Chapter 13 An Qisheng

An Qisheng's heart trembled.

The man in black standing by the railing was none other than the mysterious figure he had seen in the video, the one suspected of transmigrating!

Since learning of this person's existence, he had entertained many thoughts, but never considered actively seeking him out.

After all, judging solely from the fact that he could escape from the Golden Eagle Country despite suffering injuries that would instantly kill a martial artist of the Seeing God realm, one could understand how dangerous he was.

He never imagined that pursuing Miao Xiong and the others would lead him to encounter this person.

Was this extremely good luck, or extremely bad fortune?

"Heh..."

Tong Zhengyang's pale face wore a cold expression.

Kimura Minoru himself had no martial arts skills; he was merely a tool that Tong Zhengyang had completely drained of his potential using the Soul-Seizing Great Art.

He could completely ignore damage to his muscles and bones, unleashing his body's full power, with a maximum force of nearly ten thousand *jin* (a Chinese unit of weight, approximately 1.1 pounds) or more.

Using the measurement units of this world, that was over five tons.

To be killed by him, that young man was indeed somewhat interesting.

Shi Xinwu staggered over, supporting Shi Xinlu, whose arms were so injured he could barely lift them. Their expressions were equally grave.

The man on the ship, despite simply standing there quietly, exerted immense pressure on them.

Who was this person?

The two monks racked their brains, but could not match the person before them with any known expert.

*Crack*

An Qisheng's arm trembled as he set the broken bones, his heart filled with unparalleled gravity.

Considering that the ruined battlefield in the Golden Eagle Country, as seen in the news, was very likely the work of the person before him, he wouldn't even entertain the thought of running.

The only one who tried to escape, Miao San, was still bleeding out...

"Are you all from Da Xuan?"

A faint smile appeared on Tong Zhengyang's face, as if he didn't care that they had killed his man right under his nose.

In fact, he truly didn't care.

This world was small, but it had a large population. Billions of people lived in this small place, and similar tools could be found by the thousands.

"Who are you?"

An Qisheng took a deep breath and asked.

"Who am I? Don't you know?"

Tong Zhengyang glanced at An Qisheng with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, his eyes rippling with a hint of interest.

"When you saw me for the first time, your heartbeat quickened, your pupils contracted, and your facial muscles changed three times. It seems you've seen me through some means..."

"This person..."

An Qisheng gritted his teeth slightly, then calmly replied, "I have indeed seen your appearance through certain means."

"It seems there are quite a few people who know me."

Tong Zhengyang smiled faintly. With a movement of his body, he was already on the beach.

His speed was so fast that even An Qisheng, who was staring intently at him, only saw a blur, unable to discern his movements.

His speed almost exceeded the capture rate of the human retina, making An Qisheng even more cautious.

Tong Zhengyang didn't care about the three people treating him like a great enemy, and slowly opened his mouth:

"I want to go to Da Xuan. You will be my guides."

"You want to go to Da Xuan?"

Shi Xinlu's expression changed.

He didn't know the origins of the person before him, but he could vaguely sense the undisguised malice emanating from him.

If such a person were to enter Da Xuan...

"It's impossible for us to guide you into Da Xuan."

Shi Xinwu coughed up a mouthful of blood and replied hoarsely.

"Heh."

Tong Zhengyang's gaze shifted, landing on him, his eyes filled with disgust:

"As expected, bald donkeys are annoying everywhere..."

The experiences of being hunted down by Wang Quan Dao and Huangjue Temple flashed through his mind, and Tong Zhengyang felt a surge of killing intent.

In his life, he hated monks and Taoists the most.

*Boom!*

The moment Tong Zhengyang's eyes turned cold, Shi Xinwu felt as if thunder had exploded in his heart, and all thoughts instantly vanished.

His mind was completely blank.

"Not good!"

The warning had barely flashed through Shi Xinwu's mind when he saw a hand descending from the sky, covering the heavens, covering the clouds, forcefully and domineeringly squeezing away everything in his sight.

It completely became the only thing in his vision!

*Bang!*

An Qisheng only felt a blur before his eyes. The next moment, Shi Xinwu's headless corpse had already fallen into the sea.

His entire head had been pushed into his chest!

"Junior Brother!!!"

Shi Xinlu's eyes were tearing apart as he roared.

He was severely injured, and could barely lift his arms, but as he roared, he charged towards Tong Zhengyang, who was close at hand.

"Master, don't!"

