Chapter 160: Crimson Sun
Chapter 160: Crimson Sun
At noon the next day, the entire mansion of Long Feiyang was completely sealed off.
Inside the bedroom, Qingyue Qiu and the others had grave expressions.
Tang Yuan looked at the dried corpse on the floor and said with an unpleasant expression, “It looks like it’s been roasted. Why not just set it on fire, then we could have barbecue.”
Tang Xianghui scolded, “How can you still joke at a time like this? Is it the Power of Mind and Spirit?”
“There are no signs of burning, and no residual heat in the room.” Tang Yuan pursed his lips. “The whole body has almost turned into a thousand-year-old mummy. It goes without saying, it’s definitely the Human Aspect.”
“And the heart is completely charred. At this time, the target was Long Feiyang. The person who did this didn’t even try to hide their identity.”
Qingyue Qiu frowned and murmured, “Dharma King Crimson Sun?”
“He should be called Crimson Sun Monk now.” Lin Ganghao said worriedly, “Though he was stripped of his position as Dharma King of Dìyù Gate, his power is still nothing to scoff at. I’m afraid even if we join forces, we wouldn’t be a match for him.”
“You’re right.”
Just then, an aged voice came from outside the door. An old man in red robes, with a bald head and a face as pale as paper, slowly walked in. Behind him followed four people, men and women, all looking down at Qingyue Qiu and the others.
One of them, a woman in white, was someone Lin Ganghao and the others had seen before—it was White Wraith, who had her arm severed by Zuo Zhicheng and was driven away. The other three men looked at Qingyue Qiu with admiring and surprised gazes. Her beauty and her icy demeanor made it impossible for any man to ignore her.
The old man before them was clearly the Crimson Sun Monk they had been talking about, the master of Blood Rakshasa Qin Luoni.
Seeing Qingyue Qiu and the others tense and on high alert, Dharma King Crimson Sun only glanced at them slightly and gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head.
“I’m only here to find Ghost Fist.”
Even without moving, the scorching aura around him washed over them. Qingyue Qiu felt as if she were standing under the desert sun; her face naturally flushed red, and sweat gradually beaded on her forehead.
But despite the pressure, Qingyue Qiu clenched her teeth and said, “We don’t know Ghost Fist’s true identity.”
“I know.” Crimson Sun Monk turned his head away, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. “Someone like him would never tell you his real identity. I came to you only to confirm that none of you are him.”
Then he opened his eyes and said slowly, “A Hai, this man is probably the most skilled in martial arts among them. Test him.” He pointed in Lin Ganghao’s direction.
A Hai was a brawny man with a bare upper body, wearing animal skin below, looking like a wild man. Hearing Crimson Sun Monk’s order, he showed a ferocious grin and stepped forward slowly.
Qingyue Qiu said angrily, “Crimson Sun, do you intend to kill an official of the Imperial Court in broad daylight?”
“Of course not. I came to Xinlu City not to cause a major conflict.” Crimson Sun Monk said calmly, “Apart from executing the traitor, I only want Ghost Fist’s life. As for your Shadow Corps, I have no hostile intentions whatsoever.”
“It’s just a test. If he isn’t Ghost Fist, A Hai naturally won’t kill him.”
Qingyue Qiu wanted to argue further, but Lin Ganghao stopped her with a wave of his hand. “No need to trouble yourself, Miss. Since this friend wants to test my skills, then let’s give it a try.”
As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and walked toward A Hai.
The two moved closer and closer. When they were less than a meter apart, A Hai suddenly struck. With the sound of a tiger’s roar, Lin Ganghao felt a Bloody Wind hit his face. Particularly, A Hai’s five fingers suddenly extended like a dark green tiger’s claw, aiming straight for Lin Ganghao’s skull.
There was a sharp crack as their fists and palms met. After the clash of force, the floorboards beneath their feet split and flew upward. A flicker of surprise crossed A Hai’s eyes, but he soon smirked again. With another tiger roar, he launched several more claw attacks at Lin Ganghao.
He practiced a martial art called Blood Rain Tiger Demon Slaughter. With every claw strike, tiger roars accompanied his moves, continuously boosting his strength, enhancing his aura, and disrupting his opponent’s mental state.
Especially his strong tendons and bones, which were like human rubber. Lin Ganghao punched him several times, but each blow was neutralized by a counterforce.
If not for the Psychic Energy Fruit he had taken from the Ruins recently, he would have been defeated long ago.
Even so, facing A Hai’s tireless and fierce attacks, as his stamina waned, he gradually fell into a disadvantage.
With a swish, the tiger claw left an afterimage on his chest. The gust of wind made it feel as if his skin were about to tear. His clothes were ripped open by the claw, leaving a bleeding mark on his chest.
After that strike, A Hai stepped back because Tang Yuan and Tang Xianghui had attacked from both sides, positioning themselves in front of Lin Ganghao.
“Boss, are you okay?”
Lin Ganghao shook his head with a grim expression. “The Tiger Demon truly lives up to its name.”
A Hai grinned, licked the blood off his fingers, and a hint of killing intent surfaced in his eyes.
Crimson Sun Monk said slowly, “Let’s go. He’s not Ghost Fist.” It was unclear whether he judged by experience, sight, or something else. After saying this, he turned and left.
As he departed, he warned, “Little girl, I have no intention of fighting the Shadow Corps. But this time, it’s to avenge my disciple. Whoever stands in the way will die.”
His disciples followed him out. Apart from White Wraith, the other three men took several lingering glances at Qingyue Qiu. One of them, a handsome young master with a slender Jian, even blew her a kiss, which she coldly ignored.
About ten minutes later, a soldier came to report that several other places in Xinlu Port had been attacked earlier.
“I heard Crimson Sun Monk has another disciple. We didn’t see him earlier; it must have been him.” Tang Xianghui said with a grim expression. “Luckily, we sent people to pick up Song Hao and the others earlier. The connection between Zuo Zhicheng and Ghost Fist probably hasn’t been discovered yet.”
“Whether it’s discovered or not doesn’t matter.” Lin Ganghao said with a dark expression. “Blood Rakshasa wasn’t just killed by Ghost Fist; over ten martial arts schools in Xinlu had a part in surrounding her.”
“What do you mean?”
“Long Feiyang is dead. Next, they’ll probably massacre every martial arts school in Xinlu. If Zuo Zhicheng returns, his sudden rise in power would make him the prime suspect.”
Hearing this, Qingyue Qiu frowned and said coldly, “Send someone to Haoran Martial Hall. If anything happens, report to me immediately. Also, send someone to Haijing.”