Ghost Hand Yuan Fengtai

Suddenly, the man's eyes narrowed, and he attacked fiercely like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

He struck first, his rough hands appearing as if wrapped in white jade, crystal clear.

A palm strike aimed at Xia Qi'an's throat.

Seeing his palm strike, Xia Qi'an responded with his own Fire Cloud Palm.

His right palm suddenly turned crimson, like a red-hot iron brand, emitting waves of heat.

It met the man's jade-like palm strike.

A head-on collision, palm against palm.

"Boom..."

After the exchange of palms, the campfire between them and the roasted chicken on it had vanished, seemingly obliterated by the overflowing energy.

Xia Qi'an shook his head, lamenting with a face full of regret, "Such a good roasted chicken... what a pity..."

The man didn't reply. He lowered his head, frowning at his own cracked palm, and thought grimly, "A master of Iron Body technique... tough opponent..."

Having just exchanged palms, the man had clearly taken the worse end of the deal, and his heart churned like a stormy sea.

He had actually been at a disadvantage against a mere fledgling in the early Bone Forging Realm.

If this were to get out, hardly anyone would believe it.

"State your name! ...So I know who I'm killing..." Xia Qi'an's eyes blazed with fighting spirit, and he said loudly.

The man heard him and roared, "Good kid! ...So arrogant..."

"This old man doesn't change his name or hide his surname. I am Ghost Hand Yuan Fengtai."

Yuan Fengtai, after all, was a master in the late Bone Forging Realm and possessed the pride of a martial artist.

As he moved his palms, he left a series of profound trajectories in front of him.

Tablet Splitting Hand was Yuan Fengtai's commonly used martial art.

Having been an assassin in the Jianghu for many years, this palm technique alone had been responsible for countless kills.

Xia Qi'an saw that Yuan Fengtai was clearly an experienced Jianghu expert.

His fighting spirit surged, and his entire Blood Essence boiled.

Xia Qi'an also activated his Fire Cloud Palm, his hands becoming like two burning clouds in the sky.

In an instant, both figures disappeared.

Beside them, Bata, sitting on the carriage with his hands on his knees, blinked his small eyes, filled with great confusion.

He couldn't see their figures clearly.

And in the blink of an eye, Xia Qi'an had exchanged dozens of blows with Yuan Fengtai.

Their pure head-on clashes were tests of raw palm strength and the richness of their own Blood Essence.

When they separated again, Yuan Fengtai's once jade-like palms were blackened, and he looked somewhat disheveled.

In contrast, Xia Qi'an remained at ease, calm and collected, "It seems my Fire Cloud Palm is still superior... The title of Ghost Hand might be lost today..."

Yuan Fengtai remained silent, his expression shifting between dark and uncertain, as if hesitating about something. "Kid... Jianghu assassins never use their true skills... You might be celebrating too soon..."

Hearing this, Xia Qi'an replied provocatively, "Are you afraid people will see through your origins?"

Yuan Fengtai remained silent, but the stance of his hands suddenly changed, shifting from a fist to a palm.

He slowly adopted a Xing Yi Quan stance, like a fierce tiger poised to strike.

"Six Harmonies Xing Yi? So you're from a renowned Jianghu Sect... No wonder you're hiding your identity."

"A Sect disciple attacking a martial artist from the Wei Dao Si is a grave offense! I wonder if your Xing Yi Sect can withstand the Wei Dao Si's inquiry?"

Xia Qi'an recognized the man's boxing style and knew he hailed from a Jianghu Sect, so he couldn't help but speak.

However, Xia Qi'an's words were like a sharp blade, piercing Yuan Fengtai's sore spot.

Yuan Fengtai's eyes glinted with murderous intent, and he gritted his teeth, "In the Jianghu, life and death are one's own responsibility, it has nothing to do with my Sect..."

"Besides, if I kill you today, who will ever know?"

Xia Qi'an fell silent, knowing further words were useless.

He then adopted a boxing stance himself, making it clear he would also use his fists to counter Yuan Fengtai's Six Harmonies Xing Yi Quan.

"Buzz..."

Faintly, a subtle Buddhist chant could be heard.

Behind Xia Qi'an, four Vajra arms flickered in and out of existence.

"Vajra's Fury"

Xia Qi'an moved all six arms, unleashing a storm-like barrage of attacks on Yuan Fengtai.

Yuan Fengtai's stance changed, and a massive, majestic mountain faintly materialized around him, like a pillar supporting the heavens.

Xing Yi Quan imitates form and intent. This move by Yuan Fengtai embodied the majestic form of a mountain and its boundless intent.

It was called the Mountain Embracing Seal.

Using the Mountain Embracing Seal, Yuan Fengtai mimicked the form and intent of mountains. His strike descended like Mount Tai crushing an egg, suppressing everything.

