He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Chapter 125 is about this person.

King Yama withdrew his hand, looked down at the pair of eyes on the ground that were still open, shook his head slightly, then glanced at the water monkey and then at the disheveled Taoist priest, "What did you just say about the Mountain Lord?"

Hu Daoren's gaze was still fixed outside the house, his brow furrowed as he pondered something.

Hearing this, he grinned and waved his hand, "Oh, it's nothing."

King Ma stared at Taoist Hu for a moment, then did not press the matter further.

Based on his understanding of this slovenly Taoist priest, if the other party didn't want to talk about something, even holding a knife to his throat wouldn't make him reveal it.

If you force them to answer, even if they do, all you'll get is a carefully crafted lie.

"How was it?" Ma Yanwang kicked Song Hai's corpse. Hu Daoren glanced at it and replied, "The essence blood of a Bone Forging Realm expert is naturally a good thing, but the gang leader should also understand that the more materials you have for alchemy, the stronger the medicinal power."

Ma Yanwang understood what Hu Daoren meant. Without further hesitation, he turned around and rushed out. There was still a winged tiger outside, and for the sake of his grand plan, he couldn't let him escape.

Seeing this, Hu Daoren first calmed down the restless water monkey. After it jumped into the water vat, he put his whisk in his hand, turned his gaze back to the direction from which the mountain lord's aura was coming from outside, grinned, and silently slipped out of the storage room, heading towards the source of that aura.

After some thought, Hu Daoren was convinced that the commotion just now could not have been caused by a real "mountain lord". What is a mountain lord?

He is the king of all beasts, and wherever his power is felt, all the surrounding monsters and spirits must prostrate themselves and tremble in fear.

If the true form of the Mountain Lord were to appear in Qinghe County, the commotion would be far greater than what we see now.

Therefore, someone must have used similar methods to imitate the imposing presence of the mountain lord.

Even this old Taoist priest, who was used to seeing monsters and ghosts, was almost misled by the oppressive aura.

Hu Daoren was also very curious about who could use such methods.

Previously, because of the "evil aura" at the dock, he had actually secretly investigated the backgrounds of many members of the Iron Hand Gang.

He had observed all of Ma Yanwang's leaders, managers, and henchmen, both openly and secretly.

But they were all quite ordinary, with mediocre talents and scattered energy; none of them seemed to exude that fierce aura that one would expect at the docks.

At the time, he couldn't find any clues and thought that the Black Tiger Gang had escaped in the chaos, which he regretted for a long time.

Now, suddenly a person with the aura of a "mountain lord" appeared. Hu Daoren immediately made contact with him. Regardless of whether it was the same person or not, he could not let this opportunity pass and had to see it clearly.

Looking at the three people who had fallen, Qin Chuan breathed a sigh of relief.

He was somewhat surprised that the "fierce and evil spirit" effect, which incorporated the "true meaning of the tiger," was so effective.

Those three, including Shi Shu, were all martial artists at the Blood Condensation Realm. Judging from their demeanor, they were at least veterans who had seen blood and killed people, if not seasoned warriors. Yet, for a moment just now, the three of them stood motionless for about a breath or two, as if their souls had been taken away, their eyes filled with empty bewilderment.

A breath or two, which might normally be just the blink of an eye, was enough for him to get everything done in this life-or-death struggle.

The three men who blocked our path are dead. We can't stay here any longer. We need to leave the Iron Hand Gang quickly, find a safe place to hide, and wait for the fighting here to end before acting accordingly.

Qin Chuan had just stepped out of the house with his sword when a group of people rushed in from outside the courtyard wall, carrying swords and looking menacing.

In the blink of an eye, all the exits of the courtyard were completely blocked.

The leader was an acquaintance, the same group of thugs who had a grudge against Qin Chuan before.

The local thug looked up and saw Qin Chuan emerging from the house carrying a long knife. He was taken aback at first, but then his face lit up with joy. He exclaimed, "I actually ran into you, kid! I was just wondering how to find you, and heavens have delivered their enemy right to my doorstep!"

Seeing this, the round-faced thug next to him also showed excitement and shouted, "Haha, last time you relied on that old dog Qian, so I couldn't touch you. Today you're all alone in this yard, let's see how you act tough this time."

As they were speaking, the round-faced thug, along with several others, charged towards Qin Chuan, long knives in hand.

Seeing this, the local thug leader laughed and said, "Don't rush to kill him. Let him live for now. I'll torture him slowly. First, I'll sever his tendons, then... slowly... question him."

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Before he could finish speaking, the thug's voice grew softer and softer until it fell silent, like a howling stray dog ​​suddenly having its throat grabbed.

His smile was still on his lips, but his pupils were wide open, and his face changed from excitement to panic and fear.

Following the thug leader's gaze, only Qin Chuan stood before him. Blood was still dripping from the tip of the long knife in the young man's hand, while the round-faced thug and the others lay sprawled on the ground, completely lifeless. They hadn't even had a chance to utter a scream.

The thug leader and the men behind him froze on the spot. Some of them were trembling with fear as they gripped their knives, some wanted to step forward but dared not, and others unconsciously took a step back, like a flock of sheep terrified by a suddenly appearing tiger.

