Chapter 131: A Fist That Tears the Void!

"Scar, why have you frozen up? Don't tell me a single clap of thunder has scared you silly?"

"Hahaha, keep that to yourself! Don't go shaming us warriors of the Jiang family!"

The group of warriors couldn't help but jeer and taunt as they watched Scar frozen in place.

Only the scarred man, however, stared upward at the scene atop the shipping container, his entire body trembling uncontrollably. His mouth hung open, yet he could not utter a single syllable.

"Hey Scar, if you're not going to make a move, I won't be polite—I'm taking first dibs!"

A man in a leather jacket didn't pay much mind, his hands rubbing together restlessly. His mind was entirely preoccupied with the prospect of having his way with Jiang Zheng. Beyond savoring this breathtakingly beautiful woman, he cared for nothing else.

But just as the leather-jacketed man’s hand was about to brush against Jiang Zheng’s cheek—

*Boom! Boom! Boom!*

An invisible blade of energy instantly sliced through the air, piercing the torrential curtain of rain.

The man in the leather jacket froze mid-motion. Seconds later, a fine line of blood appeared across his throat.

A decapitation in one strike!

A warrior at the Minor Mastery of Internal Energy, felled in a single blow!

Everyone was stunned into silence. They stared blankly along the trajectory of the attack. The thick curtain of rain had been severed in two. Five seconds, ten seconds... half a minute passed. The rain did not close back up; it remained as if it had been carved open by an unseen hand.

They were no strangers to this kind of move. The scarred man himself had thrown a punch earlier that had parted the rain, but his punch, infused with internal energy, had barely held the rain back for two seconds. Yet, nearly a minute had passed, and the rain showed no sign of merging. It was as if the very heavens dared not defy the command of a certain someone.

Only then did they react, their gazes following the scarred man’s line of sight, shifting upward bit by bit.

Standing atop the several-meter-high shipping container was a young man. He stood amidst the gale and downpour, yet the wind—strong enough to shake a century-old tree—could not move him in the slightest. He stood with one hand behind his back, the fingers of the other held together in a gesture, as if he had merely made a gentle swipe through the air.

Even through the hazy curtain of rain, all the warriors recognized him. At the same time, they looked as if they had seen a ghost, frozen in place with terror filling their eyes.

Was this not that good-for-nothing named Qin?

"Doesn't he not even know the address? How did he get here?!"

"Even if he knew the location, there's no way he could have arrived this quickly!"

In the eyes of everyone, nothing remained but sheer disbelief.

The young man took a light step forward, landing on the flat ground with the falling rain. There was no sound. Then, step by step, he walked through the water toward the crowd. For some reason, everyone subconsciously parted to make a path for him. It wasn't that they didn't dare to strike; they couldn't. Their limbs felt as if they were frozen; even lifting a finger was an agonizing struggle.

Qin Mu stopped only when he reached Jiang Zheng, his cold eyes sweeping over her.

"Damn it! You useless piece of trash, what are you posturing for here?!"

Finally, a young warrior at the Minor Mastery of Internal Energy broke through his fear. He clenched his hands into iron fists and charged at Qin Mu!

Qin Mu remained calm and collected. He extended a finger and tapped the air, pointing toward the ground.

*Boom!*

The charging warrior’s body instantly lost control. It was as if he had been crushed under the weight of a massive mountain; he slammed to his knees, his bones shattering instantly upon impact.

After this display, no one else dared to make a move.

It was too eerie.

Qin Mu moved with precision, cutting the ropes binding Jiang Zheng. He gently gathered the semi-conscious girl into his arms and walked toward an empty shipping container.

Jiang Zheng’s consciousness was fading; she lacked the strength to even open her eyes to see who was holding her. But by the mere sensation alone, she let go of all her defenses.

"Big brother..."

He took off his coat and covered her, soaked through by the rain, before producing a jade-green pill and placing it in her mouth.

"Brother is late," Qin Mu said, his voice deep, brimming with heartache.

He stood up, cracked his neck, and turned to the dozens of warriors present.

"I, Qin, never go back on my word."

At these words, everyone’s eyes widened with fury. They knew exactly what he was referring to. He had vowed that if anyone dared to harm Jiang Zheng, he would slaughter their entire clan!

"Slaughter my entire clan?! Who gave a useless waste like you the right to be so arrogant!" A warrior stepped forward, his muscles bulging so violently they tore his clothes apart. The others regained their composure, shifting into formation and surrounding Qin Mu tightly. They had been caught off guard by his sudden arrival, but enough time had passed for them to collect themselves.

"I’ll be the one to cut you down, you piece of trash!"

A warrior with exceptionally thick arms stepped forward, air currents seemingly swirling around his limbs. He was a warrior at the Intermediate Mastery of Internal Energy! In five strides, he covered dozens of meters, unleashing a terrifying surge of internal energy as he threw a punch at Qin Mu!

"Die!" the warrior roared.

But Qin Mu simply tilted his body to the side, and the ferocious punch missed its mark.