He could feel that the old man was holding nothing back with this move, clearly aiming to shatter Yang Qingyun's throat so as to vent the tyrannical fury boiling within the elder's heart!
A chilling murderous intent swept forward, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind!
If this strike landed, that terrifying force would likely tear apart and snap Yang Qingyun's neck in an instant!
Yang Qingyun's expression instantly sank.
Yet facing the gaunt old man's sudden ambush, his expression held no trace of panic or fear.
As the gale rushed at him, he transformed his palm into a blade, slashing it through the air like lightning. With a speed swift as thunder, it bypassed the open flank of the claw shadow and headed straight for the old man's face!
With the keen eye of a Viscera Refining Realm expert from his Previous Life, the attacks of this gaunt, sinister-looking old man were simply not worth mentioning. Naturally, he easily found the flaws in the opponent's assault and instantly unleashed a thunderous counterattack!
The gaunt old man was startled into a cold sweat.
This strike not only came with tricky angles, piercing straight through his own defenseless flank, but it was also as fast as lightning—fast enough to strike him before he could hit this brat!
The gaunt old man hurriedly halted his steps, withdrawing his hand to prepare a defense.
Yet right at that moment,
Yang Qingyun abruptly altered his technique!
He saw the lunging palm-blade suddenly twist aside with the motion of a divine dragon flicking its tail. The immense power contained within it instantly shifted course, using a backfist to slam directly into the gaunt old man's wrist!
Bang!
Qi and Blood erupted, and amid the terrifying collision of force,
the sleeve was actually blasted apart by the surging power in that very instant!
Immediately following a crisp crack, the gaunt old man let out a miserable scream as that hand bent backward and hung limply at a bizarre angle!
Under this single blow, his hand had been cleanly broken!
This was the power Yang Qingyun possessed today!
Having condensed his blade intent, and combining it with his Previous Life's techniques for utilizing Qi and Blood, Yang Qingyun's mastery over the power of Qi and Blood had coalesced to an unimaginable degree!
The supremely refined force shattered the Qi and Blood on the gaunt old man's wrist the moment they collided, cracking his bones!
Excruciating pain surged up. Screaming, the gaunt old man drew back his palm and stumbled backward step by step, his expression turning utterly terrified in that instant.
Yet Yang Qingyun had no intention of letting him go.
He was no saint who, when faced with an enemy bent on killing him, would still ponder how to reform the other party.
"With a mouth that foul, you might as well stop speaking from now on!"
As he spoke,
Yang Qingyun violently threw out a punch. His fist was like a cannonball, and wherever the fist momentum passed, the air itself seemed to be squeezed and distorted!
At this moment, the gaunt old man's wrist had been broken by Yang Qingyun's strike, and the excruciating pain disrupted his breathing and rhythm. When the lightning-fast fist momentum descended with overwhelming force, he had no way to parry it whatsoever, and could only watch helplessly as that fist imprinted itself onto his chest!
Bang!
Terrifying Qi and Blood erupted, and the gaunt old man's chest caved inward!
His entire body was instantly struck as if by a heavy hammer, flying backward through the air like a cannonball!
The flying figure crashed into an artificial rockery, shattering the stones and leaving a deep crater depressed right in the middle.
The gaunt old man's form looked as though it were embedded directly within the rockery.
With a retch, he spewed a large mouthful of fresh blood. Laboriously raising his withered left hand, he pointed at Yang Qingyun and his lips wriggled a few times: "You, you, you"—
The sound abruptly ceased, and his left hand dropped limply.
He had already completely lost all breath of life!
All this took long to recount,
but in reality, from the moment Yang Qingyun appeared, to the gaunt old man flying into a rage and preparing to kill, to Yang Qingyun neutralizing the opponent's offensive and severely injuring him with a single move, and finally blasting him away with another.
All of this happened in the flash of a flint!
Not long after Qingwen Long had scrambled back to his feet,
he witnessed the Second Elder—a man whose formidable prestige had long run deep, filling him with terror—being killed and struck down on the spot with a single punch by Yang Qingyun!
