Qu Feng: You Really Are a Sneaky Bastard!

At this moment, hearing that the other party still had no intention of relenting, Bai Ze's heart grew even heavier.

But there was no time to think. The opponent had already charged over at breakneck speed.

Seeing this, Qu Feng and the other man had nowhere left to retreat. They could only fight to the death.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The massive collisions were deafening.

The opponent's palms were like two blood-red flood dragons—indestructible and unstoppable.

Even under the siege of all three, he blocked every one of their attacks before swiftly counterattacking.

Faced with such a terrifying Blood Demon Palm, they did not dare meet it head-on.

Just then, Bai Ze hurriedly warned Qu Feng beside him. The sword in his hand had already thrust out, trying to intercept the old man's attack.

Yet the old man merely sneered at the sight, with no intention of stopping.

Even with Bai Ze and the other man rushing to save him, the opponent's palm struck Qu Feng squarely on the shoulder.

"Bang!"

Qu Feng was sent flying backward in response, blood spilling uncontrollably from his mouth.

At the spot where his shoulder had been struck, his clothes were in tatters, and a blood-red palm print had been left behind.

Though he had suffered a grievous injury, he did not dare pause for even a moment. With a roll, he forcibly got back to his feet.

After seeing that he had taken down another one, the old man's hoarse laughter rang out once more.

"Not bad. That's another one dealt with. Next, it's you two."

"Don't worry, I'll save you for last. It isn't easy to encounter a Blood Changing Realm martial artist like you. It would be a pity to waste you."

"Blood Demon Palm!"

As he spoke, the attacks from his twin palms became several times fiercer.

If Bai Ze had not joined forces with the other man, he likely would have followed in the footsteps of the first two.

Even so, the pressure on them instantly multiplied.

Seeing this from not far away, Qu Feng gritted his teeth and charged forward once again.

After all, if Bai Ze's side lost, he too would be unable to escape death.

At this moment, every move the group made was lethal, each step pressing closer. They were fighting with their lives on the line.

Though Bai Ze posed the greatest threat, the old man was not worried in the slightest. He had absolute confidence in his own strength.

Bai Ze had clearly been holding something back from the very beginning.

After all, the opponent's twin palms were simply too formidable, so he had to seek an opportunity to kill with a single strike.

Now, however, he had already formed a plan. The sword in his hand deliberately slowed by a fraction, while his eyes locked onto the old man's every movement, refusing to miss a single opportunity.

In the brief span of a dozen exchanges, several more palm prints appeared on Qu Feng and the other man.

Though they had also left wound after wound on the old man's body, those injuries were insignificant by comparison.

A cold smile appeared on the old man's face, making him look even more sinister.

In a hoarse voice, he said, "You have no chance left. Become my nourishment!"

"Heavenly Blood Demon Palm!"

Dense blood-red palm shadows came crashing toward them, like a sea of blood sweeping in.

Seeing this, Bai Ze's expression turned grave. He instantly withdrew and retreated half a step.

Not only did he fail to warn Qu Feng and the other man, he did not step in to block the attack as he had before.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Under the old man's terrifying assault, the weapons in their hands were forcibly smashed apart before the blows struck their chests.

Just as the two of them vomited blood wildly and were sent flying backward, Bai Ze's eyes filled with killing intent, and he leaped forward once more.

He unleashed all his strength, moving with astonishing speed.

It was as though he flashed behind the old man in an instant.

The sword in his hand gleamed with a chilling light. Without the slightest hesitation, he unleashed the strongest sword strike he possessed.

"Spark Sword!!!"

The sword in Bai Ze's hand was swift as lightning, leaving streak after streak of afterimages.

It was as if all its power had been gathered into one point, like a meteor streaking across the sky and illuminating the entire darkness, "Whoosh—"

"What? How is this possible?!"

Blood Demon Palm!

For the first time, terror appeared in the old man's eyes. He had never expected his opponent to have concealed such a terrifying technique.

He tried to forcefully turn aside and dodge, but it was already too late.

After all, Bai Ze had used Qu Feng and the others as bait, waiting for his opponent to reveal an opening.

"Whoosh!"

"Pfft!"

The sword in his hand pierced straight through the man's chest from behind, making him cough up a mouthful of blood.

But it clearly would not end so easily. The Blood Demon Palm had already wheeled around and struck at him.

Bai Ze immediately released the sword, clenched both fists, and brought them together.

He unleashed the Bone Splitting Fist and smashed head-on into the attack.

Bang!

After the tremendous impact, Bai Ze used the force to fly backward. Agonizing pain shot through both his fists.

Although this was already the most powerful fist technique he possessed, it was still nowhere near comparable to the other man's Blood Demon Palm.

The old man looked at the sword that had pierced through his chest, and his face twisted into something even more savage as he roared madly.

Blood continuously streamed from his mouth, making him look particularly terrifying.

He fixed Bai Ze with a vicious glare and rasped, "Damn you! I'll kill you! I'll slice you into a thousand pieces!"

"Whoosh!"

Yet Bai Ze did not care in the slightest when he heard that.

If the old man had not forcibly shifted his body just now, that sword strike would likely have pierced straight through his heart.

Even so, he had suffered an unimaginable heavy blow. And he still wanted to kill him? Dream on.

Just as Bai Ze watched him, thinking the old man was about to risk his life in a final struggle—

The old man shot Bai Ze a hateful look, as though he wanted to carve his face deep into his heart. Then he leaped onto the eaves and fled outward.

How could Bai Ze possibly let him escape so easily after seeing that?

Without even checking on Qu Feng and the others lying on the ground, he immediately sprang after him, snatching up the broken blade from the ground as he went.

And just over ten minutes after they had left—

The County Magistrate rushed in with the leaders of the other factions, along with numerous gang members and yamen runners. They were equally shocked by the sight before them.

They had never expected that gathering five Blood Changing Realm martial artists would result in such a brutal battle.

They had no time to worry about why Bai Ze and that mysterious man were no longer there.

The County Magistrate hurried over to Qu Feng. Seeing that he was still breathing, he shouted, "Quick! They're still alive! Bring every physician here at once!"

"No matter the cost, save them!"

"Yes, yes!"

The yamen runners below did not dare delay. After receiving the order, they brought over a large group of physicians within minutes.

They immediately surrounded Qu Feng and the other man and began treating them.

Although Qu Feng and the others were gravely wounded, with blood flowing continuously from them, they still had a breath left in them.

The other two Blood Changing Realm martial artists, however, were in far worse shape—they were already dead beyond doubt.