Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation - Chapter 156

In response, Jiang Tian didn’t hold back. He struck out with a single palm.

With a thud, Tang Jiarou was sent flying. Her chest caved in, her skull shattered, and her face was a bloody mess. She died on the spot, her fragrant life extinguished.

He wanted revenge. He wanted Sun Hao dead!

Anyone who tried to stop him would meet the same fate.

This was the true nature of the Grandmaster of the Beginning! This was his ruthless, cruel, and iron-fisted method!

Back in the day, a single fit of rage from the Grandmaster could paint ten thousand miles with blood. He had waded through rivers of blood across countless light-years to earn his demonic title. The number of those who had died unjustly under his hand was as innumerable as the sands of the Ganges. So what was casually swatting one or two flies to him now?

“Young Master Sun wanting to take your family’s land is an honor for the Jiang family! If you know what’s good for you, you’ll hand it over quietly! How dare you hit my sister! Are you insane?” Tang Jialin, unaware her sister was already dead and oblivious to the severity of the situation, hurried forward and pointed a finger at Jiang Tian, shrieking harshly.

“So that land belongs to Grandmaster Jiang’s family… Sun Hao, you’ve doomed me!” Tang Shaoyue finally understood everything. Utter horror washed over him. He wished he could find a block of tofu to dash his brains out against.

Right now, he felt an overwhelming hatred for Sun Hao. He wanted to grind his bones to dust and scatter his ashes to fully vent his fury.

I prayed to the gods and Buddhas, willing to trade twenty years of my life just to avoid meeting Jiang Taitian in this lifetime! And you, you fool, who couldn’t you provoke? You just had to provoke Jiang Taitian!

Damn it all, and you dragged me into this!

His heart was filled with regret and self-recrimination. At this moment, he would gladly trade another twenty years to turn back time by ten days—no, even one hour would be enough.

Seeing Tang Jialin repeatedly disrespect Jiang Tian, Tang Shaoyue grew frantic. She had just been standing and chatting with him. If Grandmaster Jiang thought he was behind this, his death would be more than certain.

SLAP!

He lunged forward like a tiger bursting from its cage and slapped Tang Jialin squarely across the face. The force sent her flying sideways, a clear handprint blossoming on her pretty cheek.

Tang Jialin tumbled to the ground, clutching her face. She stared wide-eyed at Tang Shaoyue, her voice trembling. “Young Master Tang… why did you hit me?”

Tang Shaoyue couldn’t be bothered with her now. He scrambled over to Jiang Tian and threw himself to his knees with a thud. “Grandmaster Jiang, this is all a misunderstanding! I will sever all ties with Sun Hao immediately! I will help you kill him!”

Dong Xu, the once “Iron Fist” Dong Xu, instantly transformed into a spineless worm. He quickly followed suit, dropping to his knees and crying out, “Grandmaster Jiang, please see the truth! We were just… just here by coincidence! We never intended to oppose you! Do you need this disciple to kill someone for you? I’m quite good at that!”

He had been at the Tide-viewing Villa the day Jiang Tian fought Wei Shuofeng and had witnessed Jiang Tian’s divine might.

This was a being who could kill the likes of Mo Haoxiong and Wei Shuofeng with a flick of his finger! He, Dong Xu, wouldn’t even be enough to fill the gaps between Jiang Tian’s teeth!

“What? H-he… he is that Grandmaster Jiang?” Tang Jialin stared at Jiang Tian in disbelief. She simply couldn’t connect the worthless Jiang Tian she knew with the Grandmaster Jiang Tang Shaoyue had just described.

“No need. My own enemies, I will kill myself,” Jiang Tian said with a cold laugh, standing with his hands clasped behind his back.

Sun Hao, still not grasping the situation, pulled at Tang Shaoyue. “Young Master Tang, why are you kneeling to him? Don’t worry, I brought gunmen. I can finish him off in minutes!”

“Get lost! I don’t know you!” Tang Shaoyue kicked him away and scrambled frantically toward the periphery.

