Blood Sky Hall, on an open plaza.
The air seed to have fallen into stagnation.
An atmosphere of severe killing intent and bone-chilling coldness perated the entire area, making it suffocating to breathe.
Several secret disciples of Bone Demon Palace, led by i Changqing, including Jiang Ping, Pang Tiancheng, a cold-faced man, and the armored Yuan Li, ford an encircling formation.
All of these individuals were secret elite disciples who were at the Late Stage of Organ Refining or beyond!
An intense, bone-piercing killing intent, along with the invisible pressure of the Qi Transformation Realm, locked onto the dark-skinned youth. Moreover, the pressure was accompanied by the oppressive force of the Qi Transformation Realm.
If it were any ordinary Disciple in the Refining Organ Stage, they would probably have a ntal breakdown and lose the ability to fight.
Even a general Postnatal Qi Transformation expert would face trendous pressure and have difficulties getting out unscathed.
So injured disciples of Bone Demon Palace on the outskirts looked at Lu Zhuo with the eyes of soone watching a dead man.
Under such a dire situation,
The dark-skinned youth remained as if oblivious, showing not the slightest hint of panic.
"Ah, good people really don't get good rewards..."
Lu Zhuo, calm and unhurried, put away the small box sealing the "Blood Crystal Fla."
"This person..."
i Changqing's pupils contracted sharply.
Seeking death!
Demon Clown, Jiang Ping, and others, a gleam of cold light flashed in their eyes, and they made their move.
Whoosh boom!
Demon Clown swung his Wolf Fang Club, unleashing a massive shadowy black edge, overwhelming with a yin cold and domineering heavy Qi Force, bearing down.
The might of that one strike was very close to the Postnatal Qi Transformation level.
Swoosh!
A flash of red sand sparked between Jiang Ping's eyebrows, and with a flick of her slender hand, another "Black Profound Silk" appeared, transforming into a sharp-edged red and black thread, cutting towards Lu Zhuo a step ahead.
Faced with the preemptive red and black thread, Lu Zhuo's expression changed ever so slightly.
At the sa instant.
Attacks from the cold-faced man, the armored man, and other Late Stage Organ Refining opponents lunged at him from all directions.
Hiss pop!
The sharp-edged red and black thread grazed past Lu Zhuo's body, causing his figure to suddenly shatter.
Everyone's vision blurred for a mont, witnessing only a flickering shadow.
"Be careful!"
i Changqing's complexion changed.
Among all the people present, only he had a clear view of Lu Zhuo's movent technique.
The opponent had utilized an almost magical thod to instantly shift his position the mont the red and black thread was about to make contact.
From utter stillness to explosive motion, in the blink of an eye, it was like teleportation.
Such an explosively changing movent technique was not only mysterious but also beyond what an ordinary person's body could withstand.
Swoosh!
A black shadow flashed, darting next to Demon Clown for close-quarters combat!
Demon Clown's Wolf Fang Club, being a heavy weapon, was at a disadvantage when outmaneuvered up close.
"Seeking death!"
Demon Clown decisively threw away the Wolf Fang Club, and his fist swung furiously, blasting out a huge thick black Qi shadow the size of a water vat.
He was born with imnse strength and truly didn't fear close-quarter combat.
A hint of mockery flashed in Lu Zhuo's eyes. Black iron-like patterns erged on his dark-skinned arm, emitting an ancient bloodline aura.
"Get out of the way quickly!"
This scene made both i Changqing and Jiang Ping simultaneously shout out.
But their warnings were far too late.
Lu Zhuo's sudden approach and the advantage in speed left Demon Clown with no chance to dodge.
In fact.
Demon Clown's decision to discard the cumberso Wolf Fang Club and engage in close combat with his fists would typically be considered very wise.
Boom bang!
The iron-like fist obliterated Demon Clown's fist, arm, and shoulder into a pulp in an instant.
The scene was akin to a steel hamr rolling over a baby's body.
"Ah..."
Demon Clown scread as the remaining part of his arm, including half of his shoulder, was reduced to mush.
With a "bang," his mutilated body was blasted away.
Before everyone could recover from their shock,
Boom bang!
Black Qi patterns flared up on Demon Clown's body, and as he exploded mid-air, his body burst into an unrecognizable ss of blood and flesh.
