Chapter 87

Wangui actually took his wife and children as hostages. Li Wqing was speechless at Wangui's actions, feeling not just a mix of laughter and tears, but a deep disgust.

Looking at Wangui with a half-smile, Li Wqing mocked, "What does she have to do with me? Do you think you can threaten me by holding her?"

Wangui was taken aback, only now realizing this. However, instead of letting Qifang go, he became even more vicious, saying, "This is none of your business. Anyway, if you come over, I will definitely kill both of them. You righteous heroes always claim not to involve innocent people. If they die because of you, you will be tormented for the rest of your life, won't you?"

Li Wqing continued to mock, "Who told you I am a righteous person?"

Wangui was stunned again. In his fear and madness, his intelligence seemed to have diminished, and he couldn't think clearly.

Shaking his head slightly, Li Wqing no longer wanted to waste words on Wangui. He took a step forward, perfectly executing the Lingbo Step.

In a daze, Wangui felt a shadow flicker in front of him, realizing something was wrong. He tried to use his sword, but found he couldn't press it down.

Li Wqing's two fingers were pinching Wangui's long sword. No matter how much Wangui exerted his internal energy, he couldn't move it an inch.

Holding his own sword with two fingers, Wangui had never encountered such a feat in his life. He was terrified, wishing he had never met such a formidable expert.

"Die!"

With a cold shout, Li Wqing channeled Beiming True Qi through his fingers, and the steel sword snapped into several pieces, the broken blade flying.

With a "thud," before Wangui could react, a heavy palm struck his chest.

"No!"

At the same time, a shocked cry rang out.

Although the palm only used three-tenths of his internal energy, it was more than Wangui could bear. He was thrown ten paces away, landing on the ground and spitting out blood.

Wangui's chest was torn open, revealing a clear palm print that had caved in his chest, clearly a fatal wound.

Hastily placing Kongxincai on the ground, Qifang rushed to Wangui's side and knelt down, seeing his condition and crying out in sorrow, "Guige, Guige."

Wangui could no longer respond. The light in his eyes slowly faded, and with a "spit," he spat out a large mouthful of blood and died.

"Why... why did you kill Guige?"

Staring at Li Wqing's back, Qifang angrily accused him.

Li Wqing's icy gaze swept over Qifang, and he coldly said, "He deserved it!"

Li Wqing, who had emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, exuded a formidable killing aura. Just one glance made Qifang's heart chill, and she fell to the ground in fear.

"I won't kill you today. In the future, be more careful. Take your daughter and find a good family."

Leaving these words, Li Wqing left the Wangui residence.

Exiting the Wangui residence, he checked the spatial mark, and the second task was indeed one-third complete. He only needed to kill Yan Daping and Qi Changfa to complete the task.

He then turned toward the prison in Jiangling County, fighting his way in without mercy, killing three or four prison guards.

In this dark and sunless prison, there were few good people. Each of them had blood on their hands, and few were innocent.

Grabbing a prison guard, he had him lead him to the cell where Ding Dian and Di Yun were being held. The two were sitting cross-legged, possibly practicing the Shenzhao Jing.

Observing the cell, it was a large stone room about two zhang square, with walls made of rough stones and a floor of large stone slabs. A chamber pot was placed in the corner.

Looking at Ding Dian and Di Yun, both had long, unkempt beards and hair that hung to their necks. Their clothes were tattered, making them look like wild men from the mountains.

Both had handcuffs on their hands, leg irons on their feet, and even iron chains through their shoulder blades, a truly terrifying sight.

Just by looking at their appearance, Li Wqing knew they had suffered greatly in this prison. Indeed, they had probably become numb to it.

Sensing the commotion in the prison, Ding Dian and Di Yun stood up and looked at Li Wqing. The three of them remained silent, only staring at each other through the iron bars.

After a long while, Ding Dian spoke first, "Who are you? Did you come for that book?"

"No, no, I didn't come for the Liancheng Jue."

Li Wqing denied it.

Ding Dian shouted angrily, "Since you know about the Liancheng Jue, why deny it? The Liancheng Jue is not in my hands. If you don't believe me, come and try."

Because of the Liancheng Jue, Ding Dian had suffered greatly. The words "Liancheng Jue" had become his obsession, making him see everyone as a threat.

"Good, indeed worthy of Ding Dian. You are truly heroic. Let me see your Shenzhao Jing."

Li Wqing's heroic spirit rose, and he responded.

Reaching out with both hands, he grabbed the iron bars of the cell and pulled with all his might, tearing the thick iron bars apart.

Stepping into the cell, Li Wqing warned, "Brother Ding, I'm about to attack. Be careful."

With that, he lightly slapped Ding Dian with a seemingly powerless palm, but Ding Dian didn't dare to take it lightly and met it with a serious punch.

Li Wqing used the Sancai Guiyuan Palm, which didn't have a strong appearance but was powerful. Ding Dian countered with the Wuying Divine Fist.

"Bang!"

The palm and fist collided, generating a powerful gust of wind. Li Wqing stood firm as a mountain, while Ding Dian was struck by a powerful force, losing his balance and retreating several steps.

Stumbling, Ding Dian only stabilized himself when he hit the stone wall behind him, his face turning pale.

Ding Dian had already achieved some success in practicing the Shenzhao Jing, with deep internal energy, making him a formidable opponent in the world of the Liancheng Jue.

However, compared to Li Wqing's profound Beiming True Qi, there was still a gap. Even without using his full strength, Li Wqing was already superior to Ding Dian.

"Brother Ding, what's wrong?"

Di Yun was greatly concerned, supporting Ding Dian and asking anxiously.

Turning around, he glared at Li Wqing with intense anger. Di Yun attacked with a powerful punch, the wind from his fist strong.

Using the Sancai Guiyuan Palm to guide and lead, Li Wqing deflected Di Yun to the side. He then reached out and grabbed Di Yun's shoulder, pulling out a black, shiny undergarment.

This was a treasure garment, made from the silk of black silkworms from the Great Snow Mountain. The material was indestructible, and the garment was formed by piecing together two pieces of the material.

In coming to the world of the Liancheng Jue, Li Wqing not only wanted to obtain the Shenzhao Jing but also this black silkworm garment.