Corpse Recovery Diver

"Ah!"

With a loud shout, Run Sheng lifted the yellow-bearded man straight up on the spot.

The yellow-bearded man finally showed panic in his eyes. In a contest of strength, whichever side got hoisted up like this meant their power wasn't even on the same tier.

Run Sheng raised his knee, planning to smash the man down onto it.

The hair on the yellow-bearded man's body instantly turned hard and razor-sharp, shooting out like golden steel needles.

Run Sheng frowned, changed tactics, threw him up and then hammered out a punch.

"Bang!"

The yellow-bearded man was sent flying, hit the ground, bounced, hit, bounced again…

On the plaza before the great hall, he was slammed into several craters, leaving a spiderweb of cracks.

"Ugh…"

The yellow-bearded man was covered in blood, swaying as he got to his feet.

Run Sheng's Qi Gate first closed, storing momentum. The muscles on his body tensed, and then all the spikes on him shot out, leaving only tiny red dots on his skin.

By contrast, over on the yellow-bearded man's side, the way he had just released all his body hair was actually a helpless move that killed eight hundred of the enemy and wounded himself a thousand. And from the looks of it, the other guy might only have taken eighty worth of damage.

Blood holes all over his body turned his physique into a ragged ruin. The yellow-bearded man simply dropped to all fours and raised his head. Like a heavily wounded lion, he moved sideways while re-evaluating this terrifying opponent in front of him.

Run Sheng had no intention of wasting time on him. He clenched his fist, lunged forward in a single stride, and swung his fist down.

The yellow-bearded man dodged.

Run Sheng took another stride, swung again.

The yellow-bearded man dodged again.

He knew full well the punches wouldn't land, yet Run Sheng didn't change his approach, just kept swinging.

At first the yellow-bearded man was so wary of Run Sheng's terrifying physique that he didn't dare clash head-on anymore. Then, seeing the other guy's attacks turning stiff and repetitive, he thought he'd found a new opening.

His plan was to keep dodging and wear down the opponent's Qi Force first, then wait for his power to drop and for him to pause to catch his breath, and in that moment look for a chance to ambush.

But the yellow-bearded man quickly discovered something in shock: Run Sheng's moves hadn't changed, yet his speed was faster each time, and the sonic booms from his punches were getting more and more terrifying.

At the start, the yellow-bearded man could dodge easily, even barely take the punches head-on. Now, not only was it getting harder and harder to evade, he didn't dare touch that fist power at all anymore.

Let's just say, the Yu Family is no longer the real Yu Family.

The River Walkers of each Dragon King's Court have been killing each other for generations, so they're naturally intimately familiar with the methods and traits of the other gates.

If the real Yu Family were here, there's no way they'd be naive enough to back off and sidestep the Qin Family's edge, then try to play the game of finding openings against the Qin Family in the late phase.

Right now Run Sheng was fighting very comfortably. Every punch missed, but the layers of momentum were successfully stacking up. Back in his usual brawls, he'd never had this kind of leisurely chance to build power.

Finally, that critical point appeared.

Run Sheng's speed ramped up to a level the yellow-bearded man simply couldn't dodge, and one heavy punch smashed square into his chest.

"Boom!"

Blood sprayed with chunks of flesh mixed in. The yellow-bearded man was blasted away, a huge hole torn open in his chest—punched clean through.

A lion's tail stretched out from between his legs. The beard on his face slowly split to the sides. His mouth was full of blood; he wanted to make a sound but couldn't. He couldn't even stand anymore, his wrecked body just twitching meaninglessly across the floor tiles.

Run Sheng walked up to the man, stared closely at him, the tip of his nose twitching as he sniffed nonstop.

The man's eyes were full of despair and terror—not just because he'd been utterly defeated, but because, as a lion, he'd always been the one using this kind of gaze to size up food. This time, it was someone else using that gaze to size him up.

"Gurgle gurgle…"

Blood spurted out. With his remaining strength, the man tried his best to make his voice a little clearer:

"I'm… from the Yu Family… you can't… can't eat me…"

Run Sheng glanced at him, then let his gaze slide back down over his body, searching for cuts of meat suitable for cooking.

"I'm… Dragon King… from the Dragon King family… you can't…"

"Smack!"

Run Sheng's bare foot crushed the man's head.

A lion isn't a monkey. No need to keep the brain.

As for the man's "threat" right before he died, it had zero effect on Run Sheng.

The Dragon King's Court is enough to make people tremble anywhere else in the Jianghu, but here, it doesn't have that kind of weight.

Only, once he'd stepped down, Run Sheng felt a bit of regret. He had no choice but to rub his sole over the floor tiles again and again, trying to get rid of that filthy red-and-white mess.

While Run Sheng was wrestling and brawling with the yellow-bearded man, Li Zhiyuan wasn't idle either.

The long-haired youth was almost sobbing. He asked the statues, but the statues gave him no answer. In the end, he even turned to ask Li Zhiyuan:

"Tell me, why is this, why!"

Li Zhiyuan knew exactly why, but it wasn't convenient to spell it out here.

Since they'd already raised the banner of "greater good," both sides had a step they could climb down, so there was no need, at this moment, to yank these Yin Gods' faces off and grind them underfoot.

Aside from getting his own shoes dirty… there'd be no other payoff.

Yes, back on Fengdu Ghost Street, it had been his blockade that led to nearly half of the Official General Chief Yin Gods falling.

But that clash hadn't involved any personal grudges.

Bluntly put, it was the top bosses on both sides having a duel, and the people under them were just serving their respective masters.

Li Zhiyuan had indeed buried a lot of Yin Gods; if Lin Shuyou and the White Crane Child hadn't deliberately held back, if they hadn't fought Zeng and Sun with tacit restraint, even more Yin Gods would have fallen that night.

But what does any of that have to do with the Yin Gods who survived?

Fallen gods are like dead men—they don't speak anymore.