"When a woman is ugly, most of the time she doesn’t have a bad Mental Eye.

"She looks this hideous, I’d wager she’s not a bad person.

"Why not show some mercy?"

"Mm, that’s actually not wrong."

Hei Bodhisattva nodded lightly:

"It’s just that you’re saying it too late.

"This little dog of the Xing Family is fierce, he used some martial arts of unknown origin.

"He actually forced Grandpa to use the [Damaging Heart Demon Technique].

"Once this Skill is set in motion, it harms the Heart Meridian.

"If I can’t drink enough Heart Blood from ten people, it will rebound on myself.

"I’d been thinking, if this girl turned out pretty, I’d keep her alive and give her to you as a wife.

"Now that you say she’s ugly, then we’ll kill her and let Grandpa drink her blood.

"Then we’ll take the Heart Blood of that little brother just now and these two little dog brats of the Xing Family; for a short time it won’t endanger me.

"I’ll still have time to look for the remaining seven people."

"..."

The youth was stunned, and with things said to this point, if he still tried to forcibly interfere, then the number of people this old man needed to find wouldn’t be seven, but six.

With that thought, Hei Bodhisattva no longer said more.

His steps changed, and his figure was already before Zhen Xiaoxiao.

His two palms spread, five fingers like hooks, pitch-black like iron.

This man’s moniker was Hei Bodhisattva.

Jianghu people used the eight characters ’Black Hand Killing Heart, Life and Death’ to describe his two sets of martial arts.

The latter four characters, ’Life and Death’, referred to the "Tribulation Flying Shuttle" in his hand.

Once the Flying Shuttle was unleashed, it was either life or death.

This sounds like a useless line, but it was in fact the plain truth.

A hidden weapon has only two outcomes.

Hit or miss.

But unlike ordinary hidden weapons, once his "Tribulation Flying Shuttle" hit, death was certain.

Conversely, if you could block this "Tribulation Flying Shuttle", then you wouldn’t die.

At least, you wouldn’t die under this Flying Shuttle.

The former four characters referred to one of his Skills, the [Mystic Jade Divisive Claw].

Xuan means black.

When this Skill was driven to the extreme, the five fingers became like iron hooks, pitch-black in color, impervious to blades and spears, boasting Water and Fire Immunity, nothing they could not destroy.

Earlier, when he went to gouge out Xing Ming’s eyes, the thing that snapped Xing Ming’s saber was precisely this Skill.

Zhen Xiaoxiao had just now blocked the "Tribulation Flying Shuttle", and Hei Bodhisattva understood that this Zhen Xiaoxiao’s martial arts were not weak; if he wanted her life, relying only on the "Tribulation Flying Shuttle" would be next to impossible.

Hence, this time he opened with his ultimate move.

To be safe, a streak of blood-light flashed between his brows.

This was the sign of him urging on that Damaging Heart Demon Technique.

Xing Zhan saw this and couldn’t help clutching his chest and calling out a reminder:

"Careful... something’s off..."

As for the youth, he already couldn’t bear to watch.

The Mystic Jade Divisive Claw was far too vicious when used.

Often one move pierced the heart, or else he would clutch the heart in his hand, passing clean through the body.

He didn’t want to see what Zhen Xiaoxiao looked like with her heart pierced; he instinctively closed his eyes.

Right after, he heard a bang.

He froze for a moment; that didn’t sound like a scream?

Unable to resist, he opened his eyes for a peek, and saw Hei Bodhisattva’s two pitch-black, eagle-claw-like palms actually locked against Zhen Xiaoxiao’s.

"This..."

The youth felt he couldn’t believe his own eyes.

How was this possible?

All along this journey, he had seen this man use this Skill more than once.

Every time, the opponent’s end was miserably tragic.

Yet now he actually couldn’t do anything to a single woman?

Just as he was dumbfounded, he heard someone at his side ask:

"Is he really your Grandpa?"

"No..."

Speaking on reflex, the youth then suddenly looked toward Su Mo:

"You... why are you asking that?"

"Curious."

Su Mo smiled.

"...So this elder sister’s martial arts are this powerful; no wonder you’re so fearless."

The youth’s expression was somewhat complicated; he’d let out a breath, yet faint worry and unwillingness still lingered.

"You’re worried about this old man?"

Su Mo asked again.

The youth shot Su Mo an impatient look, then finally gritted his teeth and said:

"What would I worry about him for... I can’t wait for him to...

"But I haven’t yet learned his martial arts...

"You’ve got the leisure to care about me; you might as well care about that elder sister."

Both his hands clenched into tight fists.

Who knew what he was thinking of.

His nails sank into flesh, blood dripping down, yet he seemed not to notice at all.

Su Mo glanced at him and lightly shook his head.

He didn’t keep asking.

At this time, though, Hei Bodhisattva felt like he’d seen a ghost.

This girl before him—though he couldn’t see her, he could still feel her.

Her frame wasn’t tall, nor was it sturdy.

Her build was even a bit petite.

Her hands weren’t big either, yet her strength was frightening.

This was definitely not Inner Strength, but pure physical strength!

From the moment their four hands met, grappling each other, his Inner Strength had been surging, the force in his two hands growing ever greater.

This kind of strength could easily crush iron into mud.

Yet he still couldn’t crush even a few of Zhen Xiaoxiao’s fingers.

This... this really was like seeing a ghost!

And just then, he suddenly heard Zhen Xiaoxiao speak:

"See? I told you your strength wasn’t enough, really tiny."

"!!!"

Hei Bodhisattva laughed in fury, the red light between his brows growing darker; before Zhen Xiaoxiao could exert force, blood was already trickling from the corner of his own mouth.

His body trembled nonstop, the power in his palms mounting higher and higher.

Cracking sounds rang out, and Hei Bodhisattva burst into wild laughter:

"You snot-nosed girl, how dare you look down on this old man?

"Today I’ll let you taste the pain of having your fingers broken!!"

As his words fell, his strength suddenly surged again.