Martial Arts Domination: Start with the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique-Chapter 43 - The Malice Arises from the Heart!

But the whole Black Goose City knew that Qi Yan and the others were under his protection!

After his reputation had spread, no one dared to harass them.

He had only left the city for a few days, and someone had already set their sights on them!

Did they really think he would die during the bandit suppression?!

Qin Zheng’s eyes darkened, and a surge of anger rose in his heart.

After confirming there were no other clues in the small courtyard, he immediately turned and left, heading towards the west of the city.

Being alone, it would be somewhat difficult to find a few people in the vast Black Goose City.

But he could start by checking possible suspects!

So far, the only potential enemy Qin Zheng had made in Black Goose City was the Canal Gang!

Therefore, Qin Zheng was going to the Canal Gang first to get some answers!

Although the Canal Gang’s boss, Zhang Wei, had been very enthusiastic in the few times they had met since, not once mentioning the incident of that day.

But who could be sure that the man wasn’t a double-dealer, who, seeing him pursue Zhang Xiuwen and not return for a long time, presumed he had perished at the hands of the bandits?

Thus, they might have taken the opportunity to lay their hands on Qi Yan and the others he had saved, to vent their frustration!

The more Qin Zheng thought about it, the heavier his heart sank.

Two days had already passed.

Fearing that…

Qi Yan and those beggars might have already been unable to withstand the torture and left this world!

With this thought, the rage in Qin Zheng’s heart grew even more turbulent.

At first, he had merely agreed to the old monk’s request to ensure the safety of a few individuals.

But after living together for some time, Qin Zheng, who was not a cold-blooded creature, had already developed a bond with them.

Now, thinking of those young and sensible figures who might have suffered cruel deaths after enduring torture…

A sense of indescribable discomfort arose in Qin Zheng’s heart.

And the figure who would always stay by the stove, hastily preparing meat for him, and who would remind him to be careful every time he left…

Qin Zheng’s eyes gradually turned cold as ice, and his whole body emitted a forbidding aura that warned others to stay away.

His appearance immediately drew sideways glances from people on the street, who also hurriedly made way to avoid touching him.

“Amitabha!”

“Donor, your surging malevolent energy is truly not good, really not good!”

Just then, a monk dressed in white robes stepped forward on the side of the street, blocking Qin Zheng’s path.

“The poor monk only needs a Hundred Taels.

With the donor reciting Buddhist scriptures with me, surely the malevolence in your heart can be resolved, and the killing intent in you can be calmed.”

He put his palms together and looked at Qin Zheng with a smiling face, saying.

Qin Zheng looked at the monk before him, moved around him, and continued walking towards the west of the city.

But at that moment, the monk reached out and grabbed Qin Zheng’s shoulder.

Now the smile on his face had turned colder as he emphasized again, “Donor, the poor monk only needs a Hundred Taels!”

“Scram!!”

The fierce fury flashed in Qin Zheng’s eyes as he shook his shoulder, instantly shaking off the monk’s hand.

The monk’s complexion changed abruptly, becoming vicious as he lunged forward, his hands reaching straight for Qin Zheng’s eyes.

But he underestimated his target.

Qin Zheng extended a hand, swift as a phantom, and struck the monk in the chest.

Bang!

In an instant, the monk was sent flying by the immense force, rolling several times on the ground before suddenly coughing up a mouthful of fresh blood.

Qin Zheng didn’t look at his opponent; after delivering the strike, he turned and continued walking towards the west side of the city.

He hadn’t struck with full force, so the monk was only injured, not dead on the spot.

However, Qin Zheng had used a trace of the Black Evil Palm’s power.

For the following few days, the monk would suffer excruciating pain in his heart.

Whether he could endure it or not was no concern of Qin Zheng’s.

At the moment, Qin Zheng’s heart was full of rage, making him act even more ruthlessly than usual.

As he walked, Qin Zheng unconsciously used his Qinggong, sweeping through the city like a fleeting shadow.

A short while later, he arrived above the riverbank on the western side of the city.

He first approached a dock and grabbed a disciple of the Canal Gang, demanding, “Where’s your boss?!”

The Canal Gang disciple was originally berating some laborers when he was suddenly lifted by a strong force, his heart initially filled with anger.

But as he turned and saw Qin Zheng’s fierce expression, he was almost scared enough to wet himself.

Wasn’t this the same man who pierced through the Hall of Heroes with a single blade just a few days ago?!

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Had the boss provoked him again?!

A wave of fear rose in his heart; he immediately trembled and said, “Master Qin…

the boss is inside, recovering from his injuries…

not here.”

“Lead me there!”

Qin Zheng released him and barked the command coldly.

The Canal Gang’s minor leader nodded repeatedly, leading the way to the Canal Gang headquarters.

The commotion caught the attention of everyone on the dock, with no one knowing what had happened.

Under the guidance of the minor leader, Qin Zheng soon arrived at the entrance of the Canal Gang headquarters.

“Who comes…”

The disciples guarding the entrance initially wanted to stop him when they saw Qin Zheng dressed in coarse linen from afar.

However, upon seeing his face, they all froze, the cold expression turning into obsequious smiles.

Qin Zheng, though, paid these people no mind, following the minor leader straight into the Canal Gang headquarters.

Along the way, witnessing Qin Zheng’s violent demeanor and the intense killing intent emanating from him, members of the Canal Gang felt a chill down their spines.

Before long, Qin Zheng saw Zhang Wei, the boss of the Canal Gang.

Bandages wrapped around him, he was sitting on a reclining chair, attended to by two beauties.

Upon seeing Qin Zheng, surprise flashed across his face, and he immediately waved his hand to dismiss everyone around him.

“Brother Qin, you’ve returned?”

Zhang Wei stood up with a smile on his face.

But Qin Zheng took a step forward, shrugged his shoulder, and the Ghost Head Greatsword fell into his hand.

As the greatsword swung, it seemed as if it could slice through the air.

And finally, the sharp blade’s edge came to rest just above the opponent’s neck.

His swift and fierce motion left no room for hesitation, catching Zhang Wei, a seasoned Sinew Refining Realm martial artist, completely off guard.

In that instant, a heavy sweat broke out on Zhang Wei’s forehead as an intense sense of impending death overwhelmed him!

He was so powerful?!!

At this moment, Zhang Wei’s heart was consumed by frantic shock and profound fear.

“The southern compound where I sheltered those people, where is it?!”

Qin Zheng stared at him, his words concise and his tone icy.