Qin Chuan flicked the blood off the tip of his knife and looked up at the gang leader.

The gang leader's legs buckled, and he stumbled backward. The gangsters beside him could no longer hold on, threw down their swords, and began to flee.

When the local thug met that gaze, he felt as if the person in front of him was a demon. He couldn't help but feel his legs go weak and he stumbled backward, his heel hitting the gravel and almost falling to the ground.

The thugs beside him could no longer hold on. Someone took the lead and threw away their swords. The clanging sound was like a signal, followed by several more. The remaining men didn't even look back at their leader before they turned and fled over the courtyard wall. Their footsteps were hurried and chaotic, like a flock of sheep being driven by a tiger.

Seeing this, the gang leader opened his mouth, wanting to call them back and curse them as "you bunch of cowards," but before he could even squeeze the words out of his throat, he felt a pain in his chest, as if something had pierced through all his bones and flesh from behind.

He lowered his head, his gaze falling on his chest, where he saw a blade tip that had somehow pierced his heart and was protruding from his chest.

He stared wide-eyed at the tip of the knife, his lips twitching as if he wanted to say something.

But as the knife tip was slowly withdrawn, his body lost its last support, his vision went black, and he fell straight to the ground, already dead.

Qin Chuan casually dealt with the gang of thugs and was about to leave when he suddenly sensed something and stopped.

He turned around and looked over.

A figure was standing in a corner not far away. The person was wearing an old Taoist robe that had been washed until it was gray, and was holding a whisk in his hand.

He stood there, his eyes fixed on Qin Chuan.

That man was none other than Hu Daoren.

At this moment, Hu Daoren looked at Qin Chuan with his face full of uncontrollable excitement. This is the person! This is the person!

He followed the direction of the mountain lord's oppressive aura and made his way here. As he approached Qin Chuan, the magic tablet made of locust wood in the Taoist Hu's arms suddenly began to tremble.

This amulet is entirely black and was made from the heartwood of a century-old locust tree growing beside an old grave in the deep mountains.

He took its main stem, engraved it with runes, and then refined several wronged souls into it.

Normally, these wronged souls are nurtured by his magic and reside quietly in the yin locust tree. They never cause such a violent disturbance. Only when he casts a spell to summon them will they transform into fierce creatures and pounce on the enemy he points to.

But at this moment, the wronged souls inside the talisman suddenly became restless, darting around like frightened birds trapped in a cage, frantically flapping their wings.

Hu Daoren narrowed his eyes, his fingers gently stroking the talisman. He knew that the wronged spirits within the talisman had sensed something that frightened them, which was why they were reacting so strongly.

However, it should be noted that although these wronged spirits are not particularly vicious, they have been nurtured in the locust wood tablet for several years, making them far superior to the ghosts of ordinary dead people.

Ordinary martial artists, even those at the Blood Condensation Realm or even the Bone Forging Realm, would at most be slightly agitated when they approached the wronged spirits; they would never be so terrified and lose their composure.

There is only one possibility that could cause them to be so terrified: they have sensed a being that is more ferocious, harder, and more unapproachable than themselves, standing not far away.

The Taoist priest immediately thought of it: the Mountain Lord!

Only when encountering someone who previously exuded the aura of the "Mountain King" will the vengeful spirits within his talisman cause such a great disturbance.

The might of the mountain king carries a natural power of subjugation. Any evil spirit or ghost in front of it is like a rabbit facing a tiger, only able to flee in panic, without having the slightest thought of resistance.

It's no surprise that Qinghe County is full of hidden talents, but what he never expected was that such talents were hidden in this young man.

He looked Qin Chuan up and down, feeling that the young man in front of him was somewhat familiar. Then he remembered that he had seen him at the dock. At that time, the boy was following behind Qian Laifu, dressed neatly and smartly, like a junior manager.

While Ma Yanwang and Qian Laifu were talking, he stood quietly a few steps away, neither interrupting nor looking around, behaving very well.

Hu Daoren remembered that after glancing at the boy, he didn't pay much attention to him. In his opinion, the boy was ordinary, with scattered qi and blood, ordinary bones and muscles, and no unusual aura. He could not possibly be the one who unleashed the "fierce aura".

Hu Daoren had spent most of his life navigating the world of martial arts, observing people, demons, and ghosts with remarkable skill, and the number of times he had misjudged them was extremely rare. However, this time, he had truly misjudged them.

The menacing aura emanating from the young man before him, along with the almost frenzied reaction of the wronged spirit within the talisman, all told Hu Daoren that this young man was definitely not simple.

But what followed was a new question: when they were at the dock, Master Hu also carried a magic tablet, but why did the tablet not react then, but now it has changed so drastically.

Could it be that this change in the kid has only happened recently?

Or perhaps he hid so well at the dock that even the amulet was fooled?

Or perhaps, that "mountain king" aura was merely a temporary aura that was triggered during the fight, rather than something that was permanently present on him.

Hu Daoren was somewhat baffled and couldn't figure it out, but he also knew that the answer to all his questions lay with the young man in front of him.

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