Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 147

“Ah! Mother!”

Wu Lin’s companions screamed in terror, scared out of their wits, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Clatter! Clatter! The daggers and short knives they were holding fell to the ground, dropped from their shaking hands.

These thugs were only used to throwing their weight around in this small county, bullying ordinary folks or getting into gang fights. But murder and robbery? They wouldn’t dare even think about it.

The scene before them was completely beyond their expectations.

Shattering a man’s head with a single slap? This was pure savagery! Did he have no concept of the law at all?

“Let’s get out of here!”

Tang Jialin’s face was deathly pale. She scrambled gracelessly into the Mercedes-Benz car and urged frantically, “Zhao Yuanji, drive! Now!”

Zhao Yuanji, who had originally stayed in the car to watch the show, was already terrified out of his mind. Hearing this, he fumbled to start the engine. The Mercedes roared to life, low and powerful, and sped off like an agile leopard.

“Meng Kong, stop them! Don’t let them call the police!” Khuntha Basong commanded in a low voice.

Though powerful, they were still foreigners.

If they went on a killing spree in China, they would inevitably be surrounded by military and police, which would be quite troublesome.

“Yes!”

Meng Kong responded. His long legs moved, propelling him forward like an arrow, his speed rivaling a galloping horse as he caught up to the Mercedes.

He stood in front of the car, his stance relaxed and casual, and raised a hand, shouting, “Stop!”

“I’ll run you over!”

At this point, Zhao Yuanji couldn’t care less. Gritting his teeth, he slammed the accelerator to the floor, and the car surged forward.

Boom! With a loud crash, the Mercedes slammed into Meng Kong’s legs.

Yet, he only took a single step back, his feet planting firmly into the asphalt road, forcing the car to a shuddering, stalled stop.

It was as if the car had hit a mountain. All four wheels lifted off the ground before crashing back down. The bumper and hood were severely dented and damaged, and black smoke billowed from the front of the car.

“Mother! Is he even human?”

Zhao Yuanji’s face was ghostly white, the fat on his body trembling incessantly. He clung tightly to Tang Jialin, who was crying her eyes out in fear.

“Anyone who runs, dies! On your knees!”

Meng Kong grinned ferociously, sweeping his gaze over the crowd.

Terrified, everyone froze in place, then dropped to their knees one after another, shaking like leaves, not daring to move a muscle.

“Master Khuntha, Senior Meng Kong, please capture this brat and force him to hand over the Life Crystals!”

Seeing this, Guo Lili wore a look of triumph and shouted shrilly.

“Miss Guo, don’t be impatient. I feel like having some fun first!”

Meng Kong leered at the stunningly beautiful Tang Jialin. With a savage grin, he punched through the car window, reached in, and hauled her out like an eagle snatching a chick.

“Then hurry up!” Guo Lili didn’t stop him. Instead, she urged him on.

She knew Meng Kong was not only bloodthirsty but also lecherous, and nearly impossible to restrain. Besides, this wretched girl had repeatedly disrespected her, fueling her anger. She was almost glad to see this happen.

“Help! Somebody help!”

Her clothes were torn to shreds in moments. Tang Jialin, pale and trembling, let out a piercing, desperate scream.

Suddenly, her eyes fell on Jiang Tian, who was standing there completely at ease. She immediately cried out, “Jiang Tian, save me! Didn’t you say you could kill them? If you save me, I’ll sleep with you! I’m still a virgin!”

Truthfully, she didn’t really believe Jiang Tian could handle these terrifying experts. But all the other thugs were kneeling in fear, and Zhao Yuanji had even wet his pants. Only Jiang Tian remained standing, making him stand out.

Even if it was a sliver of hope, she would grab onto it like a drowning person clutching at a straw.

Seeing this, Jiang Tian let out a soft sigh. “Meng Kong, is it? What skill is there in bullying a weak woman? If you don’t stop right now, I’ll kill you!”

