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

Whoosh!

As soon as Shen Qing's words came out, everyone present was stunned.

They had never expected that facing the Chen family's false accusation and the miserable state of the Tian Family members, Shen Qing would... actually agree.

"Qingzi, have you gone mad?" Uncle Shen Er said in a panic.

After speaking, he hurriedly stepped forward to explain, "Chen Da, he's young and doesn't know any better. He's talking nonsense."

Standing by his side, Shen Qing glanced over and saw that when Uncle Shen Er spoke these words, his hands were slightly trembling, obviously, he was very afraid.

But Chen Yuan, who had finally seized the opportunity, would not give it up so easily.

The chance to join the Shen Shou Sect was right in front of him.

All it lacked was paving the way with silver.

He said coldly, "Just because he's young, does that mean he can't kill?"

"Chen Da, my older brother only has this one son. If he dies, how can I face my brother? You are a man of great generosity. Please spare Qingzi. I... from now on, I will definitely sell my hunting goods to your family."

Shen Er knew that from today onward, he had definitely offended Chen Yuan, but at this point, he had no choice but to stand up.

The villagers all knew he had always protected this nephew of his, only to shrink back like a turtle when a crisis actually struck.

This was something he could never accept.

He did not want to live his life being pointed at the spine by others.

The onlooking villagers, seeing this scene, all felt a pang in their hearts.

Recently, Chen Yuan had been visiting Shen Qing's house frequently; his intentions were as clear as day to everyone.

Today, having seized the opportunity, Chen Yuan certainly would not let it go lightly.

Shen Qing must have seen it too, which was why he had voluntarily confessed.

How pitiable!

But even though they knew this, the most they could do was sympathize in their hearts.

They absolutely did not dare to stand up like Shen Er did.

Facing the Chen family, they were all angry but did not dare to speak out.

Shen Qing surveyed his surroundings, taking in everyone's reactions.

He smiled lightly, held down Shen Er's trembling hands, and shook his head, "It's useless; at this stage, how could Chen Yuan let me go?"

Uncle Shen Er opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but saw that Shen Qing was already walking towards Chen Yuan.

Although Shen Qing was only fifteen years old, thanks to his recent practice and nourishment from meat, he had grown quite tall and straight.

He looked directly at Chen Yuan and said without changing his expression, "Do you want to know how your brother died?"

Chen Yuan's expression gradually faded, and he squinted to size up Shen Qing.

Something seemed amiss.

Shen Qing was too calm.

There was no sign of fear.

It simply defied logic.

It was not just him; everyone else felt that Shen Qing seemed somewhat unfamiliar when they looked at him.

However, Shen Qing did not care about these surprised looks.

As he approached Chen Yuan, he continued, "Your third brother, Chen An, before he could react, I shot two arrows through his heart. When he died, his eyes were as wide as copper bells."

"Your second brother, Chen Tai, had his throat sealed by my arrow, unable to even let out a scream. By the end, his breathing sounded like a broken bellows."

As he said this, Shen Qing had walked right in front of Chen Yuan, looking him in the eye: "So... what will you do now?"

The scene fell into a deathly silence.

The next moment, Chen Yuan felt a surge of fury "boom" up his spine to the top of his head, and he roared like a volcanic eruption, "You're asking for death!"

The enraged Chen Yuan threw a punch at Shen Qing, fast and forceful as the wind.

Shen Qing's fingers loosely gripped, firmly grabbing onto Chen Yuan's wrist.

Chen Yuan tried to pull his wrist out only to find that Shen Qing's five fingers were like a pair of pliers, and he could not pull free at all.

Shen Qing's eyelids lifted slightly, revealing a chilling intent.

At that moment, in his eyes, Chen Yuan was almost no different from the prey he hunted every day.

He kicked out fiercely toward the front.

With a thud, his foot landed squarely on Chen Yuan's abdomen.

All of his Qi-Blood surged up in the moment he made his move, all of it pouring into his right leg, causing the muscles on both sides of his thigh to tighten like iron, exploding with a terrifying strength.

Chen Yuan was kicked so hard that his feet left the ground, his whole body soaring into the air.

Just right, Shen Qing caught Chen Yuan's hands and pulled forward with the momentum.

Thud.

The tall and burly Chen Yuan was brought down smoothly by Shen Qing, crashing heavily onto the ground.

Shen Qing twisted his wrist.

Crack crack crack...

Chen Yuan's wrist bones were crushed by Shen Qing, emitting a piercing scream.

Shen Qing, however, was indifferent, sitting astride Chen Yuan's back with an expressionless face, grabbing his hair and lifting his face.

His sharp eyes caught sight of a broken arrow with an arrowhead among the pile of miscellaneous items thrown out during the raid on his house by Chen Yuan and the others.

Shen Qing grabbed it and without any hesitation, stabbed Chen Yuan's throat with it as if he were slaughtering prey.

The rusty arrowhead emerged from the other side of Chen Yuan's neck, with blood spurting out like a fountain.

"Huh huh... huh..."

Chen Yuan tried to speak but couldn't say a word, as blood froth continuously seeped from his mouth and nose.

Shen Qing wiped the bloodstains off his face, feeling that this Chen Yuan was nothing special.

He couldn't understand why everyone was afraid of such a person.

"Ah, you've killed someone, you've killed Chen Yuan!"

Chen Dajiang, standing by the side, was shouting in panic, waking everyone from their stupor into an uproar.

The Chen family members who were guarding the Tian Family members exchanged glances, and, faced with Shen Qing's powerful aura, subconsciously loosened their grip on the Tian Family members and took two steps back.

They hadn't expected Shen Qing to actually dare to deliver a killing blow, to kill the oldest son of the mountain drivers' family right in front of everyone.

Clean and decisive!

Almost without any hesitation.

All of a sudden, they felt their scalps tingle, and their hearts were filled with dread.

Some of the more cowardly ones' legs were shaking so much they couldn't even stand properly.

"He actually took action!"

"Never realized how ruthless Shen Qing, the eldest of the Shen family, could be."

"Wasn't Chen Yuan practicing Martial Arts? How come he can't even beat Shen Qing? If we had known he was this weak, we shouldn't have held back that day and just fought back."

All the onlookers were shocked.

Shen Er, his uncle who was standing nearby, was so startled he couldn't even speak properly.

In his memory, Shen Qing had always been a very honest and obedient child.

His skills were not refined, he was timid, and not very bright.

For this reason, he always bowed and scraped before others, meekly agreeing with everything.

But the Shen Qing in front of them now was exuding an evil aura, brimming with killing intent.

That ferocious strength was incomparable even to the old hunters in the village, chilling to the bone.

Shen Qing paid no attention to the crowd, his gaze shifting towards Chen Dajiang.

Chen Dajiang felt his scalp go numb, chill from head to toe.

Shen Qing took a deep breath, his Qi-Blood surging, causing his face to flush red.

The muscles in his legs swelled, and under the boost of Qi-Blood, a power far greater than usual was stirred up.

He looked straight at Chen Dajiang and said, "I never thought, as a neighbor, you could be so shameless. But do you know, the ones who pop their heads up first usually die the fastest."

"I didn't do anything, you're talking nonsense, let me go..."

While Chen Dajiang was trying to argue, Shen Qing suddenly swept his leg around.

Bang!

The originally standing Chen Dajiang screamed as his legs were completely broken, collapsing onto the ground.

Clearly, Shen Qing had no intention of letting him go.

He had always been small-minded and held grudges.

What could be done today, he would never put off until tomorrow.