Chapter 911: 【693】Special Transcendent 1! (6K for monthly ticket and subscription) Chapter 911: 【693】Special Transcendent 1! (6K for monthly ticket and subscription) “Thump—”
A headless corpse fell to the ground, completely silent.
Liu Chihu’s eyes bulged, almost spewing fire in anger.
The man who died was Tu Kui! His most trusted aide!
“You’re looking for death!”
His figure disappeared from the spot, trying to find the newcor.
“Bang.”
Far away, another of his companions fell.
The skinny man shouted and turned to run, but unexpectedly, a hand pierced through his chest; before he could react, he was thrown away.
In the blink of an eye, only Liu Chihu was left.
Liu Chihu seized the rare opportunity and his figure instantly dashed forward, bursting out with all his strength.
His fingers clenched into a fist, delivering a devastating blow. In an instant, he brought out a vast shadow, almost covering all the space in front of him, cutting off all the paths of the newcor, leaving him no escape.
“Die!” Liu Chihu’s entire Vitality converged, as if gathering all his strength, stirring up a fierce Gang Wind in the air.
“Bang!”
A dull sound. In that instant, all shadows of the fists disappeared, and all tearing sounds of the Gang Wind abruptly ceased.
Liu Chihu’s eyes rolled wide, the bloodshot eyes wide open, his mouth slightly agape, showing both confusion and shock.
Because just at that mont!
The punch he had thrown with all his strength was caught by a large hand, unable to move at all.
“This…”
“How is this possible!!!”
His heartbeat skipped inexplicably.
Liu Chihu struggled frantically, trying to break free, but the opponent’s strength was shockingly great, and the disparity between them was too vast!
Despite using all his strength, even as the skin and flesh on his fist began to crack and bleed, he still couldn’t break free from the opponent’s grip.
In a fleeting mont.
He suddenly saw the face of the newcor.
It was the sa face he had just seen.
It was actually—
“You!!!”
Liu Chihu felt as if he had seen sothing terrifying, completely caught off guard.
Wasn’t this the kid he had just bullied recklessly in the alley?
Yet now, Pei Jinye’s deanor and aura seed completely transford.
If the person at the entrance of the alley was weak and defenseless,
The person standing before him now seed like a terrifying being condensed from endless darkness, his intensely fiery Vitality nearly making it hard for him to breathe.
Even though that face was calm, just a casual glance from the opponent made his heart leap and his muscles twitch in fear!
A massive threat of death overwhelmingly lood over him.
“You… you bastard… Who are you?!!!” Liu Chihu’s whole body was on edge, shrinking as if trying to regain a sense of safety.
His eyes filled with disbelief.
Staring at Pei Jinye… the young man who was just at his rcy.
In a split second.
He had beco the disadvantaged.
The chill in his heart might even have surpassed the surge of humiliation that was raging.
This humiliation stemd from being completely played, which was furiously erging.
“Only Seventh Rank, do you think you have the capital to be arrogant? You’ve brought quite a lot of trouble… indeed, you deserve to die.”
Pei Jinye said calmly.
Unlike his deanor at the alleyway earlier, now even a simple statent from him instilled a spine-tingling fear.
This unexplained terror seed to drown out all other sounds around.
In fear, Liu Chihu roared.
He was unwilling.
And even more angry.
“You really think you’ve got cornered? I am— a Domain Strongman!”
During his roar.
He activated his Domain.
Ripples appeared in the surrounding space, as if countless mirrors had erged.
He gathered all his strength again, this ti using his legs—his lifeti of learning erupted at this mont.
Yet regardless of how many tis he attacked, Pei Jinye blocked them effortlessly, as if sothing in the air was hindering his attacks.
His speed was getting slower, his entire body felt like it was sinking into a quagmire.
Though he never touched the opponent, the real, stifled sounds of being blocked were there.
“This guy…”
“What kind of monster is he!!!”
A fear nad terror swiftly scaled Liu Chihu’s chest, rapidly spreading.
He didn’t understand.
He really didn’t!
“I am… Seventh Rank! Why can’t I still overpower you?”
However, the response he got was a seemingly ruthless Iron Fist.
“Crack!”
His arm broke.
Liu Chihu scread in pain.
He couldn’t believe that in front of Pei Jinye, he was no better than an utterly deficient opponent.
The storm-like fists enveloped him swiftly.
“Seventh Rank strong, huh?”
While pumling and wearing down Liu Chihu’s spiritual power, Pei Jinye spoke calmly.
“Ah!” Liu Chihu seized the opportunity, his left fist swinging.
However, with a “snap,” it was grasped.
Gazing at the last sixty thousand Psychic Power above his head, Pei Jinye’s voice resonated.
“Alright, it’s ti to end this.”
“What?”
Liu Chihu’s heart thumped.
When he looked up, all his vision filled with was an overwhelming large hand.
He exerted all his strength in an attempt to counterattack.
However, his bones felt like they were being bombarded by countless particles, erupting in explosive sounds, fracturing from the inside out.
Blood spurted out.
As his vision blurred, he faintly seed to hear sothing.
“Enter the dream…”
All the sufferings finally ceased from this mont.
He inexplicably exhaled in relief, just feeling… so comfortable.
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