Swimming Dragon Steps at Great Perfection

The inn room door stood wide open.

Six masked assassins raised their poisoned crossbows.

Sun Yu did not even draw his blade.

With the sole of his foot pressed to the ground, his calf muscles gave an almost imperceptible twitch.

Whoosh!

Only a fading afterimage remained where he had stood.

The six assassins' pupils constricted sharply. They had no time to pull their triggers.

Sun Yu had already passed through their formation like a ghostly apparition.

His arms became blades as he slashed sideways in a backhand sweep.

Kacha! Kacha!

A series of crisp bone-cracking sounds rang out, and six heads twisted at grotesque angles.

The bodies crashed onto the floorboards.

Sun Yu stepped over them without even sparing them a glance.

The inns in the Prefecture City were a chaotic mix of all sorts, with too many eyes and informants.

He had killed Lin Jianxing and humiliated the Heavenly Sword Sect. There was no way he could remain here in peace any longer.

He picked up his bundle, his figure merging into the night.

An hour later.

Thirty li outside the Prefecture City stood an abandoned Desolate Temple.

Sun Yu sat cross-legged atop a dust-covered altar table.

The formidable vitality and blood of the Blood Washing Realm made his entire body radiate astonishing heat in the frigid night.

He closed his eyes and brought up the panel.

[Martial Skill: Swimming Dragon Steps (Beginner)]

This Innate Grade movement technique placed an extreme burden on one's meridians.

But with the Cold Iron Demonic Body and the Lead-Mercury Blood of the Blood Washing Realm as his foundation, Sun Yu completely ignored the technique's backlash.

At midnight on the second day, [Swimming Dragon Steps (Proficient)].

At midnight on the third day, [Swimming Dragon Steps (Mastered)].

At midnight on the fourth day, [Swimming Dragon Steps (Minor Accomplishment)].

At midnight on the fifth day, [Swimming Dragon Steps (Major Accomplishment)].

For five consecutive days.

Sun Yu never took a single step from the Desolate Temple.

Under the system's immense empowerment, the meridians in his legs were forcibly widened and reforged.

The heavy blood flowing through his vessels formed an incomparably perfect closed loop with the major acupoints in his legs.

Until late at night on the sixth day.

Clang!

A distant night watchman struck his bronze gong.

Midnight had arrived.

The panel flickered faintly.

[Swimming Dragon Steps (Great Perfection)]!

Boom!

A dense barrage of thunderous explosions erupted from within Sun Yu's legs.

The Bubbling Spring Acupoints in the soles of his feet instantly opened!

Countless complex footwork patterns and techniques for exerting force branded themselves irrevocably into his muscle memory.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

He did not use the savage brute force of Giant Spirit Trample, the kind that crushed the ground beneath his feet.

Sun Yu merely controlled his thigh muscles, making them pulse with the slightest rhythm.

The next instant.

Sun Yu, who had been sitting cross-legged on the altar table, rippled like water before slowly fading away.

An afterimage!

The real Sun Yu had already appeared at the edge of the Desolate Temple's broken wall without any warning!

He had crossed a distance of three zhang in utter silence, without disturbing even the faintest current of air!

From utter stillness to utter motion—shrinking the earth to an inch!

Sun Yu lowered his head to look at his feet, unprecedented brilliance bursting from his eyes.

He raised his right foot and lightly stepped into the empty air before him.

"Bang!"

The air beneath his foot was compressed to the extreme in an instant, forming an incomparably solid cushion of air.

Borrowing that fleeting moment of suspension, Sun Yu shot up from the ground like a soaring dragon, instantly rising three zhang into the air!

In midair, his old force was already spent.

Sun Yu tapped the air again with his left foot.

"Hiss!"

With no point of leverage whatsoever in midair, he forcibly twisted his enormous, heavy body around, carving an eerie zigzag through the air before landing steadily atop the Desolate Temple's roof.

Innate Grade movement technique: brief flight through the air, borrowing force in midair!

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If the previous Sun Yu had encountered an expert with an exceptionally elusive movement technique, he would easily have fallen into the passive position of being kited.

But now, with the Swimming Dragon Steps at Great Perfection, that fatal shortcoming had been completely remedied!

Now, not only could his strength crush those of the same realm, but his speed and agility were as elusive as a Ghostly Apparition, leaving others defenseless against him.

Sun Yu stood atop the roof.

The night wind made his rough hemp clothes flap loudly.

He slowly clenched his fists, feeling the Lead-Mercury Blood, heavy as lead and mercury, surging through his body.

