After a brief moment of thought, Feng Tiangang spoke to Zhang Xiaoshan with a pained expression.

"If I tell you the truth, my death will be even more miserable. If you want to kill me, just do it. Make it quick."

"Oh?"

Zhang Xiaoshan raised an eyebrow.

As expected, there was someone behind Feng Tiangang, and they seemed to be quite formidable.

"Hmph, you fear others, but not me?"

"No matter, since you refuse to speak, I'll find out myself."

With that, Zhang Xiaoshan opened his mouth and inhaled.

"Whoosh."

The Nine Dragon Devouring Sky Art and Dragon Spirit Refining God Skill were both activated simultaneously.

"Ah..."

Feng Tiangang's black sinister qi and soul power were both devoured by Zhang Xiaoshan.

Though Feng Tiangang was merely a Pseudo Demigod, he was still a rare formidable foe, and absorbing his power greatly aided Zhang Xiaoshan.

Especially being able to strip away Feng Tiangang's memories as well.

Under everyone's gaze, Feng Tiangang's body became increasingly withered, quickly turning into a dry corpse, just skin and bones.

"Thud."

Zhang Xiaoshan released his hand, and the dry corpse fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

Not even a complete body remained in death.

"A man in black?"

By devouring Feng Tiangang's soul, Zhang Xiaoshan obtained memories, discovering that Feng Tiangang had learned the Corpse Ghost Skill and Ghostly Sword from a mysterious man in black, but Feng Tiangang was not clear about the man's identity either.

The trail seemed to have gone cold?

"Ah, this..."

"What cultivation technique is this?"

"So cruel, so terrifying. Isn't that brat known as Miracle Doctor Zhang? Why is his method so eerie?"

"We, we shouldn't have made him an enemy."

"Divine Doctor Zhang, spare us. We were wrong, so wrong."

For a moment, people admitted their mistakes in succession, and everyone present fell to their knees.

The rebellious disciples were terrified, and members of the Hu family were grateful.

Only one person remained standing.

"Why aren't you kneeling?"

Zhang Xiaoshan looked at the person with displeasure.

It was He Rui, the head of the four Hall Masters of the Flying Fox Sect.

A Martial Artist at the Late Stage of Qi Transformation.

He Rui looked at Zhang Xiaoshan with hatred and said.

"You bastard, you've ruined our plans. Why should I kneel to you?"

Then he spoke to the rebellious disciples kneeling on the ground.

"Everyone, do you think that kneeling and begging for mercy will put an end to today's events? Have you forgotten the rules of the Flying Fox Sect? Let me remind you, traitors' entire families are executed."

"The Hu family will surely settle accounts in autumn, and by then, you and your families will all die."

"Now, we can only fight with our backs against the wall."

"That kid just had a fierce battle with Master Feng, his True Qi must be depleted, and he is a spent force. Besides, there are so many of us, why should we fear him?"

"Even if each of us spits once, we can drown him."

"This, this..."

In an instant, those kneeling in supplication were at a loss.

Indeed, they knew the rules of the Flying Fox Sect.

The ways martial sects dealt with traitors were extremely brutal.

They had understood this from the moment they rebelled.

If they waited to die today, and if the Hu family sought revenge later, all their families would perish with them.

Thinking of their families, their eyes began to turn fierce.

Zhang Xiaoshan spoke.

"Everyone, I mean what I say. Surrender immediately, and the matter of rebellion can be dealt with lightly, without implicating families."

"Why should we believe you."

"For my family, I am willing to fight to the death."

A Martial Artist who was kneeling suddenly went berserk and charged at Zhang Xiaoshan.

"I'm coming too."

"I..."

Two more Qi Condensing Martial Artists lunged at Zhang Xiaoshan.

Three people in total attacked Zhang Xiaoshan from three directions.

"Courting death."

"Bam, bam, bam..."

Zhang Xiaoshan's previously loosened right hand clenched into a fist.

Causing a change in the surrounding atmosphere.

The three Martial Artists attempting to attack Zhang Xiaoshan instantly exploded into three bursts of blood mist.

"Ah..."

"His aura hasn't weakened at all, and he doesn't show any sign of decline. On the contrary, his momentum is stronger than when he fought Master Feng."

"We're no match for him; he's too monstrous."

People finally recognized reality.

In fact, every time Zhang Xiaoshan advanced in cultivation, he required several times the energy of ordinary martial artists of the same level, making his True Qi abundance several times greater. Exhausting it was extremely difficult, especially when he had just absorbed all of Feng Tiangang's cultivation, leaving him energized, with no fear of these small fries.

"What should we do now?"

Their eyes turned to He Rui.

With Feng Tiangang dead, the backbone of the rebellious disciples became He Rui, the head of the four Hall Masters.

"Damn it, this kid is actually this powerful."

He cursed under his breath, then instructed.

"Gather all the disciples guarding the mountain from all directions and bring them up here."

"Today, there are more than three thousand participating in the siege. I don't believe that with more than three thousand people, he can't be killed."

Clearly, He Rui had become a bit deranged and was ready to go to any lengths.