The Power of Wei Jingzhi

I... I can't control those who drank the poisoned wine, but as for the others, I should be able to handle them.

Yue Wangshu thought seriously for a moment before replying.

There were too many races in the Valley of Ten Thousand Races, and everyone's primary goal was for themselves and their own race.

To put it bluntly, everyone was selfish; there was no sense of collective at all.

Therefore, even if those who drank the poisoned wine were willing to surrender and follow Yue Wangshu, once this matter blew over, they would desperately search for the antidote regardless of the consequences.

I only have one question on my end. How should we deal with those who drank the poisoned wine?

Wei Jingzhi looked at Yue Wangshu indifferently.

They... your Sanitation Department should also have capable doctors, right? I'll hand them over to you to deal with.

Yue Wangshu sighed deeply.

At this point, there was no other way. Some things had to be discarded when necessary.

Alright, having your word is enough. As for the rest, as long as you can control them and stop them from causing trouble, our Sanitation Department is willing to provide you with new ruins. Of course, if you want to continue living here in the future, that's fine too.

Wei Jingzhi picked up the phone on the table and turned off the opera playing on it.

He put the phone and his thermos cup into his spatial ring, then stood up and walked toward the ruins.

Xu Mu and Yue Wangshu followed behind Wei Jingzhi, stepping into the ruins together.

At this moment, they could see at a glance Lang Huo and Xiang Tian rushing toward them from a distance.

Old Wei! You came at just the right time, we'll leave them to you!

Guo Wenmo saw Wei Jingzhi at the entrance of the ruins and simply stopped chasing them.

Huang Ke also grinned, Old Wei, don't hit too hard, it's best to capture them alive.

Of course I know. Chi Ting of the Jiuli Tribe has the corpses of my old friends. It seems what happened back then wasn't that simple.

Wei Jingzhi's expression gradually darkened.

Lang Huo and Xiang Tian's expressions suddenly changed; it really was Wei Jingzhi.

Let's risk it all! Even if we get heavily injured, we have to escape!

Lang Huo let out a low roar.

Wei Jingzhi took off his reading glasses and handed them to Xu Mu beside him. Hold these for me.

Okay.

Xu Mu nodded.

Wei Jingzhi took off his cleaner's uniform top, revealing his bare chest; he wasn't wearing anything underneath.

When he saw his upper body, Xu Mu's pupils suddenly shrank.

This old man was too fierce.

Other people covered themselves in tattoos to look tough.

But Wei Jingzhi's body was entirely covered in knife wounds, sword wounds, and stab wounds.

All kinds of scars almost covered his entire body.

That wasn't even the main point. The main point was that this old man had an eight-pack, and the muscle lines on his arms were extremely distinct.

His muscles weren't huge, unlike those muscle monsters in the gym.

His physique was more like that of a professional mixed martial arts fighter, where every muscle was filled with terrifying power.

Not only Xu Mu, but even Yue Wangshu next to him widened her eyes in disbelief.

She had seen many experts of the older generation, and almost all of them, due to their old age, couldn't maintain muscle mass and looked like skin and bones.

Someone like Wei Jingzhi was truly rare.

Boom!

Wei Jingzhi's figure instantly shot into the sky. It took a full second or two before the ground beneath him suddenly collapsed.

Wei Jingzhi! If the two of us join forces, we won't be weaker than you!

Lang Huo roared, and the power on his body exploded in the sky. Wolf God!

Buzz!

A phantom of a fire wolf appeared around his body, becoming more and more tangible.

At this moment, the fire wolf phantom opened its mouth wide and spat out a fan-shaped beam of light.

Die!

Lang Huo looked ferocious.

Bang!

Suddenly, Wei Jingzhi charged right through the opponent's attack and arrived in front of him.

He smashed a punch into Lang Huo's chest.

Boom!

With a loud bang, Lang Huo's body violently shook, and his eyes seemed ready to pop out.

His chest caved in, and a large mist of blood burst out from his back.

