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Chapter 808 - 818: Miao Jingtian!

Chapter 808: Chapter 818: Miao Jingtian!

"Quick, go notify the Village Head!" A burly man, apparently the leader, ordered the others.

One of the men hurried off sheepishly.

Afterward, the burly leader stared at Tang Zhong hitting Miao Qing, his expression dark and stormy.

Tang Zhong was still swinging the chair.

The chair smashed onto Miao Qing’s head as he kept yelling. From his initial threats—"You just wait!"—he had now devolved into pitiful cries of "Stop hitting, stop hitting!"

Miao Qing was genuinely frightened.

But Tang Zhong wouldn’t stop.

It wasn’t until the hundredth strike that Tang Zhong finally paused.

Miao Qing was utterly battered, drenched in blood, completely defeated.

The onlookers were frozen in shock, their eyes filled with disbelief as they stared at Tang Zhong. After all, this was the Miao Village, where Miao Qing held absolute sway, akin to a local overlord. Yet, he had been beaten so mercilessly.

Li Chuwen’s parents were petrified, unable to comprehend the audacity of this young man from the city. His explosive temper was utterly ruthless.

However, most people believed Tang Zhong was doomed. This was the Miao Village, where the most powerful figure was none other than the Village Head.

Moments ago, one of Miao Qing’s men had gone to fetch the Village Head. The Village Head would arrive any moment now, and things would undoubtedly take a turn for the worse.

Tang Zhong calmly set the Taishi Chair back upright, then sat there, staring at Miao Qing as if he were judging a criminal.

"Leave this place. I’ll pretend none of this ever happened. Don’t ever bother Li Chuwen again; otherwise, I won’t even need to spell out your fate!" Tang Zhong declared.

At this point, he no longer cared to argue with Miao Qing. Tang Zhong wasn’t one to bully the weak; in his eyes, Miao Qing was nothing more than a pathetic waste. He saw no point in belittling a man already beneath him.

"I... I won’t dare anymore!" Miao Qing stammered hastily.

Yet deep inside, he was secretly plotting. Humiliated like this in the Miao Village, how could he possibly live it down? Swallowing this bitter resentment was impossible. Clenching his fist, he stealthily grabbed a Gu.

It was a creature resembling a cocoon, highly adaptable for fusion. It could merge seamlessly with any human body upon contact.

Seizing a moment when Tang Zhong seemed off guard, Miao Qing abruptly sprang to his feet. His previous submissive demeanor vanished, replaced by feral aggression. Brandishing the Gu in his hand, he aimed to thrust it into Tang Zhong’s body. "Die!" he snarled.

The Southern Border people were skilled in utilizing Gu.

Though Miao Qing hadn’t mastered much, he was proficient in the basics. Palming the Gu, he aimed directly at Tang Zhong!

This particular Gu was a Heart Piercing Gu. Once introduced into a human body, it transformed into flesh-eating parasites, voraciously consuming blood and tissue until the victim’s entire body hollowed out, leaving behind nothing but skin—a grisly death.

Miao Qing had already killed several people using this Gu Art.

Now, with Tang Zhong so close, success seemed certain.

His hand pressed against Tang Zhong’s body, but to Miao Qing’s utter disbelief, the Gu stayed clutched in his palm, refusing to enter Tang Zhong.

"What’s... what’s happening?" Miao Qing was dumbfounded.

Normally, once a Gu was released and touched a person’s body, it immediately fused. Yet this time, it simply didn’t work.

"Can’t get it in, can you?" Tang Zhong smirked.

Miao Qing’s expression grew even darker.

"If you can’t manage it, then isn’t it my turn now?" Tang Zhong remarked, picking up the chair once more.

He began smashing relentlessly!

Miao Qing crouched down, clutching his head, utterly defeated, blood streaming from every wound—his bones shattered, his body a wreck.

"I’ve been merciful. Normally, anyone who treats me like this doesn’t live to see another day!" Tang Zhong said coldly.

Once he was sure Miao Qing could no longer move, Tang Zhong finally put down the chair. Gu Art might work on others, but it was useless against him. His body was so impenetrable that no mere Gu insect could ever breach it.

The crowd stared speechlessly, stunned.

Someone had actually beaten Miao Qing!

"He’s done for, he’s absolutely done for. The Miao Village Head only has one son—Miao Qing. The Village Head won’t let this go!" Li Chuwen’s father whispered.

Li Chuwen was even more panicked. She never wanted Tang Zhong to get involved in her troubles. She knew he was a Major General, but not even a Major General was immune to Gu Art or death. Rushing to his side, she pleaded earnestly, "Please... please leave right now! The Village Head will arrive soon. He’s a true Gu Master—you won’t stand a chance!"

Tang Zhong waved dismissively. "No need to worry! You’re Weiwei’s close friend. Your trouble is mine to solve!"

At the mention of Weiwei, Li Chuwen visibly trembled, recalling the secrets Weiwei had told her. Her heart ached to share the news about Weiwei with Tang Zhong, but she bit back the words, knowing that right now, her greatest obstacle was standing before her.

"But... some problems will only bring you harm. The Miao Village Head, Miao Jingtian, is a master of Gu Art. If anything happens to you, I won’t be able to face Weiwei!"

"Relax. No one has ever hurt me, and it certainly won’t happen here!" Tang Zhong smiled confidently.

"You don’t understand. Gu Art is incredibly lethal—it kills silently! Tang Zhong, I beg you, leave! Fine, I’ll... I’ll marry Miao Qing right now. Please don’t put yourself in danger. Otherwise, I’ll never forgive myself when facing Weiwei!" Li Chuwen implored.

"Why would you say that?" Tang Zhong sensed something amiss.

"Weiwei... Weiwei, she..." Li Chuwen finally decided to reveal the truth to Tang Zhong.

She could sense the man before her truly cared for Weiwei. If anything happened to Weiwei, he probably couldn’t bear it.

But before she could finish her sentence—

A booming voice echoed from the front.

"Who dares to cause havoc in my Miao Village?!"

They turned to see a middle-aged man, dressed in the traditional Southern Border tribal garb, striding in from the entrance. Sporting a thick beard, he looked to be in his forties or fifties.

His arrival instantly drew everyone’s attention. In that moment, each person’s gaze shifted to him, radiating respect and fear.

This man was none other than the Village Head of the Miao Family—Miao Jingtian.

The instant he appeared, Miao Qing cried out, "Dad... help me avenge myself! This man dares to hit me. You mustn’t let him get away!"

Miao Jingtian’s brows furrowed sharply as he scanned Miao Qing’s battered condition. His son was his precious treasure, the pride of his late years, someone he’d never laid a hand on. Yet now, someone else had beaten him so badly. His gaze immediately locked onto Tang Zhong: "It was you who hit my son, wasn’t it?"