Martial Arrogance Dragon Soul-Chapter 268 - 256 Burial Dragon Debate

Tu Lusu directly knelt on the ground, his knees bleeding as the chopsticks pierced straight through them.

Everyone was stunned.

They hadn’t even seen Qin Qing make a move.

In fact... they hadn’t seen Qin Qing make any movement at all.

Tu Lusu let out a miserable howl from his mouth.

The pain was simply too much!

The agony of having one’s knees pierced was unimaginable to the average person.

The other hoodlums around were all dumbfounded.

They hadn’t anticipated that before they could even make a move, Tu Lusu and Zhou Wanfu were already injured, one losing an arm outright, and the other crippled in the legs.

Even if they were fools, they should now understand that the burly man sitting in front of them must be a hidden expert.

For a moment, they didn’t know what to do.

Some among them were already quietly retreating, trying to leave the place.

But then—

Qin Qing flicked his finger.

"Buzzing..."

The air vibrated.

An invisible force instantly spread out.

From the tip of Qin Qing’s finger, a wave of Spiritual Power instantly radiated.

The dozen or so hoodlums around were directly hit by this invisible wave of Spiritual Power.

Pop pop pop pop pop...

The sounds of flesh exploding could be heard.

Blood mist filled the air instantly, and the inn was filled with a thick scent of blood.

The other people in the inn were all shocked.

Initially, they thought that the burly young man would be doomed when they saw Tu Lusu and his men come menacingly, but in reality, these people were merely courting death.

"Thud thud thud thud thud thud..."

The continuous sound of kowtowing was heard.

Tu Lusu was extremely frightened.

By then, he had realized that the man from the Border Pass in front of him was a formidable figure with profound strength.

Being a martial master himself, Tu Lusu had seen some Great Martial Masters in action.

Even those Great Martial Masters were no different.

Which meant that the man in front of him was at least a Great Martial Master.

He had actually tried to extort from a Great Martial Master.

Tu Lusu kept kowtowing to Qin Qing, pleading for mercy, while his glance shifted toward Zhou Wanfu on the other side, filled with resentment. What on earth was Zhou Wanfu thinking to provoke a Great Martial Master?

If his glares could kill, Zhou Wanfu would have already been killed countless times by him.

As for Zhou Wanfu, his mind was equally blank.

The "Feng Yu" he had looked down upon, whom he thought he could manipulate at will after finding Tu Lusu, had now transformed into a terrifying existence that even Tu Lusu had to keep kowtowing to for mercy?

Why would such a formidable person bother storming the Border Pass, and why would he be peddling silk?

Zhou Wanfu was utterly confused.

Then he snapped back to reality, realizing that while Tu Lusu was continuously kowtowing, he, Zhou Wanfu, was still standing there in a daze?

Consequently,

he too immediately knelt on the ground, not minding the pain from his severed arm, and began to forcefully bang his head against the floor with loud thuds.

Both were incessantly kowtowing and begging Qin Qing for mercy.

However, Qin Qing’s eyes remained cold and indifferent.

He felt not the slightest sympathy for the two men.

If today it had not been Qin Qing here, but another merchant braving the Border Pass,

they would likely have ended up with both their possessions and their lives taken.

"Zhou Wanfu. I had already given you a chance; it is you who sought death!" With a wave of his hand, a stream of Spiritual Power directly obliterated Zhou Wanfu.

Seeing this scene, Tu Lusu was even more terrified, his face ashen.

The pleas for mercy from his mouth turned into cries and agonized howls!

However, his howling abruptly ceased.

His entire body was directly blasted into blood and residue.

There was a deathly silence in the inn.

The innkeeper hid behind the counter, trembling all over, not daring to make a sound.

The other guests in the inn also looked at Qin Qing with faces full of fear; at this moment, Qin Qing still retained the rough appearance of a man from the Border Town.

The fact that he had just killed more than a dozen people without a change in expression, not even blinking an eye, undoubtedly made him appear as a mad killer in the eyes of the others.

Those guests quietly left the inn, one after another.

It seemed they feared a wrathful Qin Qing might kill them all.

Qin Qing was naturally not a homicidal maniac.

But for those who deserved death, he would not show the slightest mercy.

"Old Yang... Zhang Ding!"

Qin Qing’s cold demeanor returned to normal as he called out to the two men.

"Cough cough..." Only then did Zhang Ding come to his senses. He tried to respond, but as if holding back a breath that hadn’t settled, he began to cough violently.

Old Yang displayed a helpless and bitter smile as well, although he had already made some guesses that Qin Qing was a Martial Artist.

But he had never imagined that Qin Qing’s strength would be so tremendous!

"Brother Feng Yu, you really fooled us good!" Old Yang shook his head and said.

"Sorry. Old Yang, Zhang Ding! I had no other choice!" Qin Qing clasped his fists, "Actually, my name is not Feng Yu, it’s Qin Qing!"

Qin Qing confessed truthfully.

Arriving in Wu City, he no longer needed to hide his true identity.

Even though his reputation had spread far and wide in Luochuan or Tianjue, in this Northern Borderlands’ Wu City, there shouldn’t be many who had heard his name.

