American Comics: BOSS Invasion

"Little Taoist priest, these two brothers are kindly offering you wine. It's fine if you don't appreciate it, but why put on such an arrogant display? Is this how your master taught you to behave?"

Qi Shan said coldly, looking at Qiu Chuji.

Guo and Yang were both startled, then felt a warmth in their hearts.

Indeed, justice resides in the hearts of the people. They had only seen Qi Shan standing in the snow outside and kindly invited him in to take shelter. Now he was already speaking righteously. He would surely be an upright man in the future.

Qiu Chuji's eyes flashed coldly as he said, "Little brat, you're not old, but you speak like an old man. What right do you have to mention my master?"

With that, he glared coldly at Guo and Yang, then suddenly took off his raincoat and hat with his right hand and threw them on the ground, revealing a clean-cut face in his thirties.

This little Taoist priest had excellent features, was calm and composed, with slanting eyebrows, a ruddy complexion, a square face, and bright, piercing eyes.

If it weren't for those eyes, he would probably inspire goodwill at first sight.

Guo and Yang were inwardly admiring him when they saw the little Taoist priest swing his hand and drop the leather bag on his back onto the table with a thud.

The two jumped up at the same time, greatly shocked. It turned out that what rolled out of the leather bag was a bloody human head.

Qi Shan smiled coldly, "So you're a thieving Taoist priest who kills for loot. No wonder you act like this. But you're unlucky today. After you go down, don't forget to repent to the King of Hell. Maybe after serving as cattle and horses for several lifetimes, you'll have a chance to be reincarnated as a human!"

Qiu Chuji was furious and was about to strike out with his palm when Qi Shan had already lunged forward.

The Eight Immortals table was as fragile as paper, and under the combined force of the two men, it instantly shattered into eight pieces.

Qiu Chuji struck Qi Shan's chest with a palm, shouting, "You're just a child, yet your words are so vicious. As expected, those of the Eagle Claw Sect are all shameless scoundrels. Today, I will start a killing spree!"

Guo and Yang were shocked and wanted to come forward to help, but it was already too late.

Qi Shan's eyes were calm, and a hint of mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth. He allowed the other party's palm to strike him, his legs planted firmly on the ground, exerting force from his heels, extending along the leg muscles to his waist, and converging at his shoulders and elbows, concentrating the strength of his entire body, his right fist blasting out like a cannonball.

Don't think that Qi Shan has just been wandering around these years, bullying people with his superpowers.

As his body strengthens and his mental power infinitely increases, his learning speed is as fast as the Flash.

Although he doesn't usually use it, after traveling through so many planes, he still has basic fighting skills. With his super physical fitness and top-notch fighting techniques, the power of Qi Shan's punches and kicks is definitely no less than that of an ordinary cannonball.

The fist broke through the air, creating an explosive sound.

Qiu Chuji's hair stood on end, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart. He hurriedly retracted his hand and retreated, but it was already too late.

Qi Shan's right fist struck the center line, and the concentrated force exploded on Qiu Chuji's shoulder, instantly severing his arm and blasting open his shoulder, revealing the white bone.

The force was not exhausted, and Qiu Chuji crashed through the fence like a cannonball, flying far into the snow more than ten meters away.

Guo and Yang came back to their senses and nodded in agreement.

Guo Xiaotian stepped out to leave, but Yang Tiexin was more cautious and pulled his brother back, giving him a look.

Guo Xiaotian immediately understood. The two went to the next room, each took their weapons, and then quickly rushed to the snow to surround Qiu Chuji.

Seeing the crisis coming again, Qiu Chuji suddenly became desperate. Adhering to the principle of striking first to gain the upper hand, he slapped downwards with force, splashing snow and obscuring vision, taking the opportunity to strike Yang Tiexin with a palm.

Yang Tiexin shouted loudly, grabbed the spear shaft with both hands, twisted his waist, and thrust the spear like a dragon.

However, Qiu Chuji grabbed the spearhead, and lunged forward with his whole body, about to strike Yang Tiexin's heart with his knee.

Guo Xiaotian hurried to help, slashing at Qiu Chuji's arm with a knife, forcing him to release the spear.

Having regained his weapon, Yang Tiexin dared not underestimate him any longer and immediately used all his skills, displaying the seventy-two styles of the Yang Family Spear to the fullest.

The two brothers joined forces against a one-armed Taoist who was seriously injured, but they couldn't take him down for a while, which made them more and more shocked as they fought.

Qiu Chuji's face also became paler as he fought, and a hint of regret appeared in his eyes.

He was about to unleash a powerful move to knock the two back when he saw out of the corner of his eye that Qi Shan had already walked out of the door, staring intently at him.

The young man's fists were clenched tightly, and he walked with a dragon-like and tiger-like gait. Although his body was not strong, he had a terrifying aura.

Although he had been caught off guard just now, it was a fact that his arm had been broken and he had been seriously injured by the other party's punch. This person was different from Guo and Yang; he was a true expert.

He might not even be able to defeat him on a normal day, and in his current state, if he didn't explain the misunderstanding clearly, he would probably have to die here today.

At this time, Qiu Chuji couldn't care about losing face. He staggered back more than ten feet like a wisp of light, shouting, "Wait!"

Guo and Yang stopped when they heard this, each holding their weapons and guarding. The storm-like attacks had left them both breathing heavily.

Qiu Chuji looked at Yang Tiexin with a complicated expression: "You are using the Yang Family Spear technique. May I ask your name?"

"My surname is Yang, my given name is Tiexin!"

"Could you be a descendant of General Yang Zaixing?"

"Precisely my great-great-grandfather!" Yang Tiexin said proudly.

Qiu Chuji sighed, his expression complicated, and said, "Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding. I mistakenly thought you two were bandits and offended you. I didn't expect you to be descendants of loyal and good people. I am truly disrespectful! May I ask this one's name?"

"I am..."

Guo Xiaotian was interrupted by Qi Shan before he could finish speaking.

"This is Guo Xiaotian, a hero and descendant of Guo Sheng, the commander who was known as Sai Ren Gui. You thieving Taoist, why are you trying to get close? Do you think you're worthy of knowing these two brothers' names?"

Qi Shan walked out slowly, looking coldly at Qiu Chuji: "Don't think you can escape with your life by saying nice things. A Taoist like you who kills for loot deserves to be punished by everyone!

If you want to die a little more painlessly, tell me clearly who that head belongs to and where they live. After I kill you, I will naturally take your head to the victim, so they can have their revenge!"