Your Turn

Outside the desolate temple.

Several dozen Death Warriors of the Viscera Refining Realm formed a semicircular formation, Steel Repeating Heavy Crossbows in hand, the clatter of their mechanisms merging into one continuous sound.

The three Black-Robed Killers stood in three separate directions. The Lead-Mercury Blood of their Half-step Blood Washing Realm accelerated through their bodies, Internal Breath surging out to seal off the hundred-zhang space around the desolate temple.

Lin Zhentian gripped his Long Sword and stared at the blurry Linen-Clad Figure atop the temple roof, his eyes bloodshot as he roared harshly, "Fire! Shoot him into Meat Paste!"

"Thrum! Thrum! Thrum!"

Bowstrings exploded.

Hundreds of steel heavy arrows steeped in ghostly blue poison tore through the night, transforming into a dense metallic rainstorm that hurtled straight at the roof of the desolate temple.

The three Black-Robed Killers formed seals with both hands at once. Their icy Bone Melting Soft Poison Internal Breath became three gray-white streams that followed close behind the arrow rain, cutting off every route of retreat for Sun Yu.

Outside the formation, Lin Zhentian laughed wildly, his face twisted. "You little beast! No matter how strong your body is, you won't survive ten thousand arrows piercing your heart! I'll strip the sinews and skin from that precious body of yours, throw it into a pill furnace, and boil it into a great human medicine to comfort my son's spirit in heaven!"

On the roof.

Sun Yu gripped the hilt of his hunting blade with one hand.

The rain of arrows came crashing down, blotting out the sky.

He neither dodged nor evaded.

Within his chest, blood as heavy as lead and mercury suddenly sank.

"Buzz!"

Dark Gold patterns instantly crawled across every inch of his skin.

Ice-blue Internal Breath of Extreme Cold and scarlet Internal Breath of Extreme Yang intertwined beneath his skin, forming an incomparably solid layer of Dual-Color Protective Qi.

"Clang clang clang clang clang!"

A dense barrage of metallic detonations erupted across the rooftop.

Steel poison arrows capable of piercing raw iron slammed viciously into Sun Yu's body.

Sparks flew in all directions.

The arrowheads shattered instantly.

Broken shafts ricocheted madly in every direction.

Not a single arrow could pierce that layer of Dark Gold skin; they did not even leave behind a white mark.

Then, three gray-white streams of Poison Breath crashed into Sun Yu's chest.

"Sizzle!"

The instant the venomous Internal Breath touched Sun Yu's skin, his Extreme Yang Blood Qi surged back like fierce fire poured over oil, directly burning that sinister Internal Breath into a wisp of white smoke.

It was utterly useless.

Within the formation below, the Bowmen stiffened, their faces filled with horror.

The repeating heavy crossbows could not pierce skin and flesh?

Lin Zhentian's wild laughter caught in his throat, his eyeballs nearly bulging from their sockets.

"Keep firing! Pull back! Wear him down with Internal Breath!" Liu Xuan's expression changed drastically as he shouted furiously.

Standing on the roof tiles, Sun Yu casually brushed away half an arrowhead caught in the seams of his linen clothes.

From above, he looked down at Lin Zhentian outside the formation.

"Boil me into a great human medicine?"

The muscles in Sun Yu's right leg gave an almost imperceptible twitch.

Internal Breath erupted from the Bubbling Spring Acupoint in the sole of his foot.

Sun Yu's body instantly turned transparent.

There was no sonic boom, no roar.

Like a drop of water melting into a lake, he vanished from where he stood.

"Where is he?!"

One Death Warrior held his heavy crossbow in terror, looking frantically in every direction.

The next instant.

A massive hand, as though cast from raw iron, reached out from the void without warning and seized his face.

"Kacha!"

His neck bones shattered.

The Death Warrior's head was twisted a full hundred and eighty degrees.

Sun Yu's figure solidified amid the Death Warriors.

He did not draw his blade.

His legs alternated, the tips of his feet tapping rapidly against the ground.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The terrifying power of the Blood Washing Realm, combined with a perfected Innate Body Technique, pushed Sun Yu's speed completely beyond the visual limits of these Viscera Refining Realm Death Warriors.

More than a dozen extraordinarily lifelike afterimages streaked through the crowd.

From utter stillness to explosive motion.

Sun Yu darted among the Death Warriors, his hands transformed into life-taking iron hammers.

One punch blasted through a chest cavity.

One palm smashed a skull.

One kick snapped a spine.

Not a single foe could withstand even one exchange.

Screams, cracking bones, and the spray of blood intertwined.

