Longevity Begins with the Seven Injuries Fist-Chapter 270 - 170: Wu Xingkong! Ice True Qi! (Part 2)

Chapter 270: Chapter 170: Wu Xingkong! Ice True Qi! (Part 2)

Su Que lightly tapped the rooftop, drawing an arc in the air, and leapt to the second floor of Leqing Tower.

He stopped at the corridor on the second floor and casually knocked out a customer who was about to scream upon seeing him.

Then, he proceeded to other parts of Leqing Tower, searching for Wu Xingkong.

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At this time, Wu Xingkong was in the largest parlor of Leqing Tower.

He sat at the main seat inside, overlooking the heads and deputies of various major sects and gangs from Chuyun Prefecture seated below in two rows.

If it were other prefectures, these sects and gangs might not only cause trouble but also fight among themselves, wasting manpower and resources.

However, under his management in Chuyun Prefecture, these sects and gangs were like subjects under his command.

Each sect and gang managed a region, helping him maintain order, collect money from the common people, and so on.

Tonight was the day of the month when these sects and gangs gave him tribute.

And he would use the tribute tonight to admonish these sects and gangs, balancing reward and threat, urging them to work harder for him.

Wu Xingkong’s fair and slender hands picked up a jade wine vase and took a sip of fruit wine.

Compared to other generals, he didn’t quite resemble one at all.

Whether in appearance or attire.

He had long, smooth hair, usually tied up with a wooden hairpin.

Although nearly fifty years old, he looked like he was in his thirties, with smooth skin.

His lips bore two trimmed moustaches, showing signs of meticulous grooming.

He wore a green scholar’s robe.

Moreover, even on the battlefield, he never wore armor.

Hence, he earned the nickname "Armorless General."

"Sect Leader Luo, tell us about your gang’s situation." Wu Xingkong said leisurely.

At this moment, his face didn’t look good.

Because the tribute of silver coins from the gangs this month was generally less.

Sect Leader Luo, looking worried, timidly got up and walked to the center of the parlor, explaining the gang’s difficulties this month to Wu Xingkong.

It was nothing more than those clichés, which made Wu Xingkong feel vexed.

"Enough, step back." Wu Xingkong waved his hand to dismiss Sect Leader Luo.

Then, with piercing eyes, sweeping over the crowd below, he said in a deep voice:

"Remember, you’ve all been marked by my ’Life and Death Talisman.’

"And only I can relieve you of the ’Life and Death Talisman,’ alleviating your pain when it activates."

"Who?!"

As Wu Xingkong was speaking, he suddenly saw a figure dash to the doorway of the parlor.

The four guard soldiers at the door were instantly struck aside by this figure.

Subsequently, this figure stormed in, rushing straight towards him.

Su Que didn’t answer Wu Xingkong’s words; he ignited his demon nature, demonic qi surged all over.

Using his right hand as a saber, he swung towards Wu Xingkong.

Wu Xingkong couldn’t understand where this person came from, who struck at him immediately upon meeting, leaving him puzzled.

Frowning, he channeled his True Qi, and struck a palm towards Su Que’s Sword Gang.

As his palm struck out, it unleashed a cold Gang Qi, causing the temperature within the parlor to drop sharply.

This was because the True Qi he cultivated was "Ice True Qi."

The cold True Qi could freeze one’s Qi blood and True Qi.

Now, the True Qi had condensed into Gang, forming Ice Gang Qi.

Bam!

Su Que’s Sword Gang collided with Wu Xingkong’s Ice Gang Qi.

A cold gust of wind exploded, sweeping around the room.

The leaders and deputies of those forces, although their martial arts cultivation was not weak and they were impervious to extreme temperatures,

felt a chill when the gust hit their faces.

They all looked at Su Que and Wu Xingkong with surprise in their eyes.

They also didn’t understand why someone suddenly barged in and immediately tried to kill Wu Xingkong.

After blocking Su Que’s Sword Gang with one palm, Wu Xingkong immediately took several steps back.

He didn’t look at his palm, but felt a faint pain.

Seeing Wu Xingkong retreat, Su Que pressed on, splintering wooden planks under his feet.

He transformed into a shadow, pursuing Wu Xingkong.

