Those Who Seek Death! No Sympathy, No Pity

"Run!!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

In a flash, Li Wuji cried out in grief and fury. With successive sword fingers, empowered by Nine Zhang of Heaven and Earth Power, he struck at three vital points: Jiang Dali's forehead, left ribs, and right waist.

Jiang Dali smiled calmly. His towering body stood like a demon god, neither dodging nor evading. The hands behind his back suddenly extended forward, his fists forming circles before clenching tightly.

In an instant, a blazing, noble Golden Yellow Qi Shield spread from his body and rapidly swelled.

Several clangs rang out, shaking the Golden Bell Qi Shield!

The moment the shield collapsed with a boom, Jiang Dali's momentum did not diminish but instead surged. A huge golden hand suddenly expanded and blasted out from the dispersing qi, unleashing force like a raging vortex.

Nine-fold Fury Tablet Smash!

"Master!"

Jian Xiong let out a grief-stricken cry.

"Go!!"

With a long howl, Li Wuji sent qi vortices coursing through his entire body, allowing them to strengthen the true qi filling his meridians. His palms struck repeatedly, his sleeves abruptly billowing. His fingers pointed and tapped as though following some rhythm and pattern, yet change contained further change; straightness held curves, curves held circles, carrying a natural, seamless harmony.

Demon Repelling Swordplay also contained exceptionally profound techniques for redirecting and borrowing force. At this moment, with the rich experience gained from countless battles over two hundred years, Li Wuji judged that Jiang Dali's palm strike could not be met head-on. Not only could he not receive it directly, he could not allow its force to continue growing stronger.

Fingers and palms collided like lightning!

A heart-shattering torrent of force surged from Jiang Dali's massive palm, traveling through Li Wuji's fingers and breaking into his body.

Li Wuji grunted, his expression