Chapter 83 – Sheltering from the Snow and Wind in a Mountain God Temple Two (1/2)

Wan Hao and Wei Dandong’s expressions were rather unnatural, but Chu Xin chuckled. “It’s all just business, so why would it have anything to do with humiliation?” He played around with the metal abacus in his hand, creating quite the rattle.

Lü Tingrui drew a thin, glowing sword and said, “Hand over the spiritual ginseng, and we’ll leave immediately!”

Feng Zhang had managed to get them to come by promising that everyone would receive a share of the spiritual ginseng that Li Qingshan possessed. Although the hall chief was rather dissatisfied with this, he would never be bold enough to object when he saw Feng Zhang’s darkened face.

Li Qingshan said nothing. He fished out the spiritual ginseng from the gourd, tossed it into his mouth, chewed, and swallowed it. He clapped his hands. “It’s gone!”

The eyes of the masters rapidly dimmed as soon as they had lit up. Their expressions varied. There was despair, there was fury, and there was disappointment, but none of them had anymore interest in fighting.

Li Qingshan’s fundamental solution to this situation really was reliable, effective, and vicious.

Feng Zhang said, “I have spiritual pills that are even more effective than the spiritual ginseng. As long as you fight, you’ll still be able to achieve what you want. However, anyone who doesn’t fight will become an enemy of I, Feng Zhang. I will hunt down every single member of your family in retribution.”

The masters all changed in expression, while Li Qingshan sneered. “Do you really believe this person who threatens you with your family at every turn? Why don’t we work together and kill him instead and see if he really has any spiritual pills or not? We can split it between us. It’s not like he’s a Wolfhawk guard anymore, so we don’t have to worry about retribution at all.”

The masters all wavered. With a shwing, Feng Zhang drew his Wind-entwining blade. “Who dares to do that!?” He saw how his constant threats and unruly behaviour was working against him, so he added, “And the spiritual pills aren’t on me.”

If Li Qingshan were slightly stronger, perhaps there really was a chance for him to turn his enemies against one another. However, these masters could clearly distinguish who was easier to kill amongst the two of them, so they made their decision.

Watching them approach him, Li Qingshan thought to himself, After splattering the Qingyang restaurant with blood, is it time for sheltering from the snow and wind in the mountain god temple?1

Perhaps the heavens could read his thoughts, as snowflakes began to drift down from the sky again.

“Blade Aura of the Death Sentence!” Feng Zhang raised his Wind-entwining blade and attacked with them.

Li Qingshan parted his legs and spread his arms. He let out a roar at the sky. It was not a human’s voice, but a tiger’s roar. “Rargh!”

The spiritual ginseng in his stomach came into effect. True qi flowed out like the tide, pouring into the roar. He used a move from the Tiger Demon’s Fist of Bone Forging he had never used properly.

The Tiger Demon’s Fierce Roar!

Within a range of a hundred meters, all of the snowflakes vanished. Looking down from the sky, a semicircle rose up from the ground.

Feng Zhang charged at the front. His Blade Aura of the Death Sentence immediately became disturbed, while the five masters stopped together. They all felt like a metal nail was being hammered into their heads.

They gazed at Li Qingshan in disbelief. His fierce aura stunned them. Was he really just a first-rate master?

The other second and third-rate masters suffered even more. They all clutched their ears as they rolled on the ground. Two streaks of blood flowed down their heads. Their eardrums had directly ruptured. Some of the weakest people there had even died from the roar.

With the tiger’s roar in the forest, all beasts retreated. Li Qingshan faced a hundred people alone, yet he gained the upper hand.

The roar reverberated through the surroundings, making the mountain god temple tremble gently. Not a single flake of snow could fall on it.

Feng Zhang endured the roar and bellowed out, “What are you all waiting for?” With a flick of the blade in his hand, he launched another wind blade.

Li Qingshan stopped roaring. He did not try to dodge or avoid the attack. Gathering his true qi, he channeled it to his hand, and his five fingers shone like the claws of a tiger, grabbing the wind blade viciously.