Chapter 7118
Deserved Punishment
Chapter 7118 Deserved Punishment
The night was as dark as ink, and the waning moon hung obliquely in the sky, casting shadowy images of the overgrown weeds in the mass graves outside the city.
The graves were scattered about, and a cold wind swirled up decaying leaves, howling through the grass, adding to the eerie and terrifying atmosphere.
The one-eyed strategist and Scarface Liu were hiding behind a boulder on a hillside, squinting at the slender figure slowly approaching from afar, their single eye filled with malice.
Dozens of Black Serpent Gang elites held their breath and focused intently. The archers had already drawn their bows to the limit, the gleaming arrows pointing straight at the crossroads. Three spirit-powered musketeers crouched in the grass, their gun barrels also locked onto their targets.
This kind of spiritual energy firearm can only be used by talented cultivators. It is a special weapon and is very popular in the cultivation circle of Nuchuan City.
In various prefectures and cities, the government also had similar musket units to serve as a deterrent, preventing the major sects from acting rashly.
If privately owned, it is punishable by severe penalties.
Even so, there are still fearless cultivators who possess them privately, becoming assassins and hunters, and earning commissions from their employers.
"He's here. This kid actually dared to come alone. He's asking for death!"
Scarface Liu clenched his fists, the wound on his severed arm throbbing slightly, his eyes filled with resentment and glee.
Thinking that he would soon be able to tear the enemy who had severed his arm to pieces, he couldn't help but tremble all over.
The one-eyed man's lips curled into a smug grin: "The more arrogant a person is, the faster they die. No matter how powerful he is, he won't be able to escape from this mass grave today."
Once he gets closer and within firing range, unleash a volley of arrows to give him a taste of his power, then have the spirit-powered musketeers send him on his way!
He had already planned it out; no matter how fast Tang Zhen was, he couldn't dodge the dense barrage of arrows and the incredibly powerful spiritual energy muskets.
Moreover, Lin Xiaoman is still in their hands. The other side is hesitant to act rashly and dares not go all out. He is sure to win this round today.
Not far away, Lin Xiaoman, who was tied to a crooked old locust tree, had already been woken up by being splashed with cold water. Her mouth was stuffed with rags, and she was unable to move.
Lin Xiaoman watched Tang Zhen approach step by step, her eyes red-rimmed, and she twisted her body desperately, making muffled "woo-woo" sounds, her eyes filled with anxiety and guilt.
He wished he could break free of his restraints immediately and let Tang Zhen leave quickly, not wanting to implicate his benefactor because of himself.
Tang Zhen walked steadily, stepping into the encirclement, his gaze sweeping lightly over the surroundings.
Those enemies hiding in the shadows, as well as One-Eyed Dragon and Scarface Liu on the slope, had nowhere to hide under his divine sense.
His gaze fell on Lin Xiaoman on the old locust tree. Seeing that the boy was frightened but had no external injuries, the coldness in his eyes eased slightly.
"You actually dare to come!"
The one-eyed strategist walked out slowly, followed by Scarface Liu and several of his confidants. He put his hands behind his back, pretending to be calm.
Scarface Liu shouted angrily, "Kid, you crippled my brother and injured my arm. This feud can never be resolved!"
"Quickly cripple your cultivation, kneel down and beg for mercy, and maybe I'll grant you a quick death. Otherwise, I'll kill this brat first, and then make you wish you were dead!"
As he spoke, he drew a steel knife from his waist and held it to Lin Xiaoman's neck.
The blade was icy cold as it touched the boy's skin. Lin Xiaoman trembled, but she still stubbornly looked at Tang Zhen, her eyes filled with resentment, not fear.
Tang Zhen's expression was calm, and his unwavering voice echoed in the silent mass grave, carrying an undeniable authority: "Let him go, and I can leave you with your complete corpses."
"Insanity!"
Upon hearing this, the one-eyed strategist was so enraged that he laughed, and suddenly waved his hand, "Attack! Kill him!"
Before he finished speaking, dozens of sharp arrows shot out of the air, whistling sharply, and rained down on Tang Zhen like a storm.
They were so densely packed that they blocked all his space to hide.
The Black Snake Gang members watching from afar wore cruel smiles, as if they could already see Tang Zhen riddled with arrows.
Lin Xiaoman's eyes widened, tears welled up instantly, and she closed her eyes in despair, unable to bear watching what was about to happen.
"A trivial skill!"
Tang Zhen remained standing still, without moving an inch, but a faint golden halo quietly emanated from his body, seemingly as thin as a cicada's wing, yet indestructible.
The arrows that rushed towards them shattered into wood chips and iron scraps the moment they touched the halo of light, as if they had hit a wall of bronze and iron. They fell to the ground with a crackling sound, without even touching the hem of Tang Zhen's clothes.
"What...what the hell is this?!"
A martial artist's expression changed drastically. His single eye widened in disbelief, and he couldn't help but gasp in shock.
