Chapter 92: 92. The Crushing Posture of the Purity Body

Of course, Mo Yue hadn’t finished speaking.

He immediately looked at Huaikong beside him, then said coldly, “Demon Chef Huaikong, remember to give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise I will make you understand that even if you have many Great Demons and Profound cultivators behind you, I dare to kill you just the same! Mo Lin, what are you still looking at? Do I need to do it myself?”

“I…”

Mo Lin looked troubled, glanced at Wen Ping, but Li Kongshan beside him wouldn’t let the opportunity slip away nor give Wen Ping any room to maneuver, and immediately signaled to the attendant beside him.

“Someone, seize Wen Ping of the Immortal Sect for me!” An angered shout resonated in the room.

The attendant beside Li Kongshan immediately stepped forward, the long knife clanked out of its sheath, a flash of cold light appeared, and the blade was pointed directly at Wen Ping’s body, the nearest knife already pressed against his clothes.

Then the two were about to move forward to seize Wen Ping and escort him out of the room. But it was at this moment that Wen Ping suddenly took a step forward, the guard hadn’t had time to move, and the knife was still pressed against his abdomen.

“You!”

The guard saw this and exclaimed in shock, thinking Wen Ping was about to commit suicide out of guilt. But shocked as he was, he didn’t intend to withdraw the knife, still holding it firmly against Wen Ping, simultaneously increasing the qi strength in his hand.

But at this moment, the knife started to change along with Wen Ping’s step, gradually softening like a willow twig.

Pa!

The guard retreated two steps in surprise, unable to grip the twisted knife firmly, causing it to fall to the ground.

Wen Ping’s cold voice drifted over, “I’m just here to make money, Li Kongshan, why are you deliberately looking for trouble?”

Seeing this, Li Kongshan was startled in his heart; he clearly understood the hardness of this knife, forged by the Immortal Sect. Ordinary iron knives couldn’t even withstand one blow, yet Wen Ping bent it with his body.

This power makes one hard to fathom. But he didn’t fear, even if Wen Ping had some power.

Because this is the branch of the Hundred Sects Alliance!

“I just can’t stand the acts of petty men… and dare to resist!”

Who in this room doesn’t know Yang Zongxian and Huaikong are either at Body Refining Twelfth Layer or Peak Thirteenth Layer?

Just as Li Kongshan had anticipated, Mo Yue’s voice rang out, “What are you standing there for? Drag him out for me.”

“Yes!”

Li Kongshan responded first, then pushed aside the attendant beside him with both hands, stepped forward with his right foot, and suddenly retracted one hand, forming it into the shape of an eagle’s claw, directly aiming at Wen Ping’s shoulder.

But Wen Ping just stood there without moving, watching his hand claw coming towards him.

Seeing this scene, Li Kongshan smiled subtly, naturally because of Wen Ping’s dullness and arrogance. His claw could tear bark off a tree; bending a knife didn’t mean he could withstand his claw.

“Hmm?”

However, when his hand clawed down with force, it felt as if it had gripped a hard Vajra Rock.

As his expression changed slightly, Wen Ping’s voice came, “Steward Li, are you scratching me?”

Li Kongshan was secretly shocked but didn’t want to admit failure, “Hmph, ignorant child. I planned to spare you due to knowing your father, but you don’t appreciate it. It looks like today I’ll have to take an arm off you to teach you respect!”

“Steward Li, please go ahead.”

Wen Ping didn’t intend to hurry to counterattack. He also wanted to see just how bizarre the Pseudo-Pure Body was.

After Wen Ping taunted him like that, Li Kongshan didn’t hold back, using both hands at once, clawing towards Wen Ping’s shoulders simultaneously. Ten fingers were infused with qi, making them stronger and sharper.

Great Success–Tearing Claw!

Action!

Seeing this, Huaikong immediately spoke up, “Li Kongshan, using Inner Qi Release against a junior, don’t you have any shame?”

“Killing, as long as it’s done, why bother with the method.” Li Kongshan’s voice came eerily.

“Elder Mo Yue, I can explain this matter.” Seeing Li Kongshan had no intention to stop, Huaikong hurriedly turned to Mo Yue for help. After all, Mo Yue held the highest status here and the only one who could stop Li Kongshan.

However, Mo Yue seemed to ignore Huaikong’s words completely, only staring ahead but still responded to Huaikong’s question, “Deal with yourself first, Huaikong. I will settle accounts with you too.”

Huaikong quickly explained, “But Sect Leader Wen truly understands medical cuisine and is genuinely here to save you, Li Kongshan’s words are completely groundless. You only need to allow Sect Leader Wen to try; if he can’t cure your ailment, everything will become clear, and if not, it’s never too late to kill him.”

“I thought you would say ‘I can save you, but you have to spare him’.” Mo Yue sneered.

Huaikong was speechless, knowing it was useless to say more. He reluctantly lowered his head, sighed, and retreated a few steps, feeling regret for asking Wen Ping to save Mo Yue.

He should’ve known that saving someone doesn’t always end well.

Especially saving the madman Mo Yue.

“Ah!”

Suddenly, a painful cry rang out.

Huaikong’s eyes narrowed, immediately turning back, thinking Wen Ping was the one screaming, but upon seeing, he was stunned.

Wen Ping was seen holding Li Kongshan’s arm with one hand, quickly twisting it in one direction, Li Kongshan was caught off guard and flipped directly to the ground. No longer with his previous arrogance, nor with the former domineering manner.

Now Li Kongshan resembled a caught night cat, calling out chaotically, “Let go, let go!”

Ka!

The sound of bones cracking followed.

Wen Ping acted as if he heard nothing, continuing to twist his hand until his arm was turned entirely 360 degrees.

Then, Wen Ping’s indifferent voice came, “Li Kongshan, turns out, you are this weak!”

As his words fell, the shock in everyone’s hearts made them forget what they should be doing.

Especially Jiang Yueye, who knew Wen Ping’s realm, at least half a month ago, knew Wen Ping was between Body Refining Seventh Layer and Eighth Layer. Because Wen Ping submitted his Star Promotion materials back then stating that.

“What is going on?”

Jiang Yueye murmured to herself dumbly, her tone filled with bewilderment and surprise.

The power Wen Ping was showing now didn’t resemble one of Body Refining Seventh or Eighth Layer but more like a Peak Body Refining Cultivator long settled at Body Refining Thirteenth Layer. Otherwise, how could he twist off Li Kongshan’s hand?

Perhaps Li Kongshan underestimated him, but no matter how much he underestimated, Li Kongshan was already a Peak Body Refining Cultivator.

“Why are you still hesitating?” Li Kongshan gritted his teeth, holding his left hand with his right, struggled to get up, retreated a few steps, glanced over at the dumbstruck stewards beside him, and immediately his anger surged.

Wen Ping glanced at the Hundred Sects Alliance stewards around, cold anger flickered in his eyes, then he drew the Night Demon from his waist, and slowly spat a sentence, “If you keep coming, I will kill!”