An Qisheng stepped forward, trying to pull Shi Xinlu back.

The two were only three or four meters apart. At his speed, it would take less than a tenth of a second.

But at this moment, it seemed too slow, too slow.

Shi Xinlu's roar seemed to have just begun when a pale hand fell again.

At this moment, An Qisheng saw everything clearly.

The mysterious man didn't even lift his eyelids. He leisurely raised his hand and pressed down gently, as if swatting a mosquito.

*Pfft!*

With just a casual press, Shi Xinlu's body stiffened, following in his junior brother's footsteps.

His massive head had been pressed into his chest!

"Master..."

An Qisheng's hand grasped futilely in the air, his face covered in warmth, splattered with blood.

"Do you want to shake my hand?"

Tong Zhengyang took out a handkerchief and wiped his hand, which was not stained in the slightest, and placed the handkerchief in An Qisheng's hand, smiling faintly:

"I need to wipe my hands."

Tong Zhengyang's face was reflected in An Qisheng's reddened eyes.

That cold face now wore a smile of playing with a mouse, while his eyes held absolute coldness and evil.

Killing people was like a common occurrence to him.

I've memorized this face.

The color slowly faded from his face, and An Qisheng lowered his eyelids, obscuring his gaze.

He bent down, and with his still-movable left hand, lifted Shi Xinlu's tall corpse onto his shoulder, then picked up Shi Xinwu's corpse, slowly turning and walking towards the beach.

He turned his back to Tong Zhengyang, not fearing his attack from behind.

The boiling killing intent was suppressed little by little into the depths of his heart.

At this moment, An Qisheng lost all fear in his heart.

Some people would be overwhelmed by emotions, some would be controlled by anger and killing intent, but some people would become even calmer as their emotions surged.

An Qisheng belonged to the latter.

He knew very well that the only thing he could do for these two monks at this moment was to survive.

Only by surviving would he have the opportunity to shatter that face he loathed, bit by bit!

"Heh, interesting..."

Looking at An Qisheng carrying the corpses forward, the corners of Tong Zhengyang's mouth curled up.

He understood An Qisheng's psychology very well.

But so what?

In such a spiritless land with no spiritual energy whatsoever, he would certainly be burdened by his powerful physical body and would most likely starve to death.

But as long as he didn't die, he would be truly invincible!

In such a cruel world, it was impossible for there to be an individual who could match or even surpass him.

If these two monks didn't suit him, then he would just kill them. As for the hatred of a weakling like a chick, why would he care?

An Qisheng placed the bodies of the two monks under the coconut tree and bowed deeply:

"May the two masters rest in peace..."

The three had only spent a day together, and he had spoken no more than ten sentences to these two monks, but they had fought side by side after all. How could he not feel any emotion in his heart, watching them die like this?

"Stay within a hundred meters of me, and I'll kill you instantly."

Tong Zhengyang glanced at An Qisheng indifferently.

If possible, he would rather completely alter and twist this person's spirit with the Soul-Seizing Great Art.

However, the Wang Quan Sword had not yet recognized its master and was constantly consuming a large amount of his spiritual power. Although he looked down on these martial artists of this world, he had to admit that their spirits were very strong.

At the Bamboo Dragon Association, he had already tried it, and using the Soul-Seizing Great Art on these martial artists was not a good idea.

"Speaking of which, the Wang Quan Sword seems to be somewhat active. Is it about to recognize its master?"

Thinking of the Wang Quan Sword, Tong Zhengyang's mood improved slightly.

An Qisheng straightened his body, his face expressionless. With the control of the body that *Huajin* (Refinement of Strength) provided, controlling his expression was easy.

"Let's go."

Tong Zhengyang said indifferently.

An Qisheng took a deep look at the headless corpses under the coconut tree and turned to walk towards the highway.

"Interesting."

Tong Zhengyang smiled nonchalantly, his gaze as if he were looking at a dead man:

"Since you're being obedient, I can leave you a tombstone after you die. What's your name?"

He didn't hide his meaning at all.

He clearly told An Qisheng that entering Da Xuan meant his death, and that not leading the way meant lying dead on the ground in the next second.

What would you choose?

To Tong Zhengyang's surprise, An Qisheng didn't stop:

"An Qisheng!"

"What?"

To An Qisheng's surprise, upon hearing his name, Tong Zhengyang stopped, a look of astonishment appearing on his face for the first time:

"You, what did you say your name was?"