I meet all the requirements for becoming a god in this world!

According to Cheng Laiyun.

It was no less powerful than a thunderclap, striking everyone's heart.

"Gulp~"

Even some of the bailiffs from the Tongpan Division swallowed hard and opened their mouths wide.

They looked over here in disbelief.

No... Brother.

Is this something we can hear?

Zhang Lai's expression changed from cold to astonished, and then she narrowed her eyes.

"Okay, okay!!"

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

He was so angry that he laughed instead.

The expression on his face seemed to indicate that he was extremely happy.

They couldn't help but applaud!

Sudden.

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Zhang Lai turned her head away, her face expressionless.

With his back to Cheng Laiyun, he calmly walked straight to his original seat.

On the way, he gestured with his chin toward the seventh-rank guard.

He uttered three words calmly:

"Kill him."

As he spoke, he took a deep breath and sat back down in the chair.

"yes!"

The guard stepped forward silently.

He looked Cheng Laiyun up and down, his gaze becoming more serious.

He used 70% of his strength in that kick, striking the opponent in the abdomen; any other eighth-rank opponent would have been dead long ago.

But the person in front of me...

Cheng Laiyun didn't give him time to figure it out.

He took a step forward.

He punched the guard in the face!

The deep blue light surged like blood, illuminating the entire dark gold arm!

The guard dodged to the side and then punched him in the ribs with his backhand!

"Bang!"

A dull thud exploded.

Cheng Laiyun took a half step back.

A faint white mark was left on the dark gold armor leaf, and with a flash of inspiration, the white mark disappeared.

The guard's face was flushed.

His brows were furrowed tightly.

This armor... is much tougher than he imagined.

Instead of retreating, Cheng Laiyun advanced and threw another punch!

The guard parries and retaliates!

The two were locked in a fierce battle in the courtyard!

Punches and kicks flew back and forth, accompanied by continuous muffled thuds!

Every punch the guard landed on Cheng Laiyun, but the armor was like a tortoise shell, impossible to penetrate.

The fist slammed into the armor leaf, producing a muffled "bang," and the shockwave spread outwards, causing dust to fly up in the yard.

But Cheng Laiyun's punches became increasingly heavy.

One punch.

Two punches.

Three punches.

Each punch that landed on the guard's parrying arm made his hand go numb.

The guard's breathing began to become erratic.

He found that he couldn't control this eighth-rank official.

Zhang Lai stood to one side.

The folding fan in his hand stopped moving at some point.

He stared at the two figures locked in combat, his fists clenched tightly together beneath his sleeves.

How is that possible?!

How could this be?!

He could tell.

His own guards had already exhausted all their strength.

The other party was just an ordinary eighth-rank Mo cultivator...

He wasn't the only one in a hurry.

In the arena, the guards of the seventh-rank martial artist also became anxious.

"Mountain Shake!!"

He roared and frantically circulated his martial arts energy.

His clothes bulged out all over!

With all his might, he punched Cheng Laiyun in the chest!

He used all his strength in that punch; the wind from the punch was so strong that it tore the air apart!

Cheng Laiyun neither dodged nor avoided.

We'll just have to tough it out!

"Bang!!!"

The fist slammed into the breastplate, causing the dark gold armor plate to dent violently, and spiritual light flashed wildly!

But Cheng Laiyun, inside the giant statue, felt nothing at all.

At the same time.

His fist slammed into the guard's face!

"Bang!!!"

The guard was sent flying, crashing to the ground and rolling twice before finally coming to a stop.

He covered his face and got up, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, half of his face already swollen.

"Hey, you're definitely tougher than those three."

Cheng Laiyun blinked.

A surge of heat gradually rose within his body.

Fight!

A battle without taking damage.

A real man fights with brutal force!

But when you get to the meat shop.

If it comes to my flesh, then skip it.

A faint fist mark remained on the nail plate on its chest, slowly recovering as spiritual light flowed through it.

Zhang Lai's throat bobbed.

