Chapter 35: Thunderous Fists

  "Junior Brother!!!!!"

  Murong Diao ran to the front of a bloodied and mangled corpse, wailing loudly. Yes, this was indeed the corpse of Chen Pengpeng, who had been brutally killed by the ancient divine technique, with not a single intact spot on his body. Murong Diao was only able to recognize him by the clothes worn by the ruthless old three.

  The current Chen Peng is extremely terrifying, with his red eyes like a murderous demon. The bloodstains on the corners of his mouth reveal his bloodthirsty brutality, standing still and motionless like an evil god, staring at the corpse held by Murong Duan. He will not show mercy to his enemies, and those who dare to offend him will be given unforgettable terror.

  "Junior brother, wake up! Get up and take a look at your senior brother! You can't just keep your eyes closed like this!"

  Murong Duan held the corpse of the cruel Lao San, crying out in grief. He never thought that his Shidi who had been with him through thick and thin would become a cold corpse, he was in extreme pain. What he had to do now was to avenge his dead Shidi!

  "Was it you who killed my junior brother?"

  Murong Yan wiped away the tears on his face, lifted his head and met Chen Pengpeng's eyes. When he noticed Chen Pengpeng's devilish red eyes, his heart trembled slightly. But the thought of hatred quickly brought him back, and he coldly said a sentence.

  "It was I who killed him. How is that? Do you want revenge? Today, I will first kill two of the Murong family, and then trample the entire Murong clan!"

  Chen Peng's voice was like the Nine Serene Magic Domain, making anyone who heard it feel a chill. The former Chen Peng was an ignorant and naive young man, but now he looked like a seasoned warrior! His deep eyes made people unable to see even half a point of fear, only making his enemies feel terrified!

  "Take this! You little beast, you have a big mouth, today I'll personally take your life! How dare you utter such arrogant words saying that our Murong family will be exterminated, die!!!"

  Murong Diao's eyes blazed with fury as he let out a loud roar, his hand instantly forming a palm that chopped towards Chen Pengpeng. This was no ordinary palm strike, for Murong Diao had unleashed seven-tenths of his power. If it were an average person, they would have been sliced into oblivion, and this was no laughing matter. Now was the time when Murong Diao's madness reached its peak, with the killer of his junior brother standing right beside him - how could he possibly let him live so freely in this world?

  "Go and accompany your junior brother then, let him have a companion under the Yellow Springs!"

  Chen Peng is no longer terrifying, he has become a demon who kills without blinking an eye. When the ruthless old three threatened to harm his loved ones and friends, he would no longer show mercy, transforming into a cold-blooded demon! Anyone who offends him will be brutally murdered. The ruthless old three is just an example.

  "Go die!"

  Murong Yu's hand almost split him in two when he suddenly shouted out loud.

  "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

  Chen Pengpeng and Murong Dian clashed with a few palm strikes. Murong Dian flipped backwards, landing on the ground with a "thud" and retreated several steps. Chen Pengpeng, however, remained standing still, as if nothing had happened, making it seem like Murong Dian's seven-part inner strength was useless!

  "You little beast, I never thought you weren't one of us worldly people!"

  Murong Yu retreated back and said aloud.

  "You and your junior brother are just the same, so is the way you speak. You'd better not shout randomly again, or I'll make sure you die in a terrible way!"

  Chen's eyes turned even redder, he was furious. Mu Rong's words had provoked him, who wouldn't get angry when scolded as a bastard? I think no one would not be angry if they were cursed as a bastard, unless they are Russian.

  "Hum! You little beast, you think I'm afraid of you?"

  Murong Dian is now in a state of frenzy, and he also feels that he has not used his full strength yet. His junior brother died miserably in front of this kid, where is the reason for not avenging him? Murong Dian is actually considered a formidable figure in the secular world, but ancient martial arts are ultimately ancient martial arts. Today, the cruel old three and he encountered Chen Pengpeng, it's just their bad luck. Now his Chen Pengpeng can be considered a top-notch expert in the early stage of Yuan Ying, although only in the first layer. When Chen Pengpeng was cultivating the "Crazy Pride of Heaven" ancient divine technique, his tibia and various meridians had already been opened up, plus the tempering of the divine fire had long made him invincible. If it weren't for people from the immortal realm coming down to this earth, there would be no one who could kill him, he can be considered a first-rate celestial body.

  "I told you not to talk nonsense again, and now you've successfully enraged me!"

  Chen Pengpeng finished speaking and suddenly appeared in front of Murong Dian, his speed was so fast that even Murong Dian didn't dare to be careless. Chen Pengpeng simply threw a left hook and right hook at Murong Dian without using any fancy moves. Murong Dian took out the ancient martial arts of the Murong family to counterattack Chen Pengpeng's attack. This wasn't because Chen Pengpeng didn't have the skills from the Cultivation Realm or the Immortal Realm, but rather he just couldn't remember the many martial arts secrets and spiritual medicines that Kuang Zun had given him in the Seven-Colored Divine Finger technique. The reason was that Chen Pengpeng simply didn't like to memorize things. Before he obtained Kuang Zun's Body-Dependent Technique, he was even more stupid than a pig! If it wasn't for the fact that Qiang Can Lao San had offended his reverse scales, this stupid pig would have probably beaten Qiang Can Lao San to death with one punch after another.

