Indoor Slaughter

Old Crow was lying in wait outside the window with three companions. The moment they heard the commotion, they chose to smash through the window and enter.

As soon as he came in, he saw Li Yi standing by the doorway.

Old Crow could not help feeling delighted.

As long as he locked onto Li Yi's position and saw him in person, today's mission would already be half successful. He did not believe that a hotheaded youth who had cultivated for only a month could survive a situation like this.

Although killing someone in the Old Town District came at a steep price,

the value of a strange object was already enough to make people risk their lives and disregard that price.

In the dim living room,

several people's eyes were bright and conspicuous. All of them were locked onto Li Yi, and murderous intent showed on their faces.

Naturally, there were few good people among cultivators willing to take on this kind of murder job.

"Old Crow? Good, you came. Last time, you and that woman nearly got me killed in the Ruined City, and you didn't even pay the money you promised. Today, we'll settle that debt all at once. As for the rest of you, if you aren't afraid to die, come at me. Killing one is killing; killing two is killing."

Li Yi's gaze was icy, his fists stained with blood. The ferocity in his heart had been ignited, and at the same time, some invisible shackles binding him had fallen away.

A cornered beast would still fight, let alone a martial man who practiced boxing like him.

"Li Yi, you know what I came here for. If you're willing to hand over the item, I might let you off." Old Crow's voice was low, and he sensed a hint of danger at the same time.

"You've already come to kill me, and you're still spouting this crap? Besides, you've already lost all credibility with me. Go talk to a ghost."

Li Yi bared his teeth in a grin. His body swayed lightly, then suddenly tensed, and his force erupted in an instant.

The ground beneath his feet cracked apart. Then he shot forward like a fierce beast, moving incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, he had closed the distance to one of the cultivators and appeared before him, making it impossible to lock onto him or even find a chance to use Gaze Strike.

"This explosive power... What a joke." The man was instantly stunned. His pupils contracted sharply, and all he saw was the afterimage of a fist appearing in his vision.

"Damn it, there's no time to block!"

"Bang!"

Punch Force erupted, and the fist slammed into the cultivator's chest.

His chest bones shattered. The man vomited blood with a cry of agony, then discovered in horror that Li Yi's fist had already sunk into his chest cavity.

He tried to fight back, only to find that his body had already lost all feeling.

It was not only his chest bones that had shattered; even his spine had broken.

The might of this punch was actually this terrifying.

"Everyone, attack together. Don't hold back." Old Crow realized the seriousness of the situation and immediately shouted.

The moment his voice fell, he charged toward Li Yi. At the same time, his eyes flashed with light as he used Gaze Strike.

The dim living room suddenly brightened.

"Old Crow, do you think you're the only one who can use Gaze Strike?" Li Yi's eyes narrowed as light shone from them as well.

Gaze Strike against Gaze Strike.

They canceled each other out.

"Li Yi, you're alone. No matter what happens today, you have to die here." Taking advantage of the cover provided by Gaze Strike, Old Crow closed in and roared as he swung a heavy punch at Li Yi's head.

With a cultivator's strength, a full-powered heavy punch could make someone faint even without any special technique.

In this situation, fainting was equivalent to death.

Li Yi did not indulge him in the slightest. He raised his other arm and answered with an elbow strike.

Force erupted once more, and the explosive sound reverberated.

Old Crow felt his arm jolt, then intense pain surged through it, making him howl involuntarily.

His arm had been shattered by the impact. His fist twisted out of shape, all five fingers broke at once, and the entire arm was crippled on the spot. The gap between them was revealed by that instant clash. Although Old Crow had entered the Spirit Medium Realm long before Li Yi, he was completely outmatched now.

"This isn't ordinary boxing. This is an art—a Fist Technique." Cold sweat streamed down Old Crow's forehead. The tremendous force sent him flying backward, and he instantly understood what was happening.

Ordinary boxing could not possibly be this powerful. Only an art could bring out the full strength of a cultivator.

But when had this Li Yi learned a Fist Technique? He had not found any information about it before.

Suddenly, the other two cultivators seized the opportunity and closed in on Li Yi.

One of them held a dagger and lunged straight for Li Yi's heart.

Li Yi's flesh tensed. Power surged from his spine, and his arm jerked, flinging away the gravely wounded cultivator whose chest he had just punched through. The body blocked the sharp dagger. His Punch Force was fierce, but his body was not yet tough enough to withstand a cold weapon.

The other Spirit Medium Realm cultivator, however, showed no mercy. He launched a heavy kick, pushing ordinary fighting techniques to their limit.

Li Yi was caught off guard and took the kick, his body retreating again and again. Finally, he slammed into the wall behind him with a bang before coming to a stop.

But that man's force was scattered, so it did not inflict much damage on him.

At the same time,

the front door opened. The two cultivators from the stairwell rushed inside as well. After seeing the scene in the room, they froze for a moment, then seized the opportunity and tried to use Gaze Strike on Li Yi. They did not expect to kill him; they only hoped to interfere with and suppress him.

After all, they had personally witnessed how ferocious Li Yi was outside the door, so they dared not approach too closely, afraid that he might kill them with one punch.

"Your Gaze Strike is too slow."

Li Yi seized the opening. He erupted at once, circulating his force. The plaster on the wall behind him was shaken loose, and his entire body seemed to be launched into the air by a powerful force, landing directly before the two cultivators at the doorway.

The moment his feet touched the ground, force rose from the earth.

"Quick, dodge his fists!" Old Crow roared anxiously.

Dodge?

Too late. Now they had to die.