For the first time, he really looked at Cheng Laiyun—not at his identity as a disciple of the Mo Sect, but at the person himself.

Just then, a whooshing sound came from the side!

Zhang Lai's pupils constricted sharply, and he instinctively stepped back!

The torch grazed his face and landed with a "thud" on the wall behind him, the torch vibrating and humming!

Xu Jiayin summoned the flying torch at some point.

She stood on the flying torch platform, looking down at Zhang Lai.

Young Miss!

Extraordinary!!

Their first move was aimed directly at the bandit leader!

Zhang Lai's face turned ashen:

"Xu Jiayin! How dare you!!"

Before he could finish speaking, Cheng started exercising!

Taking advantage of the guard's momentary distraction, he stepped in front of him and punched him in the chest!

The guard was knocked back three steps by the impact!

Before she could even stand still, Xu Jiayin had already summoned the flying torch back.

At the same time, the flying torches exploded like a hedgehog!

Several mechanical arms grew out.

His arm instantly transformed into a cone-shaped spike, gleaming coldly, and thrust forward!

Three tentacles pierced his back, ribs, and throat from different angles!

The guards roared and desperately blocked the attack.

However... he was just an ordinary martial artist.

He's nowhere near as good as that seventh-rank martial artist with metal-attribute supernatural powers I encountered last time!

He managed to knock the two tentacles away, deviating from their intended trajectory.

But the third thorn, without a doubt, pierced his shoulder!

Blood spurted out and splattered all over the ground!

The guard let out a muffled groan and swayed.

At the same time, Cheng Laiyun's fist, carrying boundless power, arrived!

One punch.

"Snap!"

The sound of the sternum collapsing was so crisp it sent chills down your spine.

The guard looked down and saw a dent in his chest, and there was a dark gold fist embedded in the dent.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but instead spat out a mouthful of blood.

Cheng Laiyun withdrew his fist.

The guard swayed.

He collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The eyes were still open, but the light had already died down.

A seventh-rank military officer.

Such a sight is extremely rare in the entire Qingzhou Prefecture!

Yet, in those few short breaths, he died so swiftly.

The courtyard was deathly quiet.

The wind is still blowing.

The peach blossoms are still falling.

A petal landed on the guard's face, covering his half-open eyes.

Zhang Lai stood there.

The expression on his face had completely frozen.

He looked at the corpse on the ground, at the shocking fist mark on the corpse's chest, at the blood still flowing out, and his gaze slowly shifted to Cheng Laiyun, and then to Xu Jiayin.

His lips moved.

No sound was made.

Cheng Laiyun shook the blood off his hands and walked towards him.

Zhang Lai took a step back.

Cheng Laiyun took another step.

Zhang Lai took another step back.

His back hit the courtyard wall.

There's no road.

Cheng Laiyun walked up to him and stopped.

The towering statue looked down at him, casting a shadow that enveloped him completely.

Zhang Lai raised her head and met the eyes that were looking at her through the visor.

Eyes facing each other.

Cheng Laiyun raised his hand.

A giant, dark golden hand opened.

"Snapped!"

He slapped Zhang Lai across the face.

The sound was crisp and clear, and could be heard throughout the entire courtyard.

"Click."

This slap caused Zhang Lai's originally prominent cheekbones to become sunken.

Zhang Lai was left without guards.

He was just an ordinary eighth-rank Confucian scholar.

At this moment, in Cheng Laiyun's hands, it was just a lump of dough, which he could manipulate at will.

This is not over yet.

"Whoosh."

Cheng Laiyun's large hand grabbed Zhang Lai's hair.

His face, which was no longer human, was revealed.

A detached voice emanated from the imposing colossus:

"Kneel down."

Since we've already offended them...

Then let's just go ahead and offend them to death!

Cheng Laiyun was already secretly making plans in his mind.

If he were Zhang Lai's father.

Zhang Hong, a fifth-rank Confucian scholar with supernatural powers, has come in person.

All his cards combined.

I wonder if I can kill him too?