  "Drink, Thunderous Fists!"

  Murong Duan was forced into a desperate situation by Chen Peng's unorthodox fighting style, and had no choice but to use his most powerful move. He unleashed his full inner energy without holding back. In this prison, he had never been pushed to such an extent before; it usually took him only a moment to kill someone. But today, he was being beaten by this unknown young man to the point where he couldn't even counterattack. Whether or not he could defeat this young man now depended on this one move.

  "Rumble!"

  A loud crash, and Zhen Pengpeng was sent flying by Murong Duan's Thunderous Fist, landing on the ground without any reaction. Murong Duan had used his strongest move, and his face was as pale as if he had fainted. Seeing that his punch had knocked out this little beast, he felt a lot more at ease. He was certain that anyone who could withstand his Thunderous Fist would still be alive.

  "Junior brother, did you see? I've already avenged you. You can rest in peace beneath the nine springs!"

  Murong Dian saw that Chen Peng didn't make any movement, and finally relaxed in his heart. He covered his chest, knelt in front of the corpse of the cruel old three, and said painfully.

  "Hey boy, wake up! Don't scare me! Get up quickly!"

  Wang Shu saw Chen Peng being coaxed to the ground by Murong Dian, and hurriedly ran over, grasping his body and shaking him while calling out.

  "Hmph, don't shout anymore. He's already gone to the underworld to meet my junior brother, and next it will be your turn!"

  Murong Dian looked at Wang Shu beside him, calling out to this little beast non-stop, and said with disdain.

  "I know I'm no match for you so-called martial arts masters, and as someone who's almost one foot in the grave, what am I afraid of? Hurry up and make your move, let me follow this young fellow to the afterlife, so he'll have some company!"

  The king's uncle looked at Chen Peng in his arms, and suddenly tears flowed down his face. He knew that Chen Peng was a particularly good person. But he couldn't have imagined that generally good people don't live long, and now he's just a young man! Just at the prime of life, unfortunately, he died like this. He felt heartache for Chen Peng, and he hated those with absolutely high martial arts skills even more, helping evil people to do evil things without distinguishing between right and wrong. But he was just an unarmed old policeman, and couldn't do anything earth-shaking.

  "Alright, since you're so eager to meet him, I'll grant your wish!"

  Murong Duan rushed towards Wang Shu with swift footsteps. Although Murong Duan's internal energy was almost depleted, he had recovered a bit when he knelt down in front of his junior brother, Savage Old Three. To kill Wang Shu would be as easy as lifting one's hand. Moreover, Wang Shu was just an ordinary person, killing him would be like crushing an ant, and it would only take Murong Duan a flick of his wrist.

  Wang Shu saw Murong Dian rushing towards him, and he slowly closed his eyes. He thought that underground, he could finally meet with Chen Pengpeng, hoping that underground, he would no longer hold back this young man. At the moment when his eyes were closed, a sincere tear flowed from the corner of his eye.

  When Murong Dian wanted to reach out and strangle Wang Shu, he was suddenly stopped by a hand that grasped his own, rendering him immobile. Wang Shu felt something was off; despite feeling like death was imminent, why hadn't Murong Dian made a move? He was eager to know the reason and opened his eyes to find himself shocked. Murong Dian's hand was less than two centimeters away from his throat, frozen in place without any intention of advancing further. As he looked down, his heart almost leapt out because Chen Penglai had grasped Murong Dian's hand. Moreover, Chen Penglai's eyes were no longer their usual red color but had transformed into an eerie gaze that seemed to hold a malevolent aura, making it terrifying to behold, especially at such close proximity. Yet Wang Shu didn't feel any fear because once again, Chen Penglai had saved his life, and he was overcome with emotion. If not for Chen Penglai, he would have lost count of how many times he'd died by now.

  "Little guy, you're okay now?"

  Wang Shu saw that his eyes were filled with demonic energy, and his voice trembled as he asked. If it were anyone else, they would have reacted the same way as Wang Shu, after all, those eyes were truly terrifying.

  "How...how...why didn't you die?"

  More surprised than Wang Shu, Murong choked back a mouthful of saliva and looked at Chen Peng with terror.

  "Uncle Wang, I promised Miss Huang that nothing would happen to you, so don't worry! Haha... Want me to die? You're not dead yet, how could I possibly die?"

  Chen Peng lay in Wang Shu's arms and comforted him. His crazy laughter echoed throughout the prison.

  "Crack!"

  A loud cracking sound of bones breaking.

  "Ah!!"

  A heart-wrenching and ear-piercing scream erupted at the same time.