In just three breaths' time, more than half of the dozens of Great Perfection Viscera Refining Realm Death Warriors had fallen.

Severed limbs and broken arms littered the ground.

The remaining Death Warriors completely collapsed, throwing away their Heavy Crossbows and turning to flee.

"Trash! Form up and fall back!"

The three Black-Robed Killers finally came to their senses, shocked and furious.

They never could have imagined that this brat's movement technique would be so bizarre! The intelligence had clearly said that he only knew how to charge headlong with brute force!

The three figures retreated rapidly, trying to widen the distance and use Poison Breath to restrain him from afar.

"Trying to run?"

Sun Yu tapped the ground with the tip of his right foot, instantly compressing the air beneath his sole into an air cushion.

His body reversed direction in midair.

In an instant, he closed the distance to one of the Black-Robed Killers.

The killer's eyes nearly split open. He fiercely thrust both hands forward, sending a massive cloud of grayish-white poison mist surging out.

Sun Yu held his breath and charged straight through the poison mist without a care.

The Dark Gold Demon Body was immune to deadly poison.

Closing in on the killer, he swung his left hand in a backhanded slap.

Slap!

The killer's head burst apart like an overripe watermelon.

The headless corpse staggered two steps forward before crashing to the ground.

Without even looking at it, Sun Yu exerted force beneath his feet again and leapt into the air.

"Stop him!" Liu Xuan drew his Long Sword. Half-step Innate True Qi erupted with a roar as he slashed out a fierce, three-zhang-long Sword Qi, aimed straight at Sun Yu's back.

Sun Yu was in midair, his previous momentum already spent.

But Internal Breath surged from the soles of his feet once more.

Borrowing force in midair!

His body shifted three chi sideways in a manner that utterly defied reason.

The Sword Qi sliced through his afterimage and struck the ground, carving out a deep ravine.

Sun Yu landed.

His gaze passed over Liu Xuan and locked firmly onto Lin Zhentian, whose formation in the rear had fallen into complete disorder.

Lin Zhentian's scalp went numb as an intense sense of mortal danger shot straight to the top of his head.

Without a second thought, he turned and unleashed his movement technique, fleeing madly into the depths of the dense forest.

"Do you think you can escape?"

The tendons in Sun Yu's right leg instantly tightened.

The circulation of Internal Breath fused perfectly with pure, compressed violence.

Boom!

The ground beneath Sun Yu's feet exploded into a pit several feet deep.

Earth flew everywhere.

His body tore through the air, unleashing an ear-piercing sonic boom.

He was a full twice as fast as before!

Lin Zhentian only felt a vicious gale crashing into him from behind. Before he even had the chance to turn around, a Linen-Clad Figure had already passed over his head and landed steadily right in front of him.

Lin Zhentian abruptly skidded to a halt, his feet plowing two deep furrows into the ground.

He looked at Sun Yu blocking his path, his face pale as paper.

"Elder Liu, save me!!" Lin Zhentian howled miserably. Gripping his sword with both hands, he poured all the True Qi in his body into the Sword Body, forming a thick layer of Protective Gang Qi.

Sun Yu remained expressionless.

His right thumb flicked.

"Clang!"

The Refined Iron Hunting Knife was fully drawn.

The Lead-Mercury Blood of the Blood Washing Realm instantly surged into his right arm.

Extreme Yang scarlet and Extreme Cold Ice Blue Internal Breath coiled tightly around the blade like two frenzied pythons.

Sun Yu gripped the knife with both hands.

He raised it high above his head.

There were no fancy moves.

He brought it down in a single overhead chop.

"Crack!"

Lin Zhentian raised his sword to block.

The Hundred-Refined Steel Long Sword snapped in two the instant it met the hunting knife.

The blade cleaved through everything in its path, viciously cutting into Lin Zhentian's thick Protective Gang Qi.

The Gang Qi shattered with a boom like fragile glass.

From top to bottom, the blade passed through Lin Zhentian's head, neck, chest, and lower abdomen.

He was split in two by a single stroke.

The cut was astonishingly smooth.

Extreme Yang Blade Qi instantly incinerated his internal organs.

Meanwhile, the Extreme Cold internal breath froze the gushing blood solid the moment the blade passed through.

"Thud."

The two halves of Lin Zhentian's body toppled to either side.

Not a single drop of blood flowed from the cut.

Only dark-red shards of ice rustled as they fell.

Sun Yu maintained his slashing stance.

Not a drop of blood stained the hunting knife.

He slowly turned around and looked at Liu Xuan, who had just arrived more than a dozen steps away, along with the two remaining assassins.

His gaze was cold.

"Your turn."