“You insolent brat! How dare you!” Meng Kong flew into a rage upon hearing this. He pulled up his pants and glared disdainfully at Jiang Tian. “Do you have any idea my Ancient Muay Thai has reached perfection, comparable to your Hard Body Grandmasters? Killing you would be as easy as slaughtering a chicken!”

“Crocodile Tail Whip!”

With a furious roar, he charged at Jiang Tian, launching a high kick aimed at Jiang Tian’s neck.

Ancient Muay Thai was renowned for its fierce and violent offensive power. As an ancient inheritance, the internal energy it condensed was exceptionally powerful.

As his leg swept out ferociously, an internal energy manifestation of a crocodile materialized behind him.

This crocodile was of a primordial, aberrant species known as the “Spike Crocodile.” Its pupils were needle-thin and utterly cold, devoid of any warmth. Drool dripped from its mouth, revealing sharp, menacing teeth. Its body was black and glossy like armor, with a row of spikes on its back as thick as a baby’s arm. Its long tail, like a steel whip, swept horizontally towards Jiang Tian.

“What the hell is that? Oh my god, why is there a crocodile?”

Zhao Yuanji and his crew were stunned and dumbfounded, their minds reeling, unable to believe their eyes.

“Jiang Tian, be careful!”

Tang Jialin screamed involuntarily, instinctively closing her eyes, unable to bear the sight of Jiang Tian being kicked to death.

She wasn’t truly evil, just prone to throwing her weight around and acting like a spoiled young mistress. She didn’t want to see Jiang Tian die a violent death.

In her eyes, Jiang Tian was just a pampered young master who couldn’t even truss a chicken, no match whatsoever for the ox- or elephant-like Meng Kong.

“Although Meng Kong’s Ancient Muay Thai condenses internal energy, it’s comparable to the true energy of a Chinese Martial Arts Grandmaster!”

Seeing this, Khuntha Basong clasped his hands together, a look of admiration on his face. In his opinion, even if Meng Kong didn’t kill Jiang Tian on the spot, he would definitely severely injure him.

“Jiang Tian, now you see the power of my Guo family, don’t you?”

Guo Lili was immensely pleased, grinding her teeth as she sneered. It seemed Jiang Tian would be dead beyond dead in the next moment.

“Oh really? Your physical body is very strong, you say?”

“Let me see just how strong it is… I’m going to crush your skull with these very hands!”

Jiang Tian smiled faintly. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing hands more delicate than a girl’s, translucent and seemingly carved from jade.

Then, Jiang Tian threw a simple, straightforward punch to meet the attack.

CRACK!

Fist and leg collided.

Meng Kong’s right leg, which should have been as strong as cast bronze, shattered as if made of paper. Blood gushed out like a tidal wave, while fragments of flesh and broken bone scattered in all directions like falling blossoms.

Meng Kong’s towering, mountain-like body, under the impact of Jiang Tian’s overwhelming force, flew backward as weightlessly as a ragdoll.

While Meng Kong was still screaming mid-air, Jiang Tian had already taken a step forward. His left hand came down in a palm strike, directly smashing Meng Kong’s head down into his torso.

As Jiang Tian’s palm descended, Meng Kong’s body split apart and fell in pieces around him.

Yet Jiang Tian’s white clothes remained unstained by a single drop of blood, as if nothing had happened at all.

In the blink of an eye, the top master of Ancient Muay Thai, Meng Kong, was dead!

Silence engulfed the scene. Everyone was struck dumb, their eyes wide open.

“Oh my god! Is… is he even human?”
“How is he so powerful now?”

Zhao Yuanji and the others were utterly shocked, unable to believe it, trembling in fear, their souls frightened out of them.

Although they were just ordinary people, they could still see how incredibly powerful Meng Kong was—a terrifying existence who couldn’t even be killed by a Mercedes-Benz collision. Yet Jiang Tian had smashed him to death with a single slap.

If Jiang Tian had slapped them like that earlier, they would have surely been reduced to a pile of mush!

“How is this possible!”

Khuntha Basong was also greatly shocked.

