Chapter 87: Audacity in the Qi Drawing Realm_1

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No matter how much Song Qiang wanted to kill Xu Fan before, the moment he saw Xu Fan, Song Qiang’s head felt ice-cold.

Chen Miao, the third senior brother, did not appear as agreed; instead, Xu Fan had found his way inside Warehouse No. 74. Could there have been some mishap with the plan?

“No need to look for your lackeys; they’ve already gone below to scout the path for you,” Xu Fan said with a cold laugh as he saw the shock in Song Qiang’s eyes.

“Impossible, weren’t you supposed to be out buying things? How did you find this place!” Song Qiang exclaimed.

“I, am everywhere!” Xu Fan said darkly.

“Heh heh… Stop playing god and ghost in front of me. You simply came early to seek death. ‘You refused the path to heaven but barged into hell with no door to enter.’ Now, it’s just perfect. I will kill you first and then kidnap your daughter to drink her blood,” Ghost Life Twelve chuckled sinisterly, revealing a set of ghastly white teeth.

“You’ve summoned a couple of ants and now dare to provoke the tiger! Song Qiang, you are bound to die today. Not even Jesus can save you, mark my words!” Xu Fan pointed at Song Qiang, his expression turning murderous.

“Heh heh, think you can kill my disciple? First, you have to get past me. I will let you see now who the real ant is!” Ghost Life Twelve said with a laugh born of extreme anger, his skeletal body leaping down from the table in an instant.

“Right! Xu Fan, do you really think you can still touch a single hair on me? My master is a reclusive expert of Yan Country. He can turn you to ash with just one hand,” Song Qiang, bolstered by having Ghost Life Twelve at his back, jeered at Xu Fan.

“A mere jumping clown. Today, I, your emperor, will obliterate you in body and spirit!” After Xu Fan spoke, he did not wait for Ghost Life Twelve to reply. With a flicker, he appeared in front of Ghost Life Twelve, his right fist carrying a thunderous force, smashing viciously towards Ghost Life Twelve’s face.

Ghost Life Twelve showed a look of horror. He had thought Xu Fan was just a Body Refinement Martial Artist and did not expect him to move so fast. Before his words even finished, the figure was already before his eyes. The momentum carried by the fist was immensely powerful. Even as someone at the peak of the Qi Drawing Realm, Ghost Life Twelve felt the oppressive power within the punch’s wind and dared not take it head-on.

In a rush, Ghost Life Twelve’s body rapidly retreated, not only knocking over a table laden with meat but also causing the table to fall on Song Qiang’s foot, making him grimace in pain.

Ghost Life Twelve practiced a sinister skill called Bloodthirsty Yin Mara Skill, taught by the Eastern Islands. It was incredibly powerful, allowing someone at the peak of the Qi Drawing Realm to achieve True Qi Manifestation, a capability normally only possessed by those in the Qi Practicing Realm. However, this evil practice had significant drawbacks. First, as one’s skill level increased, their appearance would gradually become like that of a demon, and their temperament would become fickle, cruel, and bloodthirsty.

The second disadvantage was that in order to accelerate the cultivation of this evil skill, one must consume human flesh or blood. The higher the quality of the blood and flesh, the more it could enhance one’s power. Ghost Life Twelve was originally an insignificant Martial Artist, but after acquiring the Bloodthirsty Yin Mara Skill, he secretly killed several Martial Artists and drank their blood, which enabled him to reach the peak of the Qi Drawing Realm so quickly.

Ghost Life Twelve had agreed to help Song Qiang because the target was a solitary Martial Artist. If Ghost Life Twelve managed to kill Xu Fan, he could use Xu Fan’s blood to increase his power.

Stuck at the peak of the Qi Drawing Realm for several years, Ghost Life Twelve urgently needed the blood of a powerful Martial Artist. Only by consuming blood could he possibly ascend to the Qi Practicing Realm, also commonly referred to as the Martial Arts Grandmaster Realm among Martial Artists.

Seeing that Xu Fan’s martial prowess exceeded his own expectations, Ghost Life Twelve’s eyes not only reflected astonishment but also emitted a bloodthirsty gleam.

After killing Xu Fan and drinking his blood, I will absolutely be able to advance to the Qi Practicing Realm today, becoming another Martial Arts Grandmaster in Yan Country. By then, even the annoying Flame Dragon Organization won’t be worth my attention.

With this thought, Gui Sheng Thirteen no longer hesitated. A withered palm shot out a streak of blood-red Qi Force, reaching for Xu Fan’s face.

This was the real power of a Qi Drawing Realm martial artist, attacking by attaching True Qi to parts of the body. It was alright for him to release True Qi to kill some cockroaches just now, but to kill an authentic martial artist, that forcibly extruded bit of external True Qi was simply not enough. Only True Qi attached to the body could achieve a stronger attacking effect.

Xu Fan watched as Gui Sheng Twelve’s ghastly bone claws approached, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

So it’s a Qi Drawing Realm martial artist, not bad for an outside help Song Qiang brought this time. Pity that, even if you are from the Qi Drawing Realm, I became a “Martial Arts Grandmaster” of the Qi Practicing Realm just yesterday, and today, I’m at the pinnacle of that status.

In Xu Fan’s hand, a stream of Golden Qi ignited, grabbing Gui Sheng Twelve’s bone claws.

Gui Sheng Twelve felt an intense pain in his arm, which Xu Fan firmly controlled, like being clamped by iron pliers. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t break free.

The blood-red True Qi attached to Gui Sheng Twelve’s bone claws, upon encountering Xu Fan’s Golden Qi, was immediately suppressed. In less than two seconds, the blood-red True Qi was completely dissolved.

“My Yin Mara True Qi!” Gui Sheng Thirteen bellowed. This blood-red True Qi was his unmatched Magical Treasure in fighting enemies; if ordinary people were touched even slightly, they would be corroded away just as if splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid, leaving nothing but bones.

Gui Sheng Twelve had defeated many experts with his extremely malevolent Yin Mara True Qi, yet he never expected that Xu Fan would possess an even more formidable Golden Qi, which clearly could restrain his Yin Mara True Qi.

“How could such sly tricks withstand the Power of the Great Dao!” The Golden Qi in Xu Fan’s palm suddenly surged, covering his entire arm in a golden glow.

And the arm of Gui Sheng Twelve, which Xu Fan was holding, was penetrated by the Golden Qi after the blood-red True Qi was exhausted.

“Ah!” Gui Sheng Twelve let out a sharp, agonized scream.

Xu Fan’s Golden Qi, like the fire of the sun, scorched his arm, feeling as though it was thrust into a steel furnace over a thousand degrees; no imagination was needed to know his agony.

“Let go of me!” Gui Sheng Twelve mustered all his strength, trying to withdraw his arm from Xu Fan’s grasp, but how could Xu Fan possibly let him go, his grip on Gui Sheng Twelve’s arm unyielding.

“Ah!” A flicker of despair crossed Gui Sheng Twelve’s face, seeing no way to pull his arm from Xu Fan’s grip, he turned his right hand into a blade and chopped at his own left arm.

With a “swoosh,” Gui Sheng Twelve’s left arm was severed clean off. Clutching the stump, he didn’t have time to cry out in pain as he dashed toward the warehouse door with ghostly speed.