Li Yi raised both arms and settled into a perfect Punch Stance. His fists shot out, and two explosive cracks rang out almost simultaneously, leaving the others in the living room's ears buzzing and making even their hearts contract sharply.

These two punches were even more powerful.

In the blink of an eye,

the two cultivators were sent flying before they could even use Gaze Strike. One smashed through the door and landed in the corridor outside. The other was blasted into the kitchen and crashed onto the floor. Two deep Fist Prints had been branded into their bodies, piercing straight through front and back and shattering their internal organs.

Yet cultivators in the Spirit Medium Realm had astonishing vitality. Even such severe injuries did not kill them immediately. They could only lie there helplessly, wailing in despair and fear.

They understood that unless they were taken to a hospital at once, they would not live much longer.

Li Yi had just sent the two men flying

when another figure suddenly closed in on him.

The cultivator holding the dagger had a hideous expression. As his strength erupted, the sharp dagger stabbed forward.

There was nowhere to dodge.

Li Yi instinctively raised his hand to block.

The dagger pierced through his palm and continued, seemingly intent on tearing his body apart along with it.

"So you're Li Yi? I refuse to believe that even after I rip open your belly, you'll still be this fierce." The cultivator roared, trying to finish off the fierce beast in human form before him with a single slash.

He knew that if they failed to kill Li Yi tonight, every one of them would be beaten to death here.

Li Yi felt the violent pain in his palm. His face twitched, but he forced himself to endure it. As his body retreated, he used his injured hand to grip the other end of the dagger.

The sharp tip had just pierced into his abdomen when it stopped. It could go no farther.

At that moment, the cultivator's heart pounded wildly, and an intense sense of danger surged over him.

Not good.

Li Yi's other fist had already risen and instantly smashed into the cultivator's forehead.

He had not controlled the Punch Force well this time.

His counterattack had been too fast, and his body had not yet trained itself to react instinctively. There was no time to circulate his force, so the crisp explosive sound did not appear, and the power dispersed.

Even so, the cultivator heard the sound of his skull cracking. Darkness filled his vision, and he instantly went blind. Blood gushed rapidly from his ears, mouth, and nostrils. He lost his balance and fell heavily.

But before he hit the ground, Li Yi followed up with a knee strike.

Bang!

An explosive crack rang out. The cultivator was kicked away without uttering a sound, and before he landed, he had already stopped moving. He was most likely dead.

This brutal slaughter terrified the last remaining cultivator. He hesitated and no longer dared approach Li Yi, afraid that he too would be killed by a single punch.

Old Crow's arm had been broken. Enduring the pain as cold sweat poured down his face, he no longer had any chance of continuing the fight.

"Why have you stopped? Old Crow, look at me."

Under the dim light, Li Yi was covered in blood. Light shone from his eyes as he clenched both fists and stared fixedly at Old Crow and the remaining cultivator. His footsteps did not stop. Instead, he advanced toward them one step at a time.

"You damn brat..." Old Crow's eyelids twitched violently, and his heart trembled with fear.

He felt as if he were hunting a terrifying Fierce Beast from the Danger Zone. The Li Yi before him was simply not someone a cultivator in the Spirit Medium Realm could oppose.

Seven people.

A full seven people, all ruthless figures within the Spirit Medium Realm. Yet in less than a minute after entering this room, Li Yi had beaten three to death with his bare fists, left two gravely wounded and on the verge of death, and crippled one of Old Crow's arms. Only one remained unharmed.

But that last man had probably already been scared witless.

"Run!"

Sure enough, the remaining cultivator no longer had the courage to attack. Facing Li Yi's steady advance, he broke down and turned to flee without hesitation.

"Bang!"

At almost the same moment, Li Yi's figure had already reached him.

The cultivator had only just reached the window when a punch struck his back. His body went limp, and he tumbled out through the window.

A muffled thud of impact came from outside, and then all was silent.

Old Crow did not move. He merely glanced over, understanding that no one in this room would be leaving today—including him.

"Heh, I thought seven people would be enough to take you down. I didn't expect that I had still underestimated you." He laughed bitterly. "Are strange objects really that terrifying? They let an ordinary person like you undergo such a transformation."

"Blame your greed. If you had been willing to pay instead of choosing to silence me back then, I really wouldn't have wanted that pile of junk. Besides, do you think I killed all of you today because of a strange object?" Li Yi's tone was icy, his killing intent surging.

"That's true. A strange object can only help you cultivate quickly. It can't take you to this level." Only then did Old Crow notice how unusual the room was.

Fist Prints and footprints covered the ceiling, walls, and floor of the house.

These were all traces left behind by Li Yi's painstaking boxing practice.

"I've suffered a complete defeat today. I admit it. But don't celebrate too soon." Old Crow snorted coldly.

"You talk too much. It's time for you to hit the road."

But before he could finish speaking, Li Yi was already standing before him. His tall figure cast a shadow that swallowed Old Crow, and a vicious punch was already descending.

Old Crow's pupils contracted. He tried to resist, but it was futile.

Bang!

Punch Force reverberated, and the walls shook.

Then everything in the room returned to deathly silence.

Li Yi's fists were stained with blood. Breathing slightly heavily, he looked at Old Crow's corpse, then glanced back at the others.

The two cultivators who had been wailing earlier had also fallen silent. He did not know whether they were unconscious or dead.

There did not seem to be any other cultivators joining the fight outside the door.

It looked as though this crisis was over?

No.

Something was wrong.

There was still someone else.

Li Yi's ears suddenly twitched. He heard someone coming upstairs.