"You little guy actually values ​​brotherhood quite a bit, much better than your older brother who ran away from the start."
Yang Cheng reached into the poisonous fog with one hand and smashed Cui Letao's arm with a punch. Then he grabbed Cui Letao's head and slammed it to the ground!
In an instant, bright red blood flowed all over the ground.
The Five Poison Child's concoction of potent poisons might be troublesome for ordinary martial artists, and even grandmasters could be affected.
However, Yang Cheng's physical body was simply too strong, naturally possessing an extremely strong resistance to various poisons.
Therefore, in Yang Cheng's eyes, the Five Poison Child was utterly vulnerable.
Carrying the two corpses, Yang Cheng leaped directly out of Zuiyue Tower.
Although the fierce fighting on the Drunken Moon Pavilion only lasted for a short while, it had already attracted the attention of many martial artists.
When they saw the corpses of Shen Yuan and the Five Poisons Child, all the martial arts practitioners in the crowd were horrified and shocked.
In their eyes, the Three Evils of Eastern Sichuan were already considered masters among masters, and the three of them working together were equivalent to martial arts grandmasters.
As a result, in the hands of Yang Cheng of Zhenwu Hall, he was beaten to a pulp in less than a quarter of an hour and dragged out like a dead dog.
Yang Cheng stepped on the head of the Five Poison Child and said coldly, "Du Jiao, you are supposed to be the leader of the Three Evils of Eastern Sichuan, but your sworn brotherhood is nothing but empty words."
Your two brothers' bodies are right here. What, don't you want to collect their remains?
Of course, it's no use trying to escape.
"With martial law in the capital for three days, do you think you can escape?"
A moment later, in a courtyard next to Zuiyue Tower, Du Jiao, his eyes red, leaped out, but did not fight Yang Cheng.
"Lord Yang, we three brothers were blind to your greatness this time and were defeated by a grandmaster like you. We admit defeat!"
The onlookers were immediately in an uproar, staring at Yang Cheng in shock.
This young Grand Commander of the Zhenwu Hall is actually a martial arts grandmaster? Is he on the same level as Abbot Fakong of Shaolin Temple and Master Xuanwei of Xuanzhen Daoist Sect?
In fact, Yang Cheng has not yet reached the true level of the Eight Gates. At most, he is between the peak of the Ninth Revolution and the Eight Gates, and cannot be considered a top-level grandmaster.
However, his secret techniques were extremely effective against the three of them, and Du Jiao had initially fled out of fear, which is why Yang Cheng was able to easily kill the two of them.
With red eyes, Du Jiao continued, "As long as you, sir, are willing to spare my life and return the bodies of my two brothers, I am willing to go to the Zhenwu Hall to register my case and never set foot in the capital again in this lifetime!"
Yang Cheng shook his head and said, "It's too late. Your two brothers are dead, and you will die too."
Not only will you die, but as typical examples of the first batch of violent suppressions by the Zhenwu Hall, the heads of the three of you will be hung on the city gate tower and exposed to the sun for a month as a warning to others.
Du Jiao roared furiously, "Yang Cheng! Killing someone is just a matter of beheading them! Do you really want to take things to the extreme?"
Besides, there are many other evil masters in the capital, not just the three of us brothers. Why should we be the ones to be wiped out by you? Is that fair?
Yang Cheng said calmly, "I already said, it's just that you guys are unlucky. It's your information that was right at the top, and I saw it at a glance."
And you dare talk to me about fairness? Do those who are killed and robbed because you coveted their treasures feel it's fair? Do those who are wantonly slaughtered because you're in a moment of displeasure feel it's fair?
"You three deserved to die. If you want revenge as ghosts, try to come together on the fifteenth of July, and I'll take care of you all at once!"
"I'll fight you to the death!"
Du Jiao's eyes erupted with murderous intent, and blood mist and demonic energy emanated from his body. With a palm strike, the demonic energy in the sky transformed into a black demonic shadow that rushed straight towards Yang Cheng!
Du Jiao's nickname, "Heavenly Demon Hand," was not because he was a disciple of the Demonic Sect.
In reality, he only obtained an ancient demonic sect's cultivation technique by chance, and that's how he got to where he is today.
His Heavenly Demon Hand is impervious to all magic and as hard as metal. As long as the demonic energy is condensed to the extreme, it can manifest a phantom of a Heavenly Demon to erode the opponent's inner strength and essence.
Yang Cheng neither dodged nor evaded, nor even used the Imperial Guard's saber. Instead, he directly unleashed his Blood Oath and threw a punch!
Du Jiao's black demonic hand collided with Yang Cheng's punch, and the surrounding airflow exploded instantly. The extreme force even overturned the stone bricks several feet away.
Yang Cheng remained motionless, but Du Jiao was forced back half a step by the force of the recoil.
But at this moment, a terrifying vortex of true energy appeared around Yang Cheng, and the illusory image of the Heavenly Demon condensed from his dense demonic energy was instantly torn apart.
But Du Jiao was already determined to fight to the death. His Heavenly Demon Hand had turned pitch black, and he unleashed one palm after another at Yang Cheng.
The contest between the two reached the pinnacle of physical prowess, which terrified everyone watching. However, even some newcomers to the martial arts world could tell that Yang Cheng was putting on a show, while Du Jiao was already at his limit.
In the end, Du Jiao was even horrified to discover that his internal energy had been completely sucked away by the terrifying vortex at some unknown time, and even the Heavenly Demon Hand had lost its demonic energy, leaving only his scarred hands.
The next moment, a surge of power poured into Du Jiao's body. Before he could react, Du Jiao was completely burst apart!
Du Jiao's body was no longer visible in the pervasive blood mist; only his head remained, held in Yang Cheng's hand, his eyes wide open, seemingly still flashing with terror.
As the blood mist dissipated, the entire long street fell silent, and even in broad daylight, the chill in everyone's hearts could not be dispelled.
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