The Ancient Muay Thai that Meng Kong practiced couldn’t produce true energy, but it could manifest internal energy, making him comparable to a Hard Body Grandmaster. Even if Jiang Tian was a Transformation Realm Grandmaster, he shouldn’t have been able to kill Meng Kong so easily!

“Oh my god, this kid is really strong!”

Guo Lili’s heart raced with fear, and she shrunk behind Khuntha Basong.

However, Khuntha Basong was, after all, the Number One Evil Monk of Southeast Asia, accustomed to major confrontations. After a moment of shock, he quickly calmed down and said in a deep voice:

“Jiang Tian, you are indeed strong. No wonder you, at such a young age, could dominate Northern Jiangsu, with the fame of Master Jiang spreading far and wide. But you’ve only achieved some success in martial arts. You are no match for this humble monk’s profound sorcery!”

He sneered arrogantly, “This master is proficient in the Ten Great Evil Arts of Southeast Asia, such as Kumthong Arts, Child Spirit Arts, and Voodoo! Within ten steps, killing you is as simple as slaughtering a chicken!”

“Heh, mere bogeymen and monsters, nothing but clowns jumping and stumbling. How dare you call yourself ‘Master’!”

Jiang Tian’s expression was indifferent, not taking it seriously at all.

“Jiang Tian, you have quite the nerve!”

Khuntha Basong’s face darkened as he coldly shouted, “I address you as Master Jiang out of respect. Without that respect, what are you but a mere thing!”

“You’re nothing but a local tyrant in Northern Jiangsu. Do you have any idea how many martial artists like you I’ve killed!”

“You talk too much! If you want to fight, then hurry up. I still need to go home for soup.”

Jiang Tian sneered mockingly, “Look at you, shaped like a monkey, scaring people by coming out at night!”

“Fine, as you wish!”

Khuntha Basong was nearly driven to vomiting blood by Jiang Tian’s sharp tongue. He shook his staff, and several thumb-sized dolls fell from the golden rings.

These dolls enlarged with the wind, instantly becoming several chubby, pink, adorable-looking little girls.

But they tumbled on the ground and transformed, their faces turning blue with fanged teeth, their sunken eye sockets glowing with red light. Their bodies and arms were disproportionate, their arms growing excessively long, hanging down past their knees and reaching their insteps, making them look like several apes.

The Kumthongs’ bodies were skeletal, with dry, withered skin, continuously dripping blackish-yellow corpse oil that gave off a foul, pungent smell. Yet they didn’t seem fragile; instead, they exuded a sense of great power.

Especially on their stark white bones, countless faint curse symbols floated and swirled. A terrifying, sinister aura emanated from the flowing symbols. Anyone who saw them would know these horrifying demonic entities were not to be trifled with.

“What are those?” Tang Jialin cried out in terror, covering her mouth.

“Are they evil spirits? This is too terrifying!”
“Master, spare us!”
“We’re just bystanders! Let us go!”

Zhao Yuanji and his little gang trembled in fear, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing like they were pounding garlic.

If a sorcery expert were present, their heart would surely be pounding with fear.

These Kumthongs were extremely fast, appearing and disappearing unpredictably, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment. Martial artists or skilled mages would find it impossible to lock onto them, making them truly hard to defend against.

“Master Basong, are these the Kumthongs? They are truly powerful!”

Guo Lili, who had been very afraid of Jiang Tian moments before, immediately became filled with confidence upon seeing Khuntha Basong unleash the Kumthong secret arts.

“Correct!”

Khuntha Basong held his staff, standing proudly as he sneered, “This old man slaughtered nine infants, wrapped them in cloth inscribed with sutras, covered their bodies with curse symbols, and refined them over sacred flames for seven times seven—forty-nine days—to create a single Kumthong doll!”

“These Kumthongs possess powerful magic, are impervious to blades and spears, feel no pain whatsoever, and can devour souls alive! Even a Grandmaster at the peak of the Transformation Realm would be unable to withstand them!”

Upon hearing this, everyone was greatly alarmed, feeling as if they had fallen into an icy cellar, a chill permeating their entire bodies.