The Secret of "Divine Strike"

What technique was Bai Wuji using, exactly?

Su Que saw Bai Wuji charge at him without fear of death despite being gravely wounded, and curiosity rose in his heart.

But curiosity was curiosity—his fists did not slow in the slightest.

The Seven Injuries Fist surged forth at full force. His fists, infused with true qi, crashed toward Bai Wuji like meteors!

After all, Bai Wuji's internal organs had already been severely injured by Su Que's fist force and true qi.

Though he had unleashed Divine Strike, causing bizarre power to erupt from within his body, his movements had nevertheless slowed compared to before.

Bai Wuji was too late to block Su Que's first punch.

Bang!

The fist shot forth like a meteor and smashed into Bai Wuji's right shoulder bone.

In an instant, fist force carrying true qi swept wildly inside.

Bai Wuji's right shoulder bone, along with the upper arm bone of his entire right arm, shattered inch by inch.

Sharp splinters of bone pierced through the flesh, and blood gushed out like a spring.

Su Que had thought that once he shattered Bai Wuji's arm bones with that punch, Bai Wuji's arm would hang limp, unable to exert force again.

Yet he had not expected the bizarre power within Bai Wuji to suddenly flood into his entire right arm.

Though the bones in Bai Wuji's right arm had shattered, that power moved the arm once more.

Seeing this, Su Que could not help but frown.

He had originally intended merely to cripple Bai Wuji, sparing his life for the moment so that he could question him.

But now, ever since Bai Wuji's mental state had turned feverish, he seemed not to know pain at all.

The tormenting methods Su Que usually used by pouring true qi into someone's body would no longer work.

More importantly, even when he shattered Bai Wuji's bones, some strange power would always arise within Bai Wuji's body and drive it into motion again.

To prevent any further surprises, Su Que made his decision at once. He would no longer spare Bai Wuji's life—he would kill him outright!

At that thought, Su Que's gaze turned sharp.

He threw a punch with his left hand, knocking aside Bai Wuji's incoming palm strike.

Then he stepped forward, his right fist blasting out!

Bai Wuji tried to block Su Que's punch with his other palm.

But he was ultimately a moment too slow.

Su Que's fist skimmed past the edge of Bai Wuji's palm and landed squarely on his face!

Bang!

Seven streams of fist force, carrying four kinds of true qi, erupted within Bai Wuji's skull!

Bai Wuji's head exploded in an instant, as though explosives had been planted inside it.

Red and white matter splattered in every direction with Su Que's fist force and true qi.

Just as Su Que thought Bai Wuji would finally stop moving, he had not expected—

Bai Wuji's headless body to stagger forward and attack him still!

Su Que's eyes narrowed, but his fists did not slow.

His punches fell upon the headless Bai Wuji like a raging storm.

Every punch carried seven streams of fist force and four kinds of true qi.

In an instant, Su Que threw dozens of punches.

Hundreds of streams of fist force and true qi raged through Bai Wuji's body like a chaotic swarm of flying hornets.

The flesh and bones within Bai Wuji's body were pulverized by the fist force and true qi.

Then, the excessive fist force and true qi accumulating within his body had nowhere to go, swelling up his skin.

Immediately afterward, several patches of Bai Wuji's skin burst open into bloody holes, and streams of blood sprayed out.

After throwing another dozen or so punches, Su Que saw that the headless Bai Wuji had ceased moving entirely.

He withdrew his fists.

Thud!

Bai Wuji's body, riddled with holes, fell limply into the pool of blood.

What technique was that, exactly?

Su Que glanced once more at Bai Wuji's corpse in the blood pool, then shifted his gaze to the subordinates who had come with Bai Wuji.

Since Bai Wuji was dead, he could only learn the truth from Bai Wuji's men.

While fighting Bai Wuji just now, he had also kept an eye on the strength of those subordinates from the corner of his eye.

He saw one man with an utterly ordinary face, even a trace of kindness in his features, yet who fought like a mad dog;

And another with feminine features, wielding a flexible sword.

Judging by their strength and speed, he concluded that both were Fourth Blood Bone Forging martial artists, their martial cultivation higher even than a Hall Master's.

Moreover, from the look of it, these two followed at Bai Wuji's side and were likely his trusted confidants.

By rights, they ought to know quite a few things.