You...

Lang Huo looked at Wei Jingzhi in horror, passed out on the spot, and plummeted from the sky.

Seeing this scene, Xiang Tian was already trembling with fear.

How could he dare to fight Wei Jingzhi anymore? He immediately flew toward the entrance of the ruins.

Wei Jingzhi's legs leaped through the air.

Rumble!

With a clap of thunder in the sky, he seemed to break the sound barrier, smashing a punch into Xiang Tian's back.

His back similarly caved in completely, and a large mist of blood flew out from his front.

Xiang Tian spat blood from his mouth as he fell from high above.

Holy crap!

Xu Mu cursed inwardly. He was just too fierce.

No wonder back then, at Jiang Huihui's martial arts tournament for marriage, even Jiang Mingzhuo, a man of Salvation, did not dare to fight Wei Jingzhi.

Those two senior cleaners had fought for so long without taking them down, yet Wei Jingzhi instantly one-shot them.

He remembered Chi Ting also saying that even among senior cleaners, there was a distinction between the strong and the weak.

Yue Wangshu's heart was already churning with monstrous waves. When her father was still alive, he had spoken of this man, Wei Jingzhi.

At first, in the Profound Heaven Sect, he was just an obscure disciple.

Because his cultivation talent was poor, he was almost kicked out a few times.

But he worked extremely hard. If his cultivation realm was lacking, he would put effort into body tempering.

Cultivation realms required talent, but training the physique only required hard work to go very far.

In his thirties, some geniuses of his age had already become elders.

But he was still an outer sect disciple, unable to even enter the inner sect of the Profound Heaven Sect.

Suddenly one day, Wei Jingzhi disappeared.

But it didn't cause any ripples in the Profound Heaven Sect; he was originally a dispensable person anyway.

A few days later, Wei Jingzhi returned, covered in blood and full of wounds.

After finally healing, he disappeared again, and then returned covered in injuries once more.

After a few times, everyone finally knew what he had been doing.

Challenging others, crashing dojos.

He challenged people from various sects, even foreign races. Every time, he was beaten so badly he couldn't take care of himself and nearly lost his life.

As time passed, he became the laughingstock of various sects. At that time, people spread rumors that the Profound Heaven Sect had a masochist who was terrible but loved to play, even trying to learn from experts sparring.

Three years passed, five years passed, ten years passed...

Wei Jingzhi still returned covered in injuries every time, but people finally noticed something different.

His injuries hadn't changed, but his opponents were changing.

From outer sect disciples at the very beginning, they changed to inner sect disciples, then to geniuses, and elders...

When he was in his forties and fifties, everyone finally realized that Wei Jingzhi's challenge opponents were at the sect master level.

...

The reason Yue Wangshu knew this so clearly was because back then, he had also challenged Yue Wangshu's father.

The first time, he returned after a crushing defeat. The second time, it was still a crushing defeat. The third time, they were evenly matched. The fourth time, he defeated her father.

Wei Jingzhi dropped from above and put his cleaner's uniform back on. I haven't been active for a long time. Just moving a little makes my back ache.

Senior, your glasses.

Xu Mu said with a smile, That was too fierce.

I'm old. The future belongs to you young people.

Wei Jingzhi put on his reading glasses and then looked at Yue Wangshu. I'll leave the rest to you.

Thank you, Senior.

Yue Wangshu nodded and flew toward the depths of the ruins.

In the distance, Guo Wenmo and Huang Ke all walked over. Even though they had long known of Wei Jingzhi's strength, seeing it today still left them shocked.

They aren't dead, right?

Huang Ke asked with a smile.

I held back. The secret involving our Profound Heaven Sect is too big. Now that it has finally surfaced, I must grab onto this clue.

Having said this, Wei Jingzhi turned to look at Xu Mu. "You must have disposed of the Xuantian Sect Master's corpse, didn't you? Xu Mu, what is your relationship with the Jiuli Clan?"