Qi-Blood was declining; his peak had passed, and it seed he was about to lose...
"I don’t believe it. My ’Wind Listening Blade’ has been glorious all my life; could it be that today I, Jin Zhihuan, will be killed by a Bone Training Martial Artist? I can’t accept this result. Even if today I cannot escape death, I will take you down with ." Jin Zhihuan howled again, forcibly stirring up all the Qi-Blood in his body, reigniting the dimming Sword Gang with brilliant light at this mont.
At this mont, he no longer held the blade in one hand, for his right arm had gone numb, trembling and unable to hold the blade steady, so he gripped the blade with both hands.
Fist Power, Qi-Blood, and even the last bit of spirit in his withered body was fully extracted.
Jin Zhihuan, amidst a trance, seed to have caught a glimpse of the path of the Upper Three Realms Martial Artist.
"Sweeping through eight provinces."
At that mont, he unleashed another killing strike; yes, this blade was aid right at Li Yi’s head, it wasn’t a so-called ’sweep’. Clearly, this old river and lake Martial Artist played one last cunning trick in his final monts, attempting to mislead the enemy with the na of the move to create a sliver of opportunity for victory. However, Li Yi was not from Xingzhou and did not understand the na of the technique.
"Eye-witness Skill."
Li Yi dared not be careless, he didn’t want to fall victim to his opponent’s final strike; in this crucial mont, he employed the Eye-witness Skill of an Evolver from the inspiration realm.
His eyes glinted brightly, and a strong ntal disturbance instantly struck the opponent.
Jin Zhihuan had not expected such a technique from the other party. He had bet everything on this strike and had no defenses up, so he was imdiately hit by the Eye-witness Skill.
Hum hum!
His consciousness blurred for a mont.
But he quickly shook off the effects of the Eye-witness Skill.
Yet, in life-and-death battles, monts can determine life and death. Now that he was disturbed, Li Yi’s punch, faster than his sword strike, thundered in front of him.
Boom!
The explosive Jin Qi sounded like thunder, as divine powers were unleashed yet again.
Thunder God’s Hamr!
Jin Zhihuan saw the incoming punch and his pupils suddenly contracted. But his body could no longer dodge or summon the Protective Gang Qi, and then darkness overtook him as his head endured a solid punch.
"Bang!"
The Fist Power pierced through, as if a Qi Cultivation Expert’s Fist Gang had burst forth; his head instantly vanished, turning into a mist of blood that dissipated, and the Wind Listening Blade that had been falling lost all its power in a flash, landing painlessly on Li Yi’s shoulder before being flung away.
Clang.
The Wind Listening Blade hit the ground, making a noise, but Jin Zhihuan’s headless corpse also fell alongside it.
This renowned Qi Cultivation Expert had managed to briefly revive his peak strength with his last Heart Blood, yet he was still no match for Li Yi and was killed by the newcor within the courtyard of his own martial arts hall.
And his death signified Li Yi’s success in the conquest of the martial arts hall.
"Not bad, Refining Points are indeed extraordinary, sowhat hard to kill," Li Yi slowly withdrew his fist, his vertical pupils illuminating as he evaluated inwardly.
But it was just sowhat hard, not impossible to kill.
"Won, we won." Rong Niang finally let down her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, and a victorious smile appeared on her tense face.
The eldest apprentice brother had indeed succeeded in killing Jin Zhihuan, the head of the Jin Family Martial Arts Hall.
Incredible, truly incredible.
Overcoming with Bone Training cultivation, rising above and slaying across three realms to kill a Marrow Training opponent; truly, there are such absurd incidents in this world.
Indeed, it is as they say: "Yi’s bravery is unparalleled in history."
Following the death of Jin Zhihuan.
All the disciples who had been watching nearby were dumbfounded, unable to believe the scene before them, but with the corpse lying right in front of them, they had no choice but to believe.
The head of the hall had really been killed.
After briefly accepting this outco, what followed was a wave of fear that swept over their bodies.
Without the head of the hall, who could stop the eldest apprentice brother of Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall?
Each of them, having almost all been stained with the blood of Zhao’s disciples, now faced the risk of retribution with their big tree fallen.
Flee?
Afterwards, this idea popped up in all their minds.
Flee from here, leave Sanyang City, leave Xingzhou, maybe then they could save their lives.
They had the advantage of numbers on their side; if they scattered and ran, the eldest apprentice brother of Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall might not be able to catch them all.
At this mont, the thoughts of these core disciples, both Marrow Training and Blood Training, surprisingly aligned, but no one dared make the first move. For the one who acted first would surely be slain, and only those who moved later might have a chance to live.
However, it seed as if Li Yi had sensed the restlessness of these people, his glowing vertical pupils suddenly glancing over this way.
Under the gaze, everyone trembled; the desire to run instantly vanished, replaced by unease and panic.
Rong Niang understood as well; now that the Marrow Training head of the hall was gone, but the vengeance was not yet complete, she also looked toward the rest, her eyes brimming with the intent to kill.
But she didn’t make any rash moves, waiting to see what the eldest apprentice brother wanted to do next.
Li Yi also knew that with Jin Zhihuan dead and the Jin Family Martial Arts Hall finished, the remaining disciples still posed a problem. If not dealt with, they would trouble him in the future. Furthermore, the law of the jungle and the winner-takes-all were the rules of this world; Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall had followed them, and now it was only right to do the sa.
With that thought, he imdiately said coldly, "You are all core disciples of Jin’s Martial Arts Hall, with a share in the blood feud of Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall."
Upon hearing this.
The dozens of disciples imdiately started sweating profusely, so trembling uncontrollably from the imminent fear of death.
"However, as they say, every debt has its debtor, and with Jin Zhihuan the debtor now dead, I am willing to offer you a path to life. Whether you can seize it is up to you. I hear that Jin’s Martial Arts Hall’s blade is skilled at beheading; well, whoever can bring the heads of twenty Jin Family disciples, I swear I will grant you a way out and not pursue retribution."
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