He stood there trembling, utterly horrified. “You dared to provoke Grandmaster Jiang? You really have a death wish!”

By now, numerous gunmen had rushed over from upstairs, downstairs, and all directions, aiming their pistols at Jiang Tian.

Seeing his gunmen assembled, Sun Hao’s confidence surged. He didn’t dwell on Tang Shaoyue’s terror, dismissing it as some bizarre effect of his obsessive Buddhist chanting. He lit a cigarette, took a contemptuous drag, and looked at Jiang Tian with scornful mockery.

“Jiang Tian, you good-for-nothing waste. You learned a few paltry martial arts tricks and think you can act tough in front of me? Today, I’ll let you experience the power of firearms! Everyone, open fire! Kill him!”

At his command, BANG! BANG! BANG!—over a dozen gunmen pulled their triggers, holding them down. The muzzle flashes lit up the area, the gunfire deafening. A rain of bullets poured toward Jiang Tian.

“Hmph, after I kill you, I’ll chop you into pieces and feed you to the dogs. And your parents will die too!” Sun Hao’s eyes were cold and triumphant. He snarled under his breath, “I only wanted the land originally. You forced me to kill! You have a death wish! You brought this upon yourself!”

Not just him, everyone present thought the same.

In their view, Jiang Tian was doomed. Who could possibly withstand bullets? He wasn’t Superman, the Hulk, or Iron Man!

But what happened next left everyone present dumbfounded and utterly stupefied.

The lightning-fast bullets, when they were still about a meter away from Jiang Tian, suddenly stopped as if immobilized by a magical spell. A faint, golden glow barrier materialized, blocking them. All the bullets hung suspended in mid-air, unable to advance even a millimeter further.

Now, enveloped by a constellation of bullets, Jiang Tian looked like the Creator God, sovereign over all realms.

“This… this is impossible!” Sun Hao’s eyes bulged. A chill shot up from the depths of his soul, and he let out a shrill scream like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

The scene before him was truly unbelievable.

“Reaching the Transformation Stage’s minor accomplishment already grants immunity to ordinary bullets, let alone my current strength, which far surpasses even the Grandmaster realm,” Jiang Tian sighed softly, almost wistfully. Then, he casually waved his hand.

The gunmen, witnessing this, were scared out of their wits. They were about to drop to their knees and beg for mercy when the suspended bullets shot back the way they came, cutting through the air with sharp, piercing whistles.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The bullets tore into Ma Yumu and the other gunmen, instantly blasting out bowl-sized wounds, even shattering heads on impact.

This wasn’t the power of mere bullets; they were like miniature bombs.

In less than a second, every single gunman Sun Hao had brought lay dead on the ground.

Only the utterly horrified Sun Hao remained, isolated and helpless, standing alone in the wind, completely disheveled.

“B-bullets… they can’t even kill him!” Witnessing this incredible scene, Sun Hao felt as if he had been plunged into an ice cellar. His whole body turned cold, and monstrous waves of shock crashed in his heart. He stared at Jiang Tian in utter disbelief.

“A Grandmaster is truly a dragon among men!” Tang Shaoyue exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, his face full of awe. He muttered, utterly crestfallen, “This is simply superhuman… he is a god!”

After all, he was a man of the secular world. His understanding of sorcery and martial arts was vague. That day when Jiang Tian fought Wei Shuofeng, he had watched from hundreds of meters away and hadn’t seen clearly. Seeing it up close and personal today, he truly comprehended the terror of a Martial Arts Grandmaster!

“So he is Grandmaster Jiang… He’s practically a celestial being!” Tang Jialin trembled all over, her eyes filled with sheer terror as if she were beholding a deity.

“That little bitch Zhang Wanqing… how could she give birth to such a monster…” Sun Hao mumbled to himself.

His voice was low, but Jiang Tian heard it clearly. He immediately took action.

With a flick of his finger, a scythe-shaped wave of air, fast as lightning, shot out and cleanly severed one of Sun Hao’s legs.

