Chapitre 21: Chapter 21: The Killer, Shen Qing!
Crash!
As soon as Shen Qing spoke, everyone present was stunned.
They never expected that, facing the accusations of the Chen family and the tragic situation of the Tian Family, Shen Qing would actually... accept it.
Uncle Shen the Second urgently said, "Qingzi, have you gone mad!"
After speaking, he quickly stepped forward and explained, "Chen the Eldest, he's young and immature, just talking nonsense."
Standing beside him, Shen Qing glanced at Shen the Second, noticing that when he spoke, his hands were trembling slightly, clearly frightened.
But Chen Yuan wouldn't give up such a rare opportunity so easily.
The opportunity from the Shen Shou Sect was right in front of him.
It was just a matter of opening the path with silver.
He said coldly, "Just because he's young, doesn't mean he can't kill?"
"Chen the Eldest, my elder brother only has one son. If he dies, how could I face my elder brother? Be generous, spare Qingzi. I... I'll make sure to sell my future hunts to your family."
Shen the Second knew that from today, he would surely offend Chen Yuan, but at this point, he had no choice but to stand up.
The villagers all knew he had always protected his nephew, but when it truly mattered, he became a coward.
This was something he absolutely could not accept.
He didn't want to live under the scorn of others.
The surrounding villagers felt a sense of sympathy seeing this.
Recently, Chen Yuan had been visiting Shen Qing's house frequently, and everyone knew his intentions.
Today, Chen Yuan seized this opportunity and would certainly not let it go easily.
Shen Qing must have realized this, which is why he took the initiative to confess.
How pitiful!
But knowing all this, at most, they could only offer silent sympathy.
No one dared to stand out like Shen the Second.
Facing the Chen family, they dared to feel angry but didn't dare to speak.
Shen Qing glanced around, taking in everyone's reactions.
He laughed softly, placing his hands on Shen the Second's trembling ones, and shook his head, saying, "It's useless. At this point, how could Chen Yuan let me go?"
Uncle Shen the Second opened his mouth, wanting to say more, but saw that Shen Qing was already walking towards Chen Yuan.
Though Shen Qing was only fifteen years old, thanks to recent training and meat nourishment, his body had become more robust.
He looked directly at Chen Yuan and said with an unfaltering expression, "Do you want to know how your brother died back then?"
The expression on Chen Yuan's face gradually faded, and he narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing Shen Qing.
Finding something amiss.
Shen Qing was too calm.
He showed no sign of fear.
It simply didn't make sense.
Not only him, but others also found Shen Qing somewhat unfamiliar as they looked at him.
Shen Qing ignored the astonished glances.
As he approached Chen Yuan, he said, "Your third brother, Chen An, I shot two arrows through his heart before he could react. His eyes were wide open like copper bells when he died."
"Your second brother, Chen Tai, I shot through the throat with an arrow. He couldn't even scream, and his last breaths were like a broken bellows."
As he said this, Shen Qing arrived in front of Chen Yuan, looking him in the eye, "So... what will you do?"
The scene fell into deadly silence.
The next moment, Chen Yuan felt a surge of anger from his spine to the top of his head, akin to a volcanic eruption, and roared, "You're asking for death!"
Enraged, Chen Yuan threw a punch at Shen Qing, his momentum fierce as wind.
Shen Qing's five fingers clamped around Chen Yuan's wrist like a vice.
Chen Yuan attempted to withdraw his wrist, only to find Shen Qing's five fingers were like pincers, making it impossible to pull out.
Shen Qing's eyelids lifted slightly, revealing a chill.
At that moment, in his eyes, Chen Yuan was no different from regular prey.
He suddenly stomped forward.
With a dull thud, he kicked Chen Yuan in the stomach.
The Qi-Blood surged throughout his body at the moment he struck, pouring fully into his right leg, tightening the muscles on the sides of his thighs with iron-like strength, unleashing a terrifying force.
Chen Yuan was lifted off his feet, his whole body airborne.
Shen Qing took advantage of the situation, pulling Chen Yuan forward with a twist.
Thud.
The tall and burly Chen Yuan was laid flat by Shen Qing, crashing heavily onto the ground.
Shen Qing twisted his wrist.
Crack, crack, crack...
Chen Yuan's wrist bones were thoroughly crushed by Shen Qing, causing him to emit piercing screams.
Shen Qing remained indifferent, sitting expressionlessly on Chen Yuan's back. He grabbed his hair, lifting his face.
His sharp eyes caught sight of a broken arrow with an arrowhead among the pile of junk tossed out during the raid by Chen Yuan and the others.
Shen Qing quickly snatched it, hesitated not a single heartbeat, and stabbed it into Chen Yuan's throat as if slaughtering prey.
The rusted arrowhead pierced through the other side of Chen Yuan's neck, a small tip emerging, and blood spurted out like a fountain.
"Gh... gh..."
Chen Yuan wanted to speak, yet couldn't utter a word, as blood foamed from his mouth and nose.
Shen Qing wiped the blood from his face, finding Chen Yuan not that impressive after all.
He couldn't understand why everyone feared such a person.
"Ah, murder! You've killed Chen Yuan!"
Nearby, Chen Dajiang shouted frantically, snapping everyone present out of their stupor and into chaos.
The Chen family clansmen who were restraining the Tian Family exchanged glances, and, facing Shen Qing's overwhelming presence, they instinctively loosened their hold on the Tian Family, retreating two steps back.
They never imagined Shen Qing would dare to use deadly force, killing the mountain driver's eldest son in front of everyone.
Swift and decisive!
Without the slightest hesitation.
Suddenly, their scalps tingled, and their hearts filled with dread.
Some less brave individuals shook so violently they couldn't even stand.
"He really did it!"
"I never thought the eldest of the Shen family was so ruthless."
"I thought Chen Yuan was trained in Martial Arts, yet he couldn't even beat Shen Qing. Had I known he was so weak, I'd have fought back that day instead of holding back."
All the onlookers were astounded.
Uncle Shen the Second was so shocked he could barely speak.
In his memory, Shen Qing had always been an honest, obedient child.
His skills were mediocre, timid, and not very clever.
Because of this, he was always submissive to everyone.
But the Shen Qing before him now emanated an ominous aura, brimming with murderous intent.
The fierceness he exuded surpassed even that of the village's veteran hunters, sending a chill through the bones.
Shen Qing ignored the crowd and turned his gaze towards Chen Dajiang.
Chen Dajiang's scalp tingled, the chill spreading from his head to his toes.
Shen Qing took a deep breath, his Qi-Blood surged, and his face flushed red.
The muscles in his thighs swelled, and under the aid of the Qi-Blood, an immense power far surpassing usual was unleashed.
He looked directly at Chen Dajiang and said, "I never expected that as a neighbor, you could be so shameless. But do you know, those who stand out first usually die the fastest."
"I didn't do anything, just talking nonsense, let me go..."
Just as Chen Dajiang tried to explain, Shen Qing whipped out a leg to strike.
Bang!
Chen Dajiang, who was standing, let out a miserable cry as both his legs snapped, crumpling to the ground.
Clearly, Shen Qing had no intention of sparing him.
He was vindictive and small-hearted by nature.
Things that could be settled today would never be postponed to tomorrow.
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