Bloody Battle

Amidst the elder's solemn gaze, a figure slowly walked in through the breach.

"How is this possible!" Although he already harbored some expectations, seeing this human who should have been dead beyond a doubt in his eyes actually reappear before him, the elder still could not help crying out in shock.

Only to see Ling Yun standing there with a cold expression at the breach, his terrifying gaze sweeping over the old and young pair before him.

"Very well, you finally dragged that old turtle out."

Upon hearing this, the elder instead laughed out of extreme anger. How many years had it been since anyone dared speak to him, Situ Ying, like this.

"The young are truly ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth. Don't think that because you luckily escaped this old man's attack once, you can run so rampant!"

"Considering your talent is passable, if you are willing to kneel before this old man right now, I will spare your life!"

"It just so happens that this old man is still lacking a disciple by my side, and your aptitude barely makes the cut. How about it?"

"Master..." The youth behind Situ Ying turned pale at those words and wanted to say something, but upon seeing the cold glint in his eyes, he instantly lowered his head and dared not speak further.

Ling Yun picked at his ear with a disdainful look, casually ripping away the garments that had already rotted into cloth strips to reveal the knotted muscles beneath.

"Old thing, have you finished your babbling or not?"

"Want to be my master? Then let's see if you have the ability!"

By the time he finished speaking, his words were already filled with sha qi!

"You..."

Situ Ying's expression changed.

Yet Ling Yun did not plan to waste any more breath with him, violently stomping his right foot against the ground as veins bulged all over his body and his entire aura instantly climbed to its peak!

Burst Force!

Watching Ling Yun vanish from the spot in an instant, Situ Ying thought to himself that it was bad. Before he could even react, a pair of icy eyes had already appeared right before him!

The next moment, a fist the size of a sand-bag heavily smashed into Situ Ying's forehead, the terrifying power following the fist and instantly venting outward.

Boom!

"Ugh-ah!!"

Situ Ying only had time to emit a miserable scream before his entire body flew backward instantly like a shattered sack.

After smashing through several walls in succession, he slammed heavily into the ground.

For a time, dust and smoke rose everywhere, thoroughly burying his figure.

"With just this bit of strength you still wanted to take me as a disciple? In my opinion, you might as well leave your life here today!" Ling Yun wore an ice-cold expression as he strode toward Situ Ying's location.

"Ugh... Ah... Junior... How dare you!" Within the mist, a figure struggled to stand up—it was none other than Situ Ying, who had been sent flying by Ling Yun's single punch.

Right now his state could be described as utterly miserable. A fist-sized crater was indented into his face, and his forehead had even split open with several pinky-thick cracks, continuously leaking a bizarre, pitch-black liquid.

Yet this injury, which would have been fatal to ordinary people, seemed to have no major impact on him at all.

A few centipede-like creatures bit through his left eye, slowly crawling out from the eye socket. While licking away the black liquid, they used their slender legs to tightly nail shut the cracks on his forehead.

Situ Ying wore a painful expression, his sole remaining eye looking viciously at the steadily approaching Ling Yun.

"Damned thing, I'm going to refine you into a flesh spawn and torture you miserably for a hundred years, ah-ah-ah-ah!!!"

The next moment, a streak of dark light abruptly shot out from the ground beneath Ling Yun's feet, aiming straight for the center of his brows!

"Do you think the same trick can work on me twice?" Ling Yun sneered, rapidly slamming his palms together to tightly trap the dark light between his palms!

The terrifying impact carried by the dark light caused Ling Yun's arms to bend slightly, and his entire body even retreated several steps until he stomped a heavy foot onto the ground, only then barely stabilizing his stance.

Only then did Ling Yun see clearly that this so-called dark light was actually a dagger-sized short sword, with some complex patterns engraved upon the blade that looked extremely mysterious.

As for why it was called a short sword rather than a dagger—because this was simply a short sword.

Sensing the mysterious short sword still struggling incessantly within his palms, Ling Yun also directly let out a fierce roar, the muscles in his arms bulging by another circle. "Be quiet for me!"

Terrifying pressure transmitted through the entire blade, and suddenly, with a crack sound, countless cracks quietly emerged.

The next moment, the dark light completely dissipated, and the mysterious short sword was finally thoroughly broken.

Simultaneously, Situ Ying in the distance also let out a muffled groan, coughing up a mouthful of black blood that sprayed a full several meters away!