He had never seen such a bizarre scene before. Even a martial artist with profound internal strength would never be able to withstand such a dense rain of arrows.
"Oh no, he's not an ordinary martial artist, but a high-level cultivator!"
Finally, someone spoke up and revealed Tang Zhen's true identity, which only made everyone more uneasy.
Martial artists and cultivators are evenly matched at lower levels, but once they reach higher levels, the difference becomes like heaven and earth.
Scarface Liu trembled with fear, nearly dropping his steel knife, a feeling of unprecedented terror rising within him.
He finally realized that he hadn't provoked any ordinary expert, but a god-demon they couldn't afford to offend. "Fire! Shoot now! Kill him!"
The one-eyed strategist realized what was happening and roared hoarsely, secretly regretting his actions and his killing intent growing even stronger.
He knew in his heart that if he didn't kill Tang Zhen, there would be endless trouble in the future.
Provoking a high-level cultivator has far more serious consequences than one might imagine.
Upon hearing this, the three musketeers immediately pulled the trigger. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three deafening gunshots pierced the night sky, and the rune arrows, carrying extremely strong penetrating power, headed straight for Tang Zhen's face and chest.
In this chaotic world, the spirit-powered firearm is a rare killing weapon, far more powerful than ordinary weapons. Even a martial artist with mastered internal energy would surely die if hit by it.
Even a cultivator could be killed with a single shot if they were not careful.
The one-eyed strategist spent a fortune to hire these three underground gunmen, who have now become his only hope.
Gunshots rang out, but Tang Zhen simply raised his hand slightly.
With a light pinch between two fingers, all three rune arrows were held between the fingertips.
With a gentle twist, the rune arrow instantly turned into iron dust, which scattered in the wind.
At that moment, the entire venue fell silent.
The three spirit-powered musketeers were stunned, but they quickly recovered and turned to run without hesitation.
They were incredibly fast, as swift as the wind, and wished they had two more legs.
The Black Snake Gang members were terrified, their faces turned ashen, their bodies stiffened, and their weapons fell from their hands. They didn't even dare to breathe.
They had never seen such a scene before.
Faced with absolute power, all their schemes and reliance are as laughable as child's play.
A cold glint flashed in Tang Zhen's eyes, and his tone was as indifferent as ice: "When I told you to leave, you didn't. So, you might as well be buried here."
As soon as he finished speaking, he did not take a step. Instead, his divine power rippled slightly, and an invisible pressure instantly swept across the entire mass grave.
The oppressive force was like a mountain pressing down or a vast ocean overturning. The members of the Black Serpent Gang felt excruciating pain all over their bodies, their bones cracking and popping. They all knelt on the ground, unable to move even a finger, and let out shrill screams.
One-Eyed Strategist and Scarface Liu were the first to be hit. Their meridians were severed, blood flowed from their seven orifices, and they struggled in pain on the ground, their eyes filled with despair and regret.
They finally realized how foolish and ridiculous their calculations were in the face of absolute power.
Tang Zhen flicked his finger, and a gentle yet irresistible force flew out, instantly severing the ropes binding Lin Xiaoman and gently brushing the rag from his mouth.
"Mr. Tang!"
Lin Xiaoman broke free from her restraints and ran quickly behind Tang Zhen, clutching his sleeve tightly. Her face was pale, but she could not hide the admiration and reassurance in her eyes.
Tang Zhen patted his head, his tone softening as he said, "Don't be afraid, it's alright now."
Immediately afterwards, his gaze swept over the Black Snake Gang members scattered on the ground, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.
These people usually acted arrogantly and bullied the people, committing numerous evils, and deserved to die.
"Today I will do a good deed, not only to rid the people of evil, but also to help you bury your remains."
He raised his hand and waved it lightly, and the ground shook, then collapsed into a crater.
The crater was four or five meters in diameter, billowing black smoke and flickering with phosphorescent flames, and looked bottomless.
From the graves emerged illusory figures, all of whom had died at the hands of the Black Serpent Gang.
Forced women into prostitution, loan sharking schemes, gang warfare, and the resulting harm to their families...
The evil deeds of the Black Snake Gang are too numerous to recount.
Now, these vengeful spirits, with twisted and hateful expressions, have attached themselves to the members of the Black Serpent Gang.
"I'm so sorry, please let me go, please..."
"Damn it, weren't you dead? Why are you back to life?"
"No! It hurts so much!"
The members of the Black Snake Gang were now babbling incoherently, gripped by extreme fear.
They desperately wanted to escape, but were controlled by an unseen force, their faces streaked with despair and tears, and they kept jumping into the pit.
In the blink of an eye, the Black Snake Gang members on the mass grave were buried under the mud, leaving not a trace, as if they had never existed.
The eerie wind still howled, and the mass grave returned to its former silence, leaving only Tang Zhen and Lin Xiaoman.