At this very moment,
his footsteps retreated involuntarily, his eyes wide as he gazed in terror upon everything before him.
His heart felt as though it had sunk into an icy abyss in that instant, and he directly felt a boundless chill surge into his mind!
The Second Elder had just died like this?!
Three strikes,
merely three strikes!
Qingwen Long clearly saw that the Second Elder had launched a furious surprise attack, yet Yang Qingyun had only thrown three strikes in total!
One feint to neutralize the offensive, one altered maneuver to severely injure the Second Elder's arm, and the final strike to execute him!
From beginning to end,
Yang Qingyun had not moved his feet so much as half a step!
And a martial artist whose Martial Path Realm was at the Peak of the Entering Realm—an expert with profound cultivation as far as all of Huangshi Town was concerned—was thus executed on the spot!
How could this be possible?!
Within the entire Black Tiger Gang, aside from the gang leader himself, probably not even the deputy gang leader—who held the Viscera Refining Realm—could manage to effortlessly strike down an Entering Realm martial artist like this!
Qingwen Long stared with wide eyes, his fists tightly clenched, a chill rising along his spine.
Gazing in shock at the Yang Qingyun before him, he was already too terrified to speak, his mind losing the ability to think!
"It seems you recognize me."
Looking at Qingwen Long's terrified expression, Yang Qingyun wore a faint smile as he slowly approached him.
"I have to admit, your methods truly brought me quite a bit of trouble, giving me a headache and making things difficult to resolve for a moment. But fortunately, Yang possesses a bit of martial might, so when one cannot resolve the problem, one can simply go resolve the person who brought the problem."
"So tell me, how should I deal with you?"
The unhurried voice rang in Qingwen Long's ears like a soul-reaping Hell King, making his liver and gallbladder split apart and causing his steps to tremble and retreat uncontrollably.
At this very moment,
a profound wave of regret surged within Qingwen Long's heart.
Earlier, when he learned of the circulating deeds on Black Wind Mountain, he chose to believe the gang's narrative claiming this was merely a publicity stunt by the Weilong Martial Arts School to boost their reputation.
In his view, the opponent was merely a thirteen or fourteen-year-old youth; no matter how strong he was, just how strong could he get?
Although the boy could suppress him, he himself was not actually afraid, relying on the backing of the Black Tiger Gang. Thus, a desire for revenge had sprouted within him, leading him to meddle behind the scenes.
Yet what he never expected at all was that
the opponent was not some bluffing stray cat or mangy dog as he had imagined, but a true man-eating tiger!
Killing the Peak of the Entering Realm Second Elder in three strikes—
such strength
was probably enough to run amok unchecked throughout the entirety of Huangshi Town!
What did killing a single person like him even matter?!
Qingwen Long's heart was filled with regret.
If he could do it over again, he would absolutely never provoke such a terrifying entity!
Losing face was losing face; at worst, it was still far better than losing his life!
Just as Yang Qingyun approached to within four or five paces, a chilling smile plastered across his face that to Qingwen Long looked utterly ferocious,
suddenly,
bang!
Qingwen Long's knees went weak, and he collapsed directly onto the ground, his head kowtowing repeatedly against the earth:
"Spare my life, Young Master! Spare my life! This lowly one was blind and failed to recognize Mount Tai. Young Master, with your magnanimity, please just let this lowly one go like a passing fart!"
Snot and tears streamed down Qingwen Long's face, and blood quickly welted upon his forehead from the kowtowing.
Yang Qingyun's expression remained calm.
"Do you think I will let you go?"
Amidst those indifferent words, Yang Qingyun's palm slowly extended, about to execute him on the spot.
Right at that moment,
a flash of inspiration suddenly crossed Qingwen Long's mind. As Yang Qingyun's palm was about to descend upon his head, he cried out desperately:
"Young Master, I am still of use!"
"Medicinal herbs! I can provide the large quantities of herbs Young Master needs to supplement Qi and Blood!"
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