He was ready to begin the next slaughter at any moment.

At the same time.

Three li beyond the Desolate Temple.

Within the dense forest, undercurrents stirred.

"Huff! Hiss!"

An enormous Tracking Demon Hound covered in black fur lay sprawled on the ground, greedily sniffing at the scent in the soil.

A thick iron chain was fastened around the demon hound's neck.

The other end of the chain was held in the hand of a grim-faced Old Man.

Liu Xuan, an outer sect Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Beside him stood a middle-aged man in a Brocade Robe, his eyes filled with bloodshot hatred.

Lin Zhentian, head of the Lin Family of Longwind City.

Lin Jianxing's birth father.

"Elder Liu, the demon hound has reacted. That little beast is in the Desolate Temple ahead!" Lin Zhentian gritted his teeth, the veins on the back of his sword-gripping hand bulging.

Liu Xuan gave a cold snort and passed the iron chain to an attendant behind him.

"That little beast disgraced my Heavenly Sword Sect in the Prefecture City square and publicly killed your Lin Family's prodigy. If we let him walk out of the Prefecture City alive, where would either of our families' dignity be?"

"My Lin Family has squandered its entire fortune, staking everything we have!" Lin Zhentian's voice was hoarse. "If I do not tear that little beast to pieces tonight, I swear I am not human!"

Liu Xuan nodded faintly and turned his gaze ahead.

Within the shadows of the woods, three exceptionally gaunt figures stood silently, their entire bodies wrapped in black robes.

They carried no weapons, yet the aura emanating from them was incomparably cold and sinister. Even the surrounding grass and trees had formed a thin layer of white frost.

These three were Gold Medal Killers whom Liu Xuan and Lin Zhentian had hired at great expense from Night Owls, the top assassin organization in the Prefecture City's underground black market.

Half-step Blood Washing Realm!

The Lead-Mercury Blood within their bodies had already begun to seep deep into their Bone Marrow. They could complete their blood cleansing at any moment, and their combat strength was terrifyingly immense.

And that was not all.

Behind the three killers stood several dozen Death Warriors in matching uniforms, a dark mass of figures.

Every one of them was at Great Perfection in the Viscera Refining Realm!

Each held a Steel Repeating Heavy Crossbow coated in deadly poison, with a Horse-Chopping Saber hanging at their waist.

To kill a Rogue Cultivator who had only just broken through to the Blood Washing Realm, such a formation was truly a net cast over heaven and earth—he could not escape even with wings.

"Gentlemen." Liu Xuan cupped his hands toward the three Black-Robed Killers.

"The boy's body is exceedingly strange. Not only is he immensely strong, he also possesses the extremely rare dual internal breath of ice and fire. Do not underestimate him."

The leading Black-Robed Killer let out an exceptionally piercing sneer, like the cry of night owls weeping in the dark.

"We take money from others and rid them of their troubles. No matter how strong his body is, as long as he is still flesh and blood, my Bone Melting Soft Poison can turn him into a puddle of pus."

The Black-Robed Killer waved a hand.

"Close in. Don't let even a fly escape."

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Several dozen Viscera Refining Realm Death Warriors scattered like ghosts. Under the cover of night, they formed a circular encirclement and rapidly advanced toward the Desolate Temple.

Their footsteps landed on the dead leaves, almost soundless.

The three Half-step Blood Washing Realm killers flickered and vanished from where they stood, turning into three black streaks that skimmed swiftly over the ground toward the Desolate Temple.

Killing intent, like a tangible tide, completely drowned the Desolate Temple.

On the roof of the Desolate Temple.

Sun Yu stood atop the upturned eaves.

The terrifying perception brought by the Blood Washing Realm allowed him to clearly catch the faint movements three li away.

The ratcheting of repeating Heavy Crossbows being drawn.

The scrape of sharp blades leaving their sheaths.

And three powerful auras—extremely concealed, yet deadly.

Sun Yu did not run.

He lowered his head and looked at the mass of killers closing in below like a black net.

A cruelly cold curve lifted at the corner of his mouth.

"Just in time."

He had just raised Swimming Dragon Steps to Great Perfection and was worrying that he had no one to test his blade on.

Sun Yu extended his right hand and slowly gripped the hilt of the Refined Iron Hunting Knife at his waist.

His thumb flicked.

"Clang!"

The hunting knife slid half an inch from its sheath.

Beneath his Dark Gold skin membrane, the ice-blue and crimson Internal Breath began to boil wildly.