Crushing Defeat, Blood Burning Great Method!

Meanwhile, inside the house, the missing-eared man and the sinister-looking man were drinking with great gusto.

But when they noticed that Scarface had gone out to relieve himself and had not returned for quite some time, a trace of vigilance rose in their hearts.

"Did that brat Scarface fall into the latrine?"

"Why's he taking so long?"

The missing-eared man muttered as he set down his bowl of wine.

The sinister-looking man's gaze sharpened, and he said in a low voice:

"Something's wrong. Let's go out and take a look together!"

The two exchanged a glance, each seeing a flicker of unease in the other's eyes.

It should not have taken Scarface this long just to use the toilet.

And there had not been a single sound, either...

The two rose at the same time and cautiously made their way toward the back door.

Yet just as their hands were about to touch the door.

Boom!!

The flimsy wooden door was violently kicked apart from outside by an enormous force.

Amid the flying wood chips.

A huge cloud of pungent, spicy red powder swept over them like red smoke, blanketing them from head to toe.

It was chili powder!

"Ah! My eyes!!"

"Cough, cough! Damn it!"

The two were caught completely off guard and were hit at once.

The spicy powder invaded their eyes, mouths, and noses, bringing searing pain and violent coughing.

Their vision blurred completely, tears pouring uncontrollably from their eyes.

Just as their minds fell into chaos and they were wracked with agony.

A figure charged fiercely through the shattered doorway like a tiger unleashed from its cage.

Wang Yuan radiated killing intent. The Rock-Solid Qi and Blood of his First Blood Change and his Chasing Wind Qi and Blood erupted simultaneously, while the power of Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone was driven to its absolute limit.

He gave them no chance to catch their breath. His fists came down like a raging storm.

The Panshi Fist was steady and tyrannical, while the Chasing Wind Leg was nimble and swift.

Fists, feet, elbows, knees—his entire body was a weapon, raining down madly upon the two men, who had lost both their sight and their bearings to the chili powder.

Bang! Bang!

Thud! Crack!

Dull impacts, the sounds of shattering bones, and miserable screams rang out without end.

The missing-eared man flailed his arms wildly in defense, only for Wang Yuan's heavy Panshi Fist to smash his breastbone inward.

He spat blood and flew backward, crashing into the wall and falling silent.

The sinister-looking man was somewhat stronger. Enduring the burning pain in his eyes.

"Who the fuck are you?!"

Relying on his senses, he roared in fury. The qi and blood within his body surged sharply in an instant as he lunged at Wang Yuan.

He had clearly used some method to stimulate his potential!

"You've still got strength?"

"You're really courting death!"

Wang Yuan's eyes turned cold. He neither dodged nor retreated, instead unleashing Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone with all his strength.

He clenched his right fist, gathering all the power in his body into a single point.

He threw the purest—and most violent—Panshi Fist straight ahead.

Fist against fist!

Boom!

A shockwave spread outward from where their fists collided.

The sinister-looking man's forcibly enhanced qi and blood was as fragile as paper before Wang Yuan's Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone power—condensed like a mountain, vast like the sea.

The bones throughout his entire arm shattered joint by joint in an instant. The terrifying fist force penetrated his body and directly shattered his heart meridians.

His body froze in place, madness and unwillingness still lingering in his eyes, before he fell stiffly backward, utterly devoid of life.

In the blink of an eye, all three First Blood Change martial artists of the Incense God Cult had been executed!

Wang Yuan let out a rough breath, calming his churning qi and blood.

He swiftly searched the three men and ultimately found some loose silver, along with several sticks of low-grade Chaotic Blood Incense—dark red in color and reeking pungently.

He also pulled a thin booklet from the sinister man's chest.

Three words were written on the cover—Blood Burning Great Method!

Wang Yuan flipped through it roughly and immediately understood.

It was actually a secret art that burned one's own qi and blood to forcibly raise one's strength for a short time.

Its power was certainly impressive, but the damage it inflicted upon one's foundation was immense.

Especially for martial artists of the Incense God Cult, who relied on Chaotic Blood Incense to break through and whose qi and blood were already unstable and impure.

Using this method was no different from drinking poison to quench thirst. They were being treated entirely as cannon fodder to be expended.

"But..."

"This suits me."

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A glint flashed through Wang Yuan's eyes.

He possessed Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone. His qi and blood were far more abundant than those of others at the same level, and his foundation was incomparably solid.

To him, the side effects of this Blood Burning Great Method...