"I understand!" Old Yang said with a nod after a brief respite, "Brother Qin, as practitioners of Martial Dao Cultivation, you naturally would have all sorts of enemies. I can see that Brother Qin is a person of character, and it’s inevitable to offend enemies!"

"Qin... Qin..." Zhang Ding originally wanted to address Qin Qing as Brother Qin, but the words got stuck as they reached his lips, and he found himself unable to utter them.

He felt unworthy to be Qin Qing’s brother.

Previously, he had thought Qin Qing was just a merchant like him, trying his luck at the Border Pass, so he had no reservations.

But now knowing that Qin Qing was actually a powerful Martial Arts practitioner, a sense of insurmountable inferiority arose within him.

"No worries, call me whatever you feel comfortable with!" Qin Qing, perceiving Zhang Ding’s thoughts, said with a light smile and a wave of his hand.

"That’s right!" Old Yang also said, "Brother Qin is not the sort who gets hung up on formalities."

But Zhang Ding still couldn’t get over that hurdle; he gave a wry smile and picked up a bowl of wine, his hand shaking uncontrollably, "For all the care along the way, I thank you both. I, Zhang Ding, have nothing to offer in return, so please accept this bowl of wine as a token of my gratitude!"

Zhang Ding drank it down in one gulp, then bade farewell to Qin Qing and Old Yang before departing.

"What a coward!" Old Yang said with a laugh, shaking his head.

Qin Qing also smiled gently but understood Zhang Ding’s feelings.

Zhang Ding was a bit conservative by nature, appeared honest and straightforward, but wasn’t really so simple or naive; he had his small schemes, or rather, a bit of selfishness.

He knew his own limitations and had no intention of currying favor with a Martial Artist like Qin Qing; he merely wanted to steer clear of the whirlpool to avoid trouble for himself.

All along, his idea was to make a fortune at the Border Pass this time, earn enough money to take a wife, and give his mother a grandson.

Such a simple little wish.

In this world, the vast majority of people are just like Zhang Ding, ordinary folks without grand ambitions.

All they want is to live their peaceful little lives.

Therefore, their small selfishness and quirks are completely understandable.

Qin Qing and Old Yang, on the other hand, got along quite well.

The two acted as if nothing had happened, as if they hadn’t just killed over a dozen people.

They continued to drink a large jar of wine together.

In the meantime, the City Lord’s Mansion did not dispatch Mansion Soldiers to deal with Qin Qing.

It seemed they had made an assessment of Qin Qing’s strength and believed that even if the City Lord’s Mansion took action against Qin Qing, it would likely be a big trouble.

So, they simply ignored the incident; after all, the ones who died were just a few insignificant ruffians.

Such is the law of survival.

With Qin Qing’s current strength, he was more than capable of trampling the rules of this Border Town.

The establishment of rules has always been meant to restrain the weak...

This was once again proven.

After the round of drinks, Qin Qing and Old Yang parted ways, and he gifted all the silk to Old Yang.

For Qin Qing, such worldly possessions were simply inconsequential.

Afterward, Qin Qing found a store and bought a map of the Northern Pass.

When he left the Great Qian Martial Institute, Bai Qiuhe had indeed given Qin Qing a map, but it was too rudimentary; Qin Qing needed a detailed map of the Northern Borderlands.

Having acquired the map, Qin Qing planned to leave Wu City and search for the Burial Dragon Cave mentioned by Bai Qiuhe on his own.

But just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard many people at the city gate’s notice board engaged in a heated discussion.

The conversation involved words related to Heavenly Lake Palace and the Burial Dragon Stele.

"Heavenly Lake Palace... Burial Dragon Stele?"

Moved with curiosity, Qin Qing thought to himself.

"Burial Dragon Stele, Burial Dragon Cave... Could it be that those steles are the Burial Dragon Stele?"

"What is the relationship between Heavenly Lake Palace and the Burial Dragon Stele?"

Qin Qing approached and asked a young man nearby, "My friend, what are you discussing?"

The young man glanced at Qin Qing and suddenly turned pale with fear.

"It’s you?"

He blurted out instinctively, his legs beginning to tremble uncontrollably.

Turns out, he had been in the inn when Qin Qing had killed those people.

Now, seeing this god of slaughter standing right before him and addressing him directly, how could he not be frightened?

"What were you just discussing?"

Seeing the young man’s reaction, Qin Qing deliberately lowered his voice.

"Yes... yes, I’ll tell you!" The young man’s voice trembled, he quickly said, "In the next few days, Heavenly Lake Palace is going to hold a Burial Dragon Debate..."

"Burial Dragon Debate? What does that mean?"

"It is said that when the Burial Dragon Cave was opened, Heavenly Lake Palace obtained two Burial Dragon Steles. But over the years, the mysteries of the steles have never been fully unraveled. So... Heavenly Lake Palace is hosting the Burial Dragon Debate. And this time, the elder of Heavenly Lake Palace will personally attend the debate..." The young man hastily told Qin Qing everything.

"Burial Dragon Debate? The elder of Heavenly Lake Palace will personally participate?"

A hint of a smile appeared on Qin Qing’s face.

He had originally planned to visit Burial Dragon Cave himself.

Now it looked as though there was no need to go out of his way...

He had thought that he wouldn’t have any involvement with Heavenly Lake Palace, but now it seemed he would have to pay a visit after all...