgive me," Chu Qingshan said humbly, his eyes filled with respect for Qin Heng. "I have some matters to discuss with you."

"I can tell." Qin Heng nodded. "It's something Chu Yun shouldn't hear, you addressed me as Grandmaster, and it concerns the Martial Dao, doesn't it? Your legs... they were crippled by an evil technique that destroyed your meridians and severed your vital energy flow. That's why they're like this."

"That's right. It's related to a secret I discovered twenty years ago," Chu Qingshan said gravely. "The resurgence of Spiritual Energy is imminent; a great era is about to dawn. The world itself is on the verge of change. Grandmaster Qin, you must have heard of this?"

"I am somewhat aware." Qin Heng nodded. He had learned about this at the Eastern Palace on Mount She.

"Furthermore, with the resurgence of Spiritual Energy, various mystical wonders long buried in history will gradually reappear—including some ancient divine artifacts!"

Chu Qingshan's eyes blazed as he said, "And I, twenty years ago, uncovered a great secret! The location where an ancient divine artifact is to appear. That artifact is named—the Smite God Whip!"

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