Might only mean being weak for a couple more days and eating a few extra Qi and Blood Pills to make up for it.

But at a critical moment, it could become a trump card.

He put away the secret manual and the useful items. After glancing at the wrecked room and the corpses on the floor, he prepared to turn and leave.

Just as he stepped out through the ruined back door.

An exceedingly faint rustling sound and muffled breathing came from beneath the bed inside.

Wang Yuan paused, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips.

He pretended to leave, his footsteps gradually fading into the distance.

Under the bed.

Widow Li clamped a hand tightly over her mouth, trembling from head to toe in terror.

Only after there was completely no sound outside did she dare to gasp for breath. The relief of surviving the disaster surged through her heart, only to be replaced at once by intense resentment and fear.

"It's over... They're all dead..."

"I-I have to hurry and tell the hall master... That Wang Yuan... he's a devil..."

Shaking, she crawled out from under the bed, her face covered in dust and her eyes full of panic.

Yet just as she stood up.

A ghostly voice, teasing and light as a breeze, sounded beside her ear:

"Who... are you going to find?"

Widow Li's entire body suddenly stiffened, as though her blood had frozen in an instant.

She raised her head in utter horror.

Wang Yuan had somehow returned, standing right in front of her.

Those icy eyes watched her without the slightest emotion.

"I... I..."

Widow Li was scared out of her wits and tried to explain, to beg for mercy.

But Wang Yuan gave her no further chance to speak.

For an accomplice like her, one who aided a tiger in its evil and helped a tyrant commit atrocities, who knew how many families she had ruined and destroyed.

He would not show the slightest mercy!

His fist carried a fierce gust of wind as it rapidly filled her terror-widened pupils.

"Bang!"

A dull thud rang out.

Widow Li's head burst like an overripe watermelon, red and white matter spraying everywhere as her body crumpled limply to the floor.

Wang Yuan did not even glance at her corpse as he walked to the table.

He gently picked up the flickering oil lamp and turned his wrist.

Scalding lamp oil splashed over the tables, chairs, corpses, and the piles of low-grade Chaotic Blood Incense.

Flames surged up in an instant, greedily devouring everything.

Wang Yuan turned away, his figure fully melting into the night and vanishing into the depths of Bluestone Alley.

Behind him, towering flames dyed half the sky red.

"Fire!"

Accompanied by the crackle of burning wood and the gradually rising cries of alarm and commotion from the alley.

Wang Yuan tossed aside his old bloodstained clothes, then returned home as though nothing had happened.

The night was deep, and only a dim yellow oil lamp was lit inside the small house.

Wang Yuan sat cross-legged on the kang bed, the Blood Burning Technique secret manual he had looted from an Incense God Cult martial artist spread open before him.

He carefully studied the cultivation formulas and diagrams of blood and qi circulation within.

Just as he had expected, the Blood Burning Technique was not complicated to learn.

Its core lay in using a unique method to rapidly vibrate and burn one's own blood and qi, transforming it into fiercer, more powerful strength in an instant.

The key was exquisite control over one's blood and qi, as well as a resolute will that bordered on self-mutilation.

The secret manual divided the Blood Burning Technique into three realms:

Minor Accomplishment: One could burn a portion of one's blood and qi, raising one's strength by roughly fifty percent for a short time. The duration was brief, and afterward, one would fall into a period of weakness.

Major Accomplishment: One could burn blood and qi more efficiently, doubling one's strength.

The duration would be somewhat longer, but the ensuing weakness would be even worse, and it would also inflict a certain degree of damage upon the Meridians.

Perfection: Having reached the realm of transformation, one could unleash a terrifying power twice that of one's normal strength.

Its might was astonishing, but the price was equally immense. At best, one's cultivation would regress and one's foundation would be damaged; at worst, one's blood and qi would burn out completely, resulting in death.

Unless driven to the absolute brink, it must never be used lightly.

"Fifty percent, double, even triple..."

Excited light flickered in Wang Yuan's eyes.

This Blood Burning Technique was practically tailored for him!

Ordinary martial artists possessed limited blood and qi and unstable foundations; using this technique was no different from suicide.

But he possessed Dragon Tendon Tiger Bone. His abundant blood and qi rivaled that of a martial artist who had undergone the Second Blood Change, perhaps even surpassed one, while his foundation was as solid as a boulder. He had every right to bear the burden brought by the Blood Burning Technique.

He no longer hesitated. Holding his breath and focusing his mind, he began following the secret manual's instructions, attempting to guide the river-like blood and qi rushing through his body.