He swiftly searched Bai Wuji's corpse. Finding nothing on him, he moved his feet and first dashed toward Zeng Shiyong, who fought like a mad dog.

Zeng Shiyong specialized in Dog Fist. Whenever he fought, he kept his body low, focusing his attacks on his opponent's lower body.

Moreover, both his fists were fitted with sharp Knuckle Dusters.

The tips of the Knuckle Dusters were stained with blood, left behind by three Constables.

Those three Constables lay on the ground at the moment. One was dead, one had his right leg broken, and blood streamed from beneath the third's crotch.

Now, the one fighting Zeng Shiyong was Captain Guan of the Jade Water City Yamen.

To counter Zeng Shiyong's Dog Fist, Captain Guan used the Ground-Lying Blade Art.

The two were practically like spinning tops, fighting close against the ground.

Wherever they passed, floor tiles shattered and clouds of dust rolled up.

"Ah~ Ah! Yah~~~!"

Every time Zeng Shiyong made a move, a strange cry would emerge from his mouth.

Captain Guan had repeatedly been distracted by those bizarre cries. Several times, attacks that could have turned the tide of battle were slowed by that shriek, causing him to miss his chance.

"Yah—!"

With a strange shriek, Zeng Shiyong kicked off the ground and shot forward with his body pressed low. His right Knuckle Duster flashed sharply as he spotted an opening and struck toward Captain Guan's crotch.

Just as he was about to succeed, a shadow came slanting in from the side.

Bang!

An immense force suddenly slammed into his face, wrenching his neck sideways with a crack of breaking bones.

His forward momentum came to an abrupt halt. After tumbling several times through the air, he finally landed flat on his back.

Su Que raised the foot he had kicked out with, then stomped it heavily onto Zeng Shiyong's chest.

Bang!

Zeng Shiyong's breastbone instantly shattered. Then, four kinds of true qi poured from Su Que's foot into his body.

He felt as though his five viscera and six bowels were being burned, frozen, corroded, and sliced apart all at once—an agony beyond bearing.

Su Que placed his right hand on the right foot pinning Zeng Shiyong down, bent low, and asked, "Do you know what caused Bai Wuji's transformation just now?"

Because Zeng Shiyong had alone needed to fight Captain Guan, likewise a Four-Blood Warrior, while also dealing with the harassment of the other Constables, he had not been able to spare any attention elsewhere.

Now, seeing Su Que arrive and mention Bai Wuji, alarm appeared on his face as he looked toward where Bai Wuji and Su Que had fought moments earlier.

At once, he saw Bai Wuji's headless corpse, riddled with holes, lying in a pool of blood. His face immediately turned deathly pale.

Even after the Altar Master used Divine Strike, he still couldn't defeat this man. Just how high is this man's martial realm...

How could such a tiny Jade Water City conceal a figure like this?

Zeng Shiyong's lips trembled. Great fear for Su Que rose in his heart, and with his internal organs still wracked by excruciating pain, he did not dare refuse to answer Su Que's question.

"The Altar Master... Bai Wuji's transformation was because he used the White Lotus Sect's Divine Strike."

"What is that? Explain it to me in detail!" Su Que said.

"Wait."

But the next moment, Su Que suddenly stopped Zeng Shiyong and glanced at Captain Guan nearby.

This man's expression was astonished, but his eyes shone as he listened with rapt attention.

Clearly, Captain Guan also wanted to hear the secret of Divine Strike.

Su Que thought that he was only able to interrogate the man because, over the past few months, he had poured in sweat and effort beyond what ordinary people could endure, transforming himself from a scholar too weak to truss a chicken into a martial artist unrivaled in Jade Water City.

He had no intention of sharing information with others for nothing.

So he waved at Captain Guan. "Go away."

Seeing Su Que's formidable strength, Captain Guan did not dare defy him and walked away reluctantly.

"Go farther!"

Su Que saw Captain Guan walk to a spot and abruptly stop.

From Captain Guan's moves just now, he knew that Captain Guan was a Four-Blood Warrior.

At this distance, he should still be able to hear their conversation.

Thus, he waved for Captain Guan to move farther away.

After Captain Guan had gone away, Su Que said to Zeng Shiyong, "Continue."

Zeng Shiyong said, "The White Lotus Sect's Divine Strike is a certain method of cultivation that allows one, in battle, to borrow the residual divine intent left behind by the Immortal Mother, greatly increasing one's strength."

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