Wu Xingkong channeled Ice True Qi, employing his signature palm technique to engage Su Que.

Su Que, with demonic qi surging, wielded his right hand as a saber, executing a series of Demon Saber Techniques, attacking Wu Xingkong.

Sword Gang and Palm Gang collided repeatedly, stirring gales that lifted all drapery in the parlor and extinguished the candle flames.

With the full display of the Demon Saber, Su Que felt exhilarated.

The Sword Gang became increasingly dense, cleaving towards Wu Xingkong.

Wu Xingkong’s hands danced frantically, fully utilizing his palm technique; each strike of Ice Gang Qi exploded in the air, turning into visible white mist when hitting the warm air.

However, as soon as the Ice Gang Qi emerged, it was shattered by Su Que’s Sword Gang.

Wu Xingkong was growing more fatigued, his body gradually retreating.

His forehead was covered in sweat, no longer as composed as before.

"Damn it, who are you exactly?!"

Wu Xingkong couldn’t help but shout.

He didn’t recognize this person, and the person seemed intent on killing him as soon as he arrived.

Moreover, this person wouldn’t answer his questions.

Su Que completely ignored Wu Xingkong, simply wielding the Demon Saber.

After all, Wu Xingkong’s Martial Arts Realm was higher than his, leaving no room for negligence.

He planned to cripple Wu Xingkong and then interrogate him about how to execute the "Life and Death Talisman."

After the rapid exchange of dozens of moves, Su Que had already suppressed Wu Xingkong.

There were three saber wounds on Wu Xingkong’s body.

Blood gushed out, staining his green scholar’s robe.

"Damn it, why are you all just standing there, quickly come help me!"

While channeling Ice True Qi to fend off Su Que, Wu Xingkong shouted to the leaders of those forces:

"Only I can dissolve your ’Life and Death Talisman’!"

"If I die, you’ll be trapped between life and death, unable to live or die!"

Hearing Wu Xingkong’s words, those leaders of forces recalled the painful feeling when their "Life and Death Talisman" activated.

Thirty martial arts experts set up a formation, drawing their weapons and channeling their True Qi, preparing to attack Su Que.

Su Que delivered a slash, forcing Wu Xingkong back another step, and said: "Once I capture him, we can jointly interrogate him for the method to execute the ’Life and Death Talisman’."

"Once knowing the method, you can dissolve the ’Life and Death Talisman’ yourselves!"

Upon hearing this, the thirty or so people immediately paused.

Seeing this, Wu Xingkong was furious and shouted:

"You bunch of scum, after this, you won’t be at peace... ah!"

In the middle of his speech, Su Que struck a Sword Gang onto his chest, staining his clothes with blood.

Wu Xingkong’s fear reached its peak, and he shouted to the leaders and deputies of those forces:

"Quickly come help me! Otherwise, I’ll commit suicide and reveal nothing about the ’Life and Death Talisman’!"

"Letting you suffer from the ’Life and Death Talisman’ pain until death!"

Hearing Wu Xingkong’s words, the leaders and deputies of those forces wavered again, setting up a formation to charge at Su Que.

At this moment, Su Que’s demonic qi seemed to have reached its zenith, his right hand saber struck down fiercely!

A Sword Gang descended and slashed again at Wu Xingkong’s chest.

This wound was deeper than the previous ones, exposing the bone.

Wu Xingkong felt the agonizing pain in his chest spreading throughout his body.

His palm movements slowed down.

Su Que’s Demon Saber unfolded completely, breaking through Wu Xingkong’s defense.

He slightly controlled the Demon Saber’s power, slashing a few times in the air with his right hand.

Four small Sword Gang struck Wu Xingkong’s limbs.

Instantly, Wu Xingkong’s tendons in his hands and feet were severed, his hands hung limp, his legs gave way, and he began to fall to the ground.

As Wu Xingkong fell, Su Que grabbed his collar.

Then, exerting force with his feet, he, along with Wu Xingkong, transformed into a shadow, crashing through the wall of the parlor and flying outwards.

"Weren’t you supposed to interrogate Wu Xingkong with us? Why are you taking him away alone?"

Seeing Su Que leaving through the breach, those gang members shouted and chased after Su Que.