Hisss!
The injured Bone Demon Palace disciples who weren't participating in the battle all gasped in shock.
Including i Changqing and others, their faces were a picture of horror.
Pong ding ding!
Attacks from the cold-faced man, the armored man, and others landed on Lu Zhuo.
No matter how strong Lu Zhuo was, there would definitely be a pause in the fight with Demon Clown, leaving him unlikely to escape from the encirclent.
However.
What chilled everyone to the bone was that two bladed lights that struck Lu Zhuo seed as if they had hit an iron pillar.
Sparks flew everywhere!
The dark-skinned youth, whether it was his hide armor or the exposed black rock-like skin, remained completely undamaged.
"Such defensive power..."
The armored fighter Yuan Li, amidst his shock, suddenly thought of soone.
Chen Yu!
Similar formidable physical strength was only seen in Chen Yu of the Yunyue Sect.
And.
This Lu Zhuo's fighting style was very much like Chen Yu's, both excelling at close-quarter combat.
Including in terms of movent technique.
Both Lu Zhuo and Chen Yu could increase their speed explosively in an instant, the difference being that the forr's thod of increasing speed was even more skillful and refined.
Zing swoosh!
After killing Demon Clown and enduring the blows from two Late Stage Organ Refining, Lu Zhuo's figure once again flashed.
"Where do you think you're going!"
An overwhelming pressure of the Qi Transformation Realm suddenly descended.
Whoosh whoa!
A gust of faint, ghostly black Qi had already enveloped Lu Zhuo ahead of ti.
"Truly worthy of being the top genius of Bone Demon Palace."
Lu Zhuo chuckled, and once more, a layer of black iron-like patterns erged on his skin, even more intricate than before.
Buzz whoosh!
This ti, his arm covered in black iron patterns swelled slightly and also manifested a layer of dark and dense Qi glow.
This Qi glow resembled inner breath but also echoed the fluctuations of Postnatal True Qi.
Poom ka!
The black iron arm dragged a dark and dull Qi blade, fiercely tearing through the swirling faint black mist.
Not only that.
A glint of excitent flashed in Lu Zhuo's eyes, like a wild iron boar charging through the black mist before leaping into the air, pouncing to kill i Changqing.
In mid-air.
i Changqing's black hair danced as he enshrouded his palm with a compressed layer of gloomy black Qi, exuding a frightening pressure.
Lu Zhuo's swollen black arm stirred up a dark Qi blade, giving off an ancient and savage aura.
Poom hong!
The forces of the Qi Transformation Realm clashed several tis, causing violent gusts of black wind to sweep across five or six zhang, pushing back disciples of the Bone Demon Palace nearby.
"Ah!"
A disciple of the Bone Demon Palace at the Mid-stage of Organ Refining was caught in the blast of the Qi wave, screaming as his body shattered to death.
At the sa mont.
Screech! Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Another series of figures appeared in the open square.
It was the disciples of the Three Sects Camp, numbering twenty or thirty people.
From the Yunyue Sect side, there were stalwarts like Chen Yu, Huangfulin, and Chang Xuan.
From the Iron Sword Sect side, there were Fei Letian, the Yellow Robed Girl, Gao Feng, and others.
From the Water Moon Sect side, there were disciples like Li Bingyue, Senior Sister Yi, and Chen Ying'er.
"Who is that dark-skinned youth, standing in contest with i Changqing?"
"Look quick! That seems to be Demon Clown's corpse..."
The disciples of the Three Sects Camp stared at the scene before them with shock and awe.
At this mont.
The disciples of the Bone Demon Palace were besieging a dark-skinned youth, seemingly without avail.
Boom poom!
Lu Zhuo and i Changqing clashed in mid-air once more.
Wa!
i Changqing spat out a mouthful of blood, his figure swayed, and he stumbled back two or three zhang.
Ding ding poom!
In the anti, the attacks from the people of the Bone Demon Palace landed on Lu Zhuo, with sparks flying off but mostly ignored.
Only Jiang Ping's attack made Lu Zhuo dodge slightly.
"i Changqing has lost!"
"The number one talent of the Bone Demon Palace, actually defeated by a nobody!"
The entire place erupted in chaotic surprise.
Especially the disciples of the Bone Demon Palace, they were shocked and panicked, unable to believe it.
