"Two mere Minor Heavenly Cycles daring to show off before me, Grand Might... cough cough" Ming Zhi Tian wasted no words, clenching his fists.
"As expected!" Old Ghost and Zhong Chang sighed inwardly.
With one hand each restrained, they struck out with the other.
Ming Zhi Tian used only one foot to kick them away respectively, and they seized the opportunity to break free from the restraint.
Old Ghost lunged with bared teeth, and Zhong Chang was not idle either, for they knew that individually, neither of them could defeat Ming Zhi Tian.
Ming Zhi Tian's movements were sharp, and he easily dodged their fatal blows. With a few spins, he exchanged dozens of palms with them.
"Pah pah pah pah..."
After dozens of rounds, the score remained tied. Just as the three were locked in a fierce struggle, Ming Zhi Tian, momentarily distracted, kicked Old Ghost on the side of the face, sending him flying.
Seeing this, Zhong Chang cursed inwardly, "Bad! Old Ghost, run! He's not using his full strength!"
Ming Zhi Tian patted his unreliable leg, "It's all your fault for showing a weakness. I was still thinking of playing a bit longer, and they saw through it."
Old Ghost quickly got up, and together with Zhong Chang, they fled. "I didn't expect this brat to be at the peak of War God. We admit defeat today, kid! The green hills will remain, the waters will flow..."
Ming Zhi Tian pursued, "I'll change your pleasantries! Trying to leave? Do you think you can?"
Just as Old Ghost and Zhong Chang were running without looking back, they felt a searing heat from behind. Before they could turn around, both were struck by palms on their backs, spitting blood and falling to the ground.
Enduring the pain in their backs, the two scrambled to their feet. As soon as they stood up, Ming Zhi Tian was already in front of them, staring with interest.
Zhong Chang roared, "Get lost and let us go! If anything happens to us, the Old Buddha will have you executed without mercy."
Old Ghost broke out in a cold sweat, "Yes... yes."
Ming Zhi Tian backhanded them both, "Pa pa!" knocking them to the ground.
Ming Zhi Tian stepped on them with both feet. Old Ghost and Zhong Chang felt as if Mount Tai was pressing down on them, rendering them unable to move.
Ming Zhi Tian loomed over them, "Reveal your master, the Old Buddha, and I will spare your lives."
Zhong Chang was the first to roar, "Brat, you wish! Argh!..."
Ming Zhi Tian didn't even blink. With a kick that tore flesh and broke bone, he crushed Zhong Chang's heart.
Ming Zhi Tian turned to the trembling Old Ghost, "You, will you speak?"
Old Ghost retorted defiantly, "Kill me or skin me, as you please!"
Ming Zhi Tian laughed, "Kill? No, no, no. You're ugly and you wish too much! I have a hundred ways to make you speak. Let's start with the first one. Have you heard of... a human centipede?"
Old Ghost did not answer, instinctively questioning, "Huh?"
Ming Zhi Tian explained, "A so-called human centipede is made by first flaying a live person, then pulling out their fingertips and joints, one... by one... by one... then the wrist joint, then the elbow joint, then the arm, and then the toes..."
"I'll talk, I'll talk! Don't, I don't want to be a human centipede..." Old Ghost was drenched in sweat from fear. Just hearing about it was terrifying; to actually do it would be a thousand times worse than death.
Upon learning of the Old Buddha's hidden underground palace, Ming Zhi Tian mercifully granted Old Ghost a quick end, so he could reunite with Zhong Chang sooner and avoid getting lost.
Ming Zhi Tian leaped lightly and took Fan Miaomiao from the tree branch. Inadvertently, he touched her private area.
Fan Miaomiao's heart raced, and her instinct made her cry out, "Ah!..."
Ming Zhi Tian scratched his head, "Sorry."
Fan Miaomiao shook her head, "It's okay." But her face was flushed crimson.