My beautiful CEO wife-Chapter 1695: The Art of Killing

Beidao Zongmi’s face was ecstatic with joy, yet he never thought Xiao Zheng would spare him after seeing his body like this. His heart was overwhelmed with happiness, and he made up his mind,

as long as he could survive and return this time, he would definitely close himself away, and not come out until he had recovered from his injuries and surpassed the middle-stage Martial Saint!

When he had the chance in the future, he would seek revenge on Xiao Zheng, the brute!

But his joy had just begun to rise when he heard Xiao Zheng continue speaking.

"However, I will make you wish you were dead, don’t worry, I have a way with the Blood Clan." He said, smiling, as he patted Zongmi on the shoulder, who stood frozen in shock.

"Now, it’s your turn." He looked at Zang Hai: "I have a few questions that need your answers."

Zang Hai was silent, his face not as agitated as Beidao Zongmi’s, seemingly maintaining the dignity of a high monk from the Great Sound Buddha Sect.

Xiao Zheng saw his uncooperative demeanor, smiled indifferently, and asked, "Why are you all so determined to deal with me?"

"Humph!"

"How did you find out where I live?"

"Humph!"

"Why hasn’t anyone from the higher-ups of the Great Sound Buddha Sect shown up until now?"

..."

"What exactly are the people above you trying to do?"

"Humph!"

"Alright." Xiao Zheng shrugged very helplessly, his right hand turned into a knife, and he chopped backward towards Zang Hai’s thigh.

"Aaaaah——"

The cries of agony echoed throughout the room, causing tremors among the tables and chairs, and smashed some inferior quality ancient tea cups directly. Zang Hai fell to the ground, clutching his broken leg, his face pale, cold sweat pouring down.

"It’s okay, here, hold your hand like this, hold tight. If the time isn’t too long, you might be able to reattach your broken leg afterward.

Look, Master Zang Hai, Divine Monk Zang Hai, you can cooperate with me or not, it’s your freedom, but if you don’t cooperate with me, this is what I will do, which is not good for either of us."

When he finished speaking, he stood up, patted his hands, and said flatly, "So, I’ll still ask the previous questions, of course, you can repeat your previous answers."

After half a joss stick later, Xiao Zheng got the answers he wanted.

He stood up and stretched lazily, turned around wearily, waved his right hand lightly, and a tea cup not shattered on the table flew over. He lightly lifted the tea lid, swirled it slightly, and gently sniffed the tea aroma.

"Nice tea, you bald guys really know how to enjoy yourselves, I wonder if I can take some back with me, Master Zang Yu?" he sipped and looked at Zang Yu, whose face was pale.

Zang Yu took a deep breath, suppressing the unease and fear in his heart. After all, he was different from Cang Hai and Beidao Zongmi; his temperament and composure were above ordinary people. Even when faced with a life-and-death crisis, he could remain calm; this is the basic trait of an ascetic monk.

He exhaled the foul air in his chest lightly, calmly saying, "What do you want to do."

Xiao Zheng looked at him and did not answer but pulled up a chair from the side and sat down.

"I should be the one asking you that, Master Zang Yu, what exactly are you trying to get from me, why are you relentlessly pursuing me? I’m actually a good person to get along with; don’t offend me, and I won’t offend you; but if you offend me, I’ll kill your entire family."

Upon hearing, Zang Yu’s body suddenly shivered, although Xiao Zheng’s tone was calm and indifferent, the killing intent in his words was undoubtedly real.

But he wasn’t much afraid; he didn’t believe Xiao Zheng really dared to kill here. After all, this was the Great Sound Buddha Sect’s land; even if Xiao Zheng looked down on monks, if he dared to start killing here, he had no doubt that higher-ups would deal with him.

Thinking of this, a surge of courage rose within Zang Yu unknowingly, and he sneered coldly, "Do you need a reason to kill you, Xiao Zheng, facing the Great Sound Buddha Sect? No matter how high your cultivation, if we want you dead by the third watch, do you think you’d survive until the fifth watch?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zheng paused his movements, raised his head, and stared at Zang Yu. Zang Yu, at this time, dared to meet Xiao Zheng’s gaze, his eyes showing no retreat, exuding a look of assured victory.

After a long time, Xiao Zheng smacked his lips and put down the teacup in his hand, sighing deeply and said slowly, "So, you’re still not planning to stop?"

Zang Yu sneered coldly, looking at Xiao Zheng with more contempt, saying, "Heh, Xiao Zheng, though your subordinates call you Evil God, I didn’t expect you to be so ignorant.

I ask you, have you heard of anyone the Great Sound Buddha Sect wants dead, has ever been spared because he was too strong? Or do you think you’re an exception?"

Having said that, he shook his head with undue helplessness, looking at Xiao Zheng with an obviously very disappointed gaze.

Xiao Zheng was silent for a long time, and this time he was really silent for a long time. He seemed to be making a decision, and after a long time, he slowly raised his head, his eyes no longer showing relaxation and friendliness like a chat.

Instead, now, his eyes were filled with killing intent and coldness.

"Well then, let’s start with you." He shook his wrist, his expression indifferent, as if speaking of a trivial matter.

Zang Yu frowned, just about to say something, but Xiao Zheng turned his body, completely ignoring him, and walked directly to Beidao Zongmi, who was trembling but lying on the ground unable to move.

He squatted down, looked at Zongmi indifferently, then patted his shoulder sincerely and said, "Enjoy."

A flash of fear appeared on Zongmi’s face, but before he could speak, Xiao Zheng’s hand had already inserted into his heart.

Bang!

A burst of sound erupted from his chest cavity, Beidao Zongmi’s eyes suddenly opened wide, and blood gushed out from his chest cavity like a spring. He trembled violently, the huge pain torturing his nerves, yet the Blood Clan’s super strong recovery power kept him constantly regenerating.

But every time the heart recovered it would be immediately crushed again. Xiao Zheng slowly withdrew his hand from the chest cavity, eerily without a drop of blood staining his hand.

He glanced at the white-eyed, blood-spitting Beidao Zongmi, spread his hands, and said, "Since you like being the Blood Clan’s dog, then be a dog to your heart’s content. Maybe once your recovery power dissipates, you can die; until then, enjoy."

After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the stunned Zang Hai and Zang Yu.

"How about it, you two, this looks pretty good, right? This is the pinnacle of human body art, hope you like it."

Upon saying that, he squatted down and slapped Zang Hai in the face, sending him flying. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

"Actually, I don’t really like people who are too cocky." He said indifferently, pursing his lips.

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