Qin Shi strode forward. He started at an easy pace, but as his Life Force coursed through his entire body and filled every bone, it rapidly drove his mortal frame onward, sending him charging toward the three men radiating malice.
The lean man at the front only saw a blur. A fierce wind slammed toward him like an iron wall, and before he could react, a hand had already reached out.
"This..."
The lean man's feet left the ground. His neck felt clamped in iron pincers as he met those icy eyes, as if he'd fallen into a hole in a frozen winter lake.
Crack!
Qin Shi closed his hand and squeezed. He could have crushed even a lump of high-strength alloy in his grip.
But against the lean man's neck, it felt as though he'd grabbed a sheet of paper—weightless.
Smack!
Wood splintered.
Qin Shi raised an eyebrow. In the blink of an eye, the lean man had somehow escaped his grasp with an unknown secret art.
He had switched places with a wooden token.
"Death Substitution Technique? Are you from Yingzhou?"
Qin Shi opened his hand, and splinters fluttered down.
Then he flashed forward again!
Like a cannonball tearing through the air!
The lean man, who had flashed dozens of meters away, had barely had time to feel relieved that he'd escaped with his life.
The tall figure pursued him like a shadow, carrying a surging current of air!
That massive hand descended from above, covering his head this time.
It was as though death had arrived, its chill enveloping his heart!
"Wasn't escaping what you were so good at?"
Qin Shi tilted his head. The Body Refining Furnace whirred to life, its scorching heat filling nearly every bone before erupting with a roar!
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