Unbearable agony made Sun Hao scream like a slaughtered pig. He rolled wildly on the ground, blood spurting everywhere, painting the ground with streaks of crimson.

“My mother, Zhang Wanqing, is someone you dare to insult?” A flash of cruelty passed through Jiang Tian’s eyes. His hands moved as if plucking a lute, his fingers flicking continuously.

Razor-thin blades of Qi, thin as cicada wings, shot out, slicing the flesh from Sun Hao’s body piece by piece.

Each slice was paper-thin, almost translucent, like slices of meat for hot pot. The pig-like slaughtering screams never ceased.

Simply killing Sun Hao wouldn’t quell Jiang Tian’s fury. He wanted to torture him relentlessly, to make him die slowly.

He wanted to inflict the most severe punishment!

Lingchi! Death by a thousand cuts!

Jiang Tian waved his hand twenty times, delivering one thousand, two hundred, and thirty-one cuts.

“Jiang Tian, you demon! I won’t let you off even as a ghost!” At first, Sun Hao roared in fury and cursed venomously, knowing he wouldn’t survive.

After half an hour, the skin and flesh on Sun Hao’s body had been completely carved away. The man was reduced to a bloody mess, lying on the ground, twitching and writhing faintly.

“Grandfather Jiang, I submit! I beg you, give me a quick death! Kill me with one blow, please!” Gradually, he began to plead desperately, begging only for a swift end to escape the torment.

“K-kill me…” But eventually, the pain drove him to delirium. He could no longer produce a single sound.

By now, all the skin and muscle had been removed from Sun Hao’s body. Under the cold, bleak moonlight, his stark white bones were exposed, a horrifying sight.

Finally, unable to bear any more, Sun Hao breathed his last.

His eyes remained wide open, filled with pain, shock, and terror, as if he couldn’t believe he had died in such a miserable fashion.

After finishing this, Jiang Tian casually tossed out a Fireball Talisman, reducing Sun Hao’s corpse to a pile of ashes.

Subsequently, Jiang Tian incinerated all the other corpses using Fireball Talismans.

A strong wind blew, sweeping up the withered leaves and the ashes of the corpses into the sky. Everything vanished without a trace, as if nothing had ever happened.

After completing all this, Jiang Tian turned his gaze to Tang Shaoyue.

…

Tang Shaoyue had watched Jiang Tian execute Sun Hao by lingchi and then casually summon fire to burn the corpses. He felt chills running down his spine.

But suddenly, he caught a strong, foul smell. He saw that Tang Jialin and the other were trembling so violently they had lost control of their bowels and bladder.

Dismissing them, Tang Shaoyue hurriedly fell to his knees again, his voice trembling. “Grandmaster Jiang, I didn’t know the person he was targeting was you! None of this has anything to do with me!”

“Enough. No more pointless talk,” Jiang Tian said flatly.

With a sweep of his spiritual sense through Tang Shaoyue’s mind, he confirmed that Tang Shaoyue had not been involved in the plot against the Qixia Pharmaceutical Factory and was completely unaware of its connection to him.

Otherwise, given Jiang Tian’s decisive and ruthless nature, Tang Shaoyue would already be dead and buried without a grave.

“Yes, yes, Grandmaster Jiang! I’ll say no more!” Tang Shaoyue shrank like a quail, quickly covering his mouth, even afraid to breathe.

Jiang Tian stood with his hands behind his back, the picture of calm composure. “Sun Hao wanted to take control of the Medicine King Group’s pharmaceutical factory in Qixia County. Can you handle cleaning up this mess for me?”

“No problem! Leave it all to me! Including the matter of Sun Hao’s death, I can give the Sun family a reasonable explanation!” Tang Shaoyue immediately guaranteed.

Sun Hao had many enemies, even a few overseas. He could just claim overseas kidnappers had taken them. It would have nothing to do with Grandmaster Jiang.

“Good. Stay on your knees.”

Jiang Tian casually erased Tang Jialin’s memories of the event. Without even a glance at Tang Shaoyue, he clasped his hands behind his back and slowly walked out of the courtyard.