Water Ink Panel: Starting with Bow Technique to Hunt the Sun and Patrol the Skies

During the day, the sky hung low and sullen, with heavy clouds that seemed ready to burst at any moment.

Snowflakes fell sporadically into the old streets and alleys.

"This is the place."

Tian Xiaohu's injury had not healed, and he walked with a noticeable limp.

After winding through several alleys, he led Shen Qing to the entrance of a hall.

Shen Qing looked around and saw a heavy black iron door partly ajar, with two dim lanterns hanging above the lintel.

The sky had yet to darken, so the lanterns above the lintel remained unlit, quietly swaying in the wind.

Compared to the old streets, the Hei Zhao Gang's hall was exceptionally lively.

Even standing outside, Shen Qing could hear the noise and commotion within.

He pushed the door open, and the interior was brightly lit, with large red lanterns hanging high, filling the space with a sense of celebration and prosperity.

Without hesitation, Shen Qing stepped inside.

A stifling mix of cheap liquor and charcoal greeted him, causing him to frown unconsciously.

Shen Qing glanced around at the scene within the Hei Zhao Hall.

The hall wasn't particularly spacious.

At its center was a long wooden table polished smooth, with walls adorned with various knives and weapons—from sharp daggers to ancient swords—exuding a deadly aura.

Members of the Hei Zhao Gang sat around the table, some speaking loudly, others whispering confidentially. Their faces bore bright smiles, making the hall incredibly noisy.

When Shen Qing stepped inside, the clamor ceased abruptly as if a pause button had been pressed.

Everyone's eyes focused on Shen Qing.

Someone broke the silence with a playful voice, "Officer, did you enter the wrong door?"

The crowd in the hall sharpened their gazes, staring at Shen Qing intently.

Some discreetly tightened their grips on nearby weapons.

"Shouldn't you be very clear about whether I entered the wrong door?"

With that, Shen Qing took a bloodied head from Tian Xiaohu and tossed it forward, "Is it clearer now?"

The head rolled to a stop before the members of the Hei Zhao Hall.

The gang members were taken aback. "Old Hu Zi!"

Shen Qing continued forward, drawing the dagger from his waist.

He planted his feet firmly and smiled at the group, saying, "I am from the Guardian Martial Department, Fourth Division Dispatch Office, Shen Qing! Here today to slay demons and exorcise evils."

In the dim light, Shen Qing's black robe fluttered in the wind as he introduced himself.

His eyes burned with determination, a gleam of unyielding resolve, as an icy chill engulfed his surroundings, making the already cold air even more frigid.

The members of the Hei Zhao Gang, aware of their own deeds, were part of the same circle.

Today, they planned to seize Shen's Restaurant, assuming Shen Qing to be dead.

Unexpectedly, Shen Qing survived!

Their faces showed a hint of terror.

Shen Qing refrained from any unnecessary words, lunging forward like a predatory leopard.

In a moment's lapse, he was among the members of the Hei Zhao Gang.

The fight erupted instantly.

In martial arts, speed was invincible.

The same went for using a knife in combat.

Killing did not involve excessive showy techniques.

As long as you moved faster than your opponent, it meant your blade would cut into them, not theirs into you.

A bit more strength meant you could kill an opponent with a single strike.

Rushing into the crowd, Shen Qing wielded the dagger in both hands, executing simple swings and slashes with fluid movements, without a moment's pause.

Each swing was accompanied by a spray of blood.

Soon, the walls, floor, tables, and benches were stained red, filling the Hei Zhao Hall with a heavy scent of blood.

"You dare, I'll fight you to the death!"

Not all members of the Hei Zhao Hall were timid cowards.

A burly figure leapt out, locking eyes with Shen Qing, determination and ferocity blazing within them.

He roared like thunder, "Die!"

Instantly, the profound Qi Cultivation Realm surged like a burst dam, transforming into an invisible tide, sweeping towards Shen Qing with destructive force, enveloping him completely.

Faced with this sudden attack, Shen Qing remained calm, his gaze brightening.

He lifted one hand leisurely, fingers subtly moving, gathering a powerful energy.

"Sky Flipping Seal!"

Shen Qing shouted lowly.
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A dazzling light erupted from his palm, forming a golden hand seal that flew forward.

With supreme might, the Sky Flipping Seal expanded rapidly, tearing through the encircling force in the blink of an eye.

"Boom!"

With a deafening explosion.

The golden Sky Flipping Seal struck the formidable Hei Zhao Gang member, erupting into a brilliant light and fierce energy waves.

The gang member didn't even have time to scream; he was torn apart in shock, exploding like fireworks.

The sight stunned all the members of the Hei Zhao Gang.

Shen Qing's lips curled into a smile as he extended one finger, shooting a beam of light.

Splash!

A gang member's head shattered, dying on the spot.

Shen Qing advanced relentlessly, either pointing or slashing, killing one person with each step.

"Run!"

Hei Zhao Gang members fell under his attacks, wailing in despair.

"Today, no one leaves. I want rivers of blood here!"

Shen Qing spoke with indifference.

In the previous life, a great leader once said, "Deliver a powerful punch to avoid a hundred blows."

Only by striking fear and ruthlessness into these ruffians would they remember his ferocity and refrain from causing his family harm.

A fearsome reputation was not given but earned through battle.

Over time, fewer and fewer stood within the Hei Zhao Hall.

Shen Qing's robe was drenched in blood.

The large hall, covered in a thick layer of blood, was a gruesome sight.

Bearing the dagger, Shen Qing ceased the massacre, slowly approaching the main seat of the Hei Zhao Gang's boss.

He turned, using the dagger as a cane with both hands pressed on it, resting on the ground.

He asked the lone surviving Hei Zhao Hall member expressionlessly, "Where is your boss?"

Up to this point, Shen Qing hadn't found the leader among these people, suspecting the Hall Master was not present in the hall.

"He... The fifth young master holds a banquet at Baihua Building today, and the boss went to give gifts to the Zhou Family's fifth young master."

A Hei Zhao Gang member replied nervously, with yellow fluid faintly seeping from his crotch.

Shen Qing raised a brow, "One managed to slip away, a bit troublesome."

He looked up and asked Tian Xiaohu, "I remember you once found many Jianghu Martial Artists to help me patrol. Can you find them again now?"

"I should be able to, Boss. Are you planning to?" Tian Xiaohu asked, swallowing nervously as he looked at the corpses strewn about.

"Have them help me find someone."