"ROAR..."
The red blood beast was incredibly fast, carrying an astonishing Evil Qi. Its approach alone made Dust Sacrifice’s heart pound wildly.
"By the Dark Ash, what the hell is this thing?"
Dust Sacrifice had no ti to continue absorbing Rose’s martial foundation. He casually tossed her aside just as the fierce, domineering, blood-red Gang Qi slamd violently into his domain.
"BOOM!"
His feet plowed a ten-ter-long trench in the ground before he managed to stop, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.
"Who are you? Is there no end to this? Just co out all at once!"
Dust Sacrifice was furious. ’The process of devouring Rose can’t be stopped, or all my previous efforts will be wasted. I’d already figured out Su Yue’s strength. That woman’s techniques are flashy but lack real offensive power, which is why I dared to open my domain to devour her. But... who is this guy overflowing with Evil Qi? Where did he pop out from?’
Unexpected problems kept arising, one after another. Dust Sacrifice’s rage was indescribable. Every ti, sothing new ca along to ss things up.
(’Mr. Tang, that old dog’s sixth sense is pretty sharp.’)
(’Just watch the show and shut up.’)
Yan Sea no longer looked thin and haggard. His hair and beard stood on end, his eyes were scarlet red, and his Evil Qi surged to the heavens.
With such an appearance, he looked more like a villain than Dust Sacrifice.
"Sorry, I’m late."
After knocking Dust Sacrifice back, Yan Sea stared blankly at Su Yue, noticing the trace of blood on the corner of her lips.
A smile blood on Su Yue’s face. She pointed at Dust Sacrifice and arrogantly declared, "Kill him for ."
"Absurd! I am a Grandmaster! Don’t you lunatics know what a Grandmaster is?"
Dust Sacrifice was seething, but before he could react, dark-gold chains of Gang Qi suddenly appeared at his feet. Then, Yan Sea brutally charged into his domain. The corrosive effects of the Yin Erosion Scripture were utterly useless as a pair of iron fists smashed toward his face.
"POW... POW..."
Dust Sacrifice couldn’t block him at all. His domain was useless, his Yin Erosion power was useless. He couldn’t dodge, couldn’t match the power, and was forced to tank no less than twenty punches with his face, a Grandmaster’s face at that.
Whenever he found an opportunity to create distance, those vexing dark-gold chains would bind him tightly.
"Damn it... [Dark Etching]—Explode!"
With Dust Sacrifice at the center, an extrely violent burst of dark-attribute True Essence erupted in a hundred-ter radius. All matter within that range was annihilated into dust, but Yan Sea was unhard. A golden chain had appeared around his waist at so point, pulling him out at the critical mont.
Dust Sacrifice, his face black and blue, glared resentfully at Yan Sea.
"You f—"
Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Yan Sea charge at him again like a ferocious beast.
"Fuck!"
A powerful surge of True Essence exploded from under Dust Sacrifice’s feet, and he shot up into the air like a skyrocket with its fuse lit.
Yan Sea stopped and looked up at the pathetic figure in mid-air.
"Hahaha... Stupid, aren’t you? I’m a Grandmaster—I can fly! You ant-like bastard, prepare to face the wrath of a Grandmaster!"
’I never thought I’d be utterly powerless against a re Gang Qi Martial Artist. It’s unbelievable. That red-eyed mad dog down there has such domineering and ferocious Gang Qi that my higher-level True Essence can’t do a thing to him.’
’However, I am a Grandmaster capable of flight. The mont my feet left the ground, I beca invincible in this battle.’
"Lord Sacrifice, help... Save ..."
In the distance, Di Yunliang was scrambling away, half-limping, using his hands and feet. He saw Dust Sacrifice in the air. ’I can finally survive! This damned place is cursed.’
Han Qiubai had given up the chase after a while due to his leg injury, but not before coordinating with Yu Fei to severely wound one of the man’s legs.
Yu Fei, however, pursued relentlessly, determined to eliminate the evil. He had finally caught up to the man.
The commotion attracted the attention of the three onlookers.
Dust Sacrifice looked confused. ’Di Yunliang’s group was quite strong. Why is he the only one who ca back? Could it be... there are other experts?’ At this thought, a hint of regret appeared in his heart. This place was too strange. Nothing was going right.
Yan Sea looked back at Yu Fei, the scarlet in his eyes fading slightly. He exchanged a look with Su Yue, a silent understanding passing between them. Su Yue imdiately dashed toward Di Yunliang.
Di Yunliang watched the golden Gang Qi rush toward him. In the sky, Dust Sacrifice didn’t move. Di Yunliang’s heart sank to rock bottom. He understood now—he had been abandoned.
"Ahahaha... You old dog, you’ll die a miserable death."
Di Yunliang stopped running. He stood up and muttered a curse in a local dialect that Yu Fei didn’t understand.
He now stood a short distance from Di Yunliang, not continuing his pursuit, but watching him warily.
"Kid, you had a good ti chasing , didn’t you? Heh heh... Now you can keep company on the road to hell... Jie jie jie."
The mont Yu Fei heard this, he knew sothing was wrong. His Ruyi Shen Jin erupted as he shot backward, trying to retreat.
Di Yunliang knew he was dead for sure. With Dust Sacrifice not making a move, he wouldn’t last a single exchange against a Gang Qi Martial Artist. But before he died, he was determined to take this hateful bastard with him.
He was seen jabbing his fingers into major acupoints around his body, creating several bloody holes.
"Life-Breaking Tribulation Finger!"
With every bloody hole he created, his complexion grew a shade paler, but his aura paradoxically grew stronger.
"Die!"
Di Yunliang shot one last hateful glance at Dust Sacrifice. Bloody flas ignited around his body. Pushing off with his one good leg, he charged toward Yu Fei, his speed nearly matching Su Yue’s.
Life-Breaking Tribulation Finger originated from an ancient Secret Technique. It was a suicide art that dramatically increased a Martial Artist’s speed and destructive power for a quarter of an hour. Once their foundation was burned out or the ti was up, the Martial Artist would surely die.
In the last monts of his life, Di Yunliang only wanted to drag soone down with him. It didn’t matter who. This little brat had chased him all this way and, with that bitch’s help, had cut off his leg. Well then, he could pay for it with his life!
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