"Vajra's Fury!"

The essence of the Great Strength Vajra Fist lies in the single character of "fury."

It's like a Vajra in rage, destroying enemies without regard for anything.

Xia Qi'an's eyes widened in fury, his appearance like a maddened demon. With all six arms moving, his fists rained down like a storm, relentlessly pounding the colossal mountain that was suppressing him.

He was like an enraged six-armed Vajra, continuously striking the mountain with his fists, determined to smash through it.

Yuan Fengtai's body was like a mountain, his fist strikes heavy and terrifyingly stable.

Xia Qi'an possessed the strength of three dragons, each punch carrying immense power. His Blood Essence was thick and vast, like an ocean.

"Bang."

"Bang."

"Bang."...

After the consecutive clashes, Yuan Fengtai finally couldn't withstand it. His internal organs ached severely, and blood seeped from between his teeth.

"Pfft..."

Finally, Yuan Fengtai choked out a mouthful of foul blood.

"Boom!"

Under Xia Qi'an's relentless assault, the mountain phantom surrounding Yuan Fengtai collapsed with a roar.

"Ah...!"

Xia Qi'an roared, his eyes wide with fury. His face was as ferocious and terrifying as an enraged Vajra, and his assault did not cease.

It seemed he wouldn't stop until Yuan Fengtai was beaten into a pulp.

Yuan Fengtai finally lost the ability to fight back under the continuous onslaught, his body flying backward like a broken kite.

His body was covered in dents and depressions, his form twisted beyond recognition.

After the Mountain Embracing Seal dissipated, the Great Strength Vajra Fist landed squarely on Yuan Fengtai.

This caused Yuan Fengtai's body to be covered in fist imprints, his bones and tendons shattered, beyond repair.

He now lay on the ground like a puddle of mud, continuously choking up blood, unable to even move his fingers.

However, Yuan Fengtai was, after all, a martial artist in the Late Bone Forging Realm, with extremely strong vitality.

He still had a breath left in him.

Xia Qi'an stepped forward, looking down at Yuan Fengtai, who was sprawled at his feet, like a tiger surveying its prey. He asked, "Who sent you to kill me?"

"Tell me... and I won't trouble the Xing Yi Sect!"

Xia Qi'an's voice was like a sharp sword, piercing Yuan Fengtai's soft underbelly.

"King... Wei..." Yuan Fengtai's face was covered in blood and dirt as he struggled to force out a few words from his throat.

"You... keep... your word..."

With that, Yuan Fengtai completely lost his breath.

The blood beneath him spread like ink, gradually dyeing the wild grass red.

The relationship between the Wei Dao Si and the martial sects of the jianghu had always been like a taut string, ready to snap.

This was because the Wei Dao Si had historically charged into the jianghu multiple times. Wherever their hooves trod, countless jianghu sects vanished like leaves in an autumn wind, their legacies broken and their names erased from history.

Otherwise, where would the cultivation methods in the Wei Dao Si headquarters' Scripture Pavilion have come from? They were plundered from the various major sects of the jianghu.

Xia Qi'an deeply agreed with the Wei Dao Si's suppression of the jianghu sects.

After all, if he were in a high-ranking position within the Wei Dao Si, he would have made the same choice.

As the largest martial arts organization in the world, the Wei Dao Si could not tolerate the growth of other martial arts organizations.

Because of this, very few martial artists from jianghu sects joined the Wei Dao Si.

The lower ranks of the Wei Dao Si were mostly composed of disciples from noble families, along with a few martial artists like Xia Qi'an, who came from humble backgrounds but possessed extraordinary talent.

Firstly, martial artists from the sects outwardly showed reverence for the Wei Dao Si, but inwardly gnashed their teeth and hated them to the bone.

Secondly, the channels for joining the Wei Dao Si were almost entirely controlled by the major noble families in secret.

Even if you had exceptional talent.

But if you came from a jianghu sect, trying to join the Wei Dao Si was harder than ascending to heaven.

This had led to a trend of class solidification within the Wei Dao Si. If this continued, the Wei Dao Si would inevitably decline.

This was why Si Nanzhai Xing said that the Wei Dao Si urgently needed fresh blood like Xia Qi'an.

Clearly, as a Tiger Guard, he had already seen through the Wei Dao Si's current predicament.

On the carriage, Xia Qi'an was leaning back, slowly flipping through the Xing Yi Quan manual.

This manual, naturally, was plundered from Yuan Fengtai.

Regrettably, however, the manual was incomplete, containing only the Mountain Embracing Seal technique.

Besides that, he had also found a token representing a killer's identity and several thousand taels in silver notes on Yuan Fengtai.