"This Lu Zhuo, actually standing against all the secret disciples of the Bone Demon Palace by himself, Demon Clown died by his hand."
Chen Yu took a sharp intake of breath.
At that instant.
He rembered Liu Xin'er's warning before she left, to never provoke Lu Zhuo!
Could it be.
That Liu Xin'er and this Lu Zhuo were from the sa camp?
"How is it possible... Your cultivation hasn't reached the Qi Transformation Realm."
i Changqing wiped away the blood, his face full of disbelief.
The clash just now was entirely a head-on collision, without the slightest trickery.
As a result.
He, a legitimate Qi Transformation Realm expert, was defeated by a newcor at the Peak of Refining Organ, even though the latter was supported by an ancient bloodline.
"Heh heh, half a year ago, I could have advanced to the Qi Transformation Realm, but I deliberately held back to ensure I could enter the Blood Burial Garden," Lu Zhuo said with a hint of schadenfreude, his body surrounded by a circle of dark and simple Qi blade.
This aura, although at the Refining Organ Stage Cultivation, had condensed elents of Postnatal True Qi, its power was not inferior.
"Is it like my 'Cloud Evil Fist', which has a chance to condense Cloud Evil True Qi in advance?" Chen Yu pondered.
"Why didn't you advance?" i Changqing's complexion grew even uglier.
If the other party won with the cultivation of the Qi Transformation Realm, it would have been sowhat more acceptable to him.
"If I, Lu Zhuo, had advanced to the Qi Transformation Realm, would Master Fu, the Palace Master, have easily allowed to enter the Blood Burial Garden?"
Lu Zhuo said with a sneer.
Everything was within Lord Xue Feng's calculations.
If he had appeared with the cultivation of the Qi Transformation Realm, the Bone Demon Palace would not have readily allowed him to enter the Blood Burial Garden.
Or even if he managed to enter by force, he would be subject to various sches and targeting.
"You don't need to make excuses for yourself. Just with this ancient bloodline of mine, even if I hadn't condensed True Qi, I could still defeat you."
The dark-skinned youth proudly claid.
Lu Zhuo's gaze swept over the disciples of the three sects and the Bone Demon Palace, and a hint of superiority crept into his look.
That look was like a city dweller casting a glance at a villager from a small, rural place.
"Brother i, this Lu Zhuo's bloodline heritage seems to be much higher than both mine and that of the Shangguan Family," Jiang Ping said gravely, communicating silently.
During the recent clash, her bloodline force had constantly quivered uneasily, suppressed by the opponent.
Whoosh!
The dark-skinned youth's figure flashed again, going from utter stillness to extre motion, essentially without warning.
Within a few quick moves.
Lu Zhuo had already reached the edge of the blood pool.
At this ti.
The greatest threat inside the blood pool, the "Blood Crystal Fla", had been sealed, cutting its threat by more than half, but it was still not a place ordinary people could intrude.
"The Ten-thousand-year Blood Soul Flower!"
The disciples of the Three Sects Camp stared at the dazzling and translucent blood-colored flower in the blood pool.
"Brother i, are we really going to just let him take the Blood Soul Flower?"
Jiang Ping and the others showed a reluctance on their faces.
Indeed.
Even if all the people of the Bone Demon Palace attacked together, they could not handle Lu Zhuo.
However, now that many strong fighters had arrived on the scene, they could potentially stop him.
"Wait until he enters the blood pool and picks the Blood Soul Flower. He will be attacked and retaliated by the Blood Soul Flower Spirit, and that will be the best ti to make our move," i Changqing said, his eyes flickered, yet he retained his cool.
At his words.
The people of the Bone Demon Palace nodded in agreent, holding their breath.
"I feel that Lu Zhuo's strength might not have reached its limit. To defeat him, relying on just myself as the main force would have small chances of success. We need soone who can engage him in close combat, at least soone who can restrain him," i Changqing adjudged.
"Soone who can engage Lu Zhuo in close combat, does such a person actually exist?"
The disciples of the Bone Demon Palace rembered Lu Zhuo's terrifying close combat and shivered instinctively at the thought.
"If it's just about close-quarters restraint, it seems there really is soone who can do it," Yuan Li, the armoured man, seed to realize sothing.
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