Yet compared to his physical injuries, what terrified him even more was that Ling Yun had destroyed a Low-Grade Spirit Tool using sheer physical body alone!

This completely subverted the understanding of martial artists in his mind.

Only to see him look at Ling Yun in disbelief as he asked, "Who on earth are you!"

Ling Yun casually tossed the mysterious short sword, which had been reduced to mortal scrap iron, off to the side, looking at Situ Ying with a cold expression.

"Who I am is not important. What's important is that if Your Excellency only has these tricks, then you might as well peacefully set off on your way next!"

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Looking at the steadily approaching Ling Yun, who was radiating sha qi, Situ Ying actually calmed down. After a bout of violent coughing, he said with a vicious expression,

"Very well, very well, brat, you forced this!"

Ling Yun's gaze tightened, instantly sensing a tremendous sense of crisis from the fellow opposite him.

"As expected, he still has a trump card!" Ling Yun's expression remained unchanged as his body sank slightly.

Boom!

The next moment, his body catapulted forward, a single step crossing several meters like an out-of-pen fierce tiger. In just a few short seconds, he had already appeared before Situ Ying!

Knowing full well that the opponent was unleashing a major ultimate move, he certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to wait obediently in place.

Situ Ying looked at Ling Yun, who was close enough to touch, with a mixture of shock and anger, wanting nothing more than to say, The youth doesn't care about martial ethics, launching a sneak attack while this old man is powering up his ultimate!

Yet Ling Yun didn't care about any of that, showing not the slightest intention of giving him a moment to breathe as he struck down with a palm at full force.

Sensing the terrifying power contained within this palm, Situ Ying's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of needle tips.

If this palm connected, he would die!

At this juncture of life and death, no longer caring about any consequences, he violently thrust his right hand straight into his own chest. When he pulled it back out, it already held a beating heart!

"Suicide?" Watching his bizarre action, Ling Yun did not show the slightest bit of emotion.

The very instant the attack was about to connect, however, the corners of Situ Ying's mouth abruptly revealed a bloodthirsty smile.

And this time, Ling Yun's expression finally underwent a change.

"BOOM!!!"

A deafening, earth-shaking roar rang out like a bolt of clear lightning. The surrounding houses instantly collapsed, and with the two of them as the core, a violent shockwave swept outward in all directions!

A moment later, a figure flew backward out of the smoke, slamming heavily into the ground and cracking open several spiderweb-like fissures.

"Cough, cough!" Accompanied by violent coughing, the figure slowly stood up—and the one who appeared was unexpectedly Ling Yun!

At this moment he looked somewhat disheveled; his body bore wounds of varying sizes across the board, his right hand hung limply at his side, and bare white bones were faintly visible at the joints.

His mouth and nose continuously overflowed with fresh blood, making it clear that his internal organs had also suffered no small amount of damage.

None knew what on earth had transpired to cause him, who had originally held the absolute upper hand, to end up in such a miserable state.

At that moment, from within the distant smoke, bursts of bizarre, eerie roars drifted over.

As the smoke cleared away, a terrifying creature standing a full several meters tall unexpectedly appeared in the spot!

Judging purely from its outward appearance, it was impossible to tell what kind of creature it was. If forced to describe it, it was an eight-legged spider with its backside growing out of its back.

Its entire body was covered by a layer of black carapace bristling with spikes, and muscles were piled up in an exaggerated fashion all over, resembling one disgusting tumor after another.

Embedded in the central abdominal position was a human face, where Situ Ying's features could still be faintly discerned.

Who knew what he had done to actually transform into such a terrifying appearance right now.

At this moment, he seemed to have completely lost his reason, but even so, his eyes remained filled with vicious hatred as they stared fixedly at the distant Ling Yun.

After letting out a fierce hiss, it raised its two sickle-sharp front limbs and charged forward in a frenzy.

The ground trembled and dust and smoke billowed everywhere in its wake, creating a terrifying momentum!

Yet facing such a situation, the heavily injured Ling Yun instead couldn't help chuckling softly.

The laughter grew louder and louder, gradually even drowning out the roaring of the monster!

"Very well, this is exciting enough!"

Watching the fiercely charging monster, Ling Yun not only showed no intention of dodging, but instead charged straight toward it.

As the two sides continuously closed the distance, a flash of tyrannical cruelty crossed Ling Yun's eyes. His body violently leaped high into the air as he roared,

Tiger! Might!