Don't, Don't Kill Me!

A blade gleam tore through the night.

Violent two-colored Internal Breath of ice and fire poured out through the ordinary Refined Iron Hunting Knife.

Withered Sword Daoist's pupils abruptly constricted.

He had lived for nearly a century and fought countless battles, yet he had never seen such an unreasonable fighting style.

No probing, no changes in technique—just pure speed and power crushing everything in its path!

True Qi burst beneath Withered Sword Daoist's feet, and his body drifted rapidly backward like a weightless dead leaf.

At the same time, his hands formed seals frantically.

The Blood Washing Realm True Qi within him, heavy as lead and mercury, was drawn out without reserve.

"Buzz!"

A spherical protective shield of force, three feet thick and nearly solid, instantly wrapped tightly around his entire body.

This was Withered Sword Daoist's life-saving trump card, enough to withstand a full-force strike from a Grandmaster of the same realm.

"Clang!!!"

The hunting knife hacked viciously into the protective shield.

The piercing metallic boom sent visible ripples through the air for dozens of yards around them.

The shield shuddered violently, savage ripples spreading across its surface.

It did not break!

But the Refined Iron Hunting Knife in Sun Yu's hand could no longer withstand either the terrifying recoil or his own violent ice-and-fire Internal Breath.

"Kacha! Bang!"

The blade shattered inch by inch.

Countless iron fragments shot in every direction, striking the ruined walls around them and burying themselves deep in the stone.

Only a bare hilt remained in his hand.

Standing within the protective shield, Withered Sword Daoist let out a long breath of relief.

The lofty arrogance returned to his aged face.

"You fool! Your weapon is gone. Let's see what you'll use to break this old man's force shield!"

With a cold sneer, Withered Sword Daoist raised two fingers like a sword, preparing to gather the sword formation once more.

However.

Outside the shield.

Sun Yu looked at the broken hilt in his hand and did not retreat.

He casually tossed the hilt to the ground.

"You need a weapon to break your turtle shell?"

Sun Yu suddenly threw back his head and laughed wildly.

His laughter was like thunder, shaking even the stones on the ground into hopping.

At this moment, he held nothing back any longer.

"Rumble!!!"

An incomparably muffled boom erupted from within Sun Yu's body.

It was the sound of his Blood Washing Realm Lead-Mercury Blood completely boiling in his veins.

His heart beat like an ancient war drum.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

With every beat, it pumped out terrifying blood and vitality that made one suffocate.

The blood and vitality throughout his body rose like tangible wolf-smoke, shooting into the heavens and instantly scattering the rolling dust and smoke overhead.

Sun Yu's left eye completely turned a deep, icy blue.

His right eye blazed with violent crimson.

The two streams of Internal Breath—Extreme Cold and Extreme Yang—interwove and collided across his body, finally forming a layer of dark golden sheen pressed close against his Skin and Flesh.

Cold Iron Demonic Body, fully unleashed!

The arrogance on Withered Sword Daoist's face instantly froze.

Through the protective shield, he stared fixedly at Sun Yu's body, which resembled that of a demon god, while a chill shot straight up his spine to his scalp.

"What kind of monster is this?!"

Withered Sword Daoist bit through his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood essence onto the shield.

The shield's light flared brilliantly.

At the same time, he controlled the remaining dozens of sword force streaks, sending them whirling madly toward Sun Yu like a dense swarm of bees.

"Die! Die for me!"

Sun Yu did not dodge.

He stomped his foot down, shattering the ground.

Swimming Dragon Steps!

His body turned into a red-and-blue afterimage, charging upstream through the sky-filling Sword Qi!

Screech! Screech! Screech!

Dense sword qi savagely slashed across Sun Yu's body.

The Blood Washing Realm sword qi, enough to slice gold and sever jade, struck Sun Yu's Skin and Flesh—smooth as mutton-fat white jade—and actually produced a rapid series of metal-on-metal clangs.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sword qi shattered inch by inch!

It dissolved into specks of light that filled the air.

Let alone break through his Skin and Flesh, it could not even halt Sun Yu's charge for half a breath.

Driven by the Blood Washing Realm's Blood Qi, the Cold Iron Demonic Body's defenses completely ignored this level of cutting force!

With horror, Withered Sword Daoist's eyes widened.

He watched helplessly as Sun Yu, like a bulldozer, smashed through every strand of sword qi and charged straight before him.

Only a single qi barrier stood between them.

"Old bastard, your shell is too brittle."

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Sun Yu looked at Withered Sword Daoist within the barrier, a cruel curve lifting at the corner of his mouth.

Both his hands shot out.

His ten fingers were like steel claws cast from raw iron.

Ice Blue Internal Breath coiled around his left hand, bringing Extreme Cold.

Scarlet Blood Qi boiled in his right hand, bringing Extreme Yang melting heat.

Bang!

Sun Yu's hands seized Withered Sword Daoist's "indestructible" Myriad Transformation Sword Qi barrier solidly.

His five fingers dug deeply into the qi wall.

Withered Sword Daoist's scalp went numb as he desperately drove his True Qi to repair the barrier.

"Are you insane?! This is a True Qi barrier—how could bare hands possibly—"

Before he could finish—

The muscles in Sun Yu's arms instantly swelled by a full circle.

Beneath his skin, Dark Gold tendons writhed madly like Horned Dragons.

The Extreme Cold Internal Breath instantly froze the barrier's left side, making it brittle.

The Extreme Yang Blood Qi, meanwhile, scorched the barrier's right side until it warped and softened.

One cold, one hot—the barrier's defenses instantly plunged to rock bottom.

Sun Yu exerted force with both arms.

And violently tore outward!

Riiip!!!

A piercing sound like thick old canvas being torn apart rang through the night sky.

Before Withered Sword Daoist's terrified, nearly vacant gaze—

That layer of Myriad Transformation Sword Qi, capable of withstanding a Grandmaster's full-force strike—

was forcibly ripped in half from the middle by Sun Yu's bare palms!

The qi barrier exploded with a thunderous crash!

The violent airwave instantly shredded Withered Sword Daoist's Daoist robe into strips of cloth.

"No!!!"

Withered Sword Daoist let out a shrill scream and turned to flee.

He had completely lost the courage to resist.

This monster who could tear apart qi with his bare hands was not human at all!

"Do you think you can run?"

Sun Yu's voice was icy.

Both hands shot forward.

Like iron pincers, they locked tightly onto Withered Sword Daoist's shoulders.

Withered Sword Daoist struggled desperately, the True Qi of the Blood Washing Realm erupting madly, yet he could not budge Sun Yu's mountain-like arms in the slightest.

"Spare me! This old man is an elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect! If you kill me, the Heavenly Sword Sect will surely raze—"

Withered Sword Daoist's threat came to an abrupt halt.

Sun Yu had no interest in listening to his nonsense.

He locked Withered Sword Daoist's shoulders and suddenly yanked back with both arms.

At the same time.

The muscles in Sun Yu's neck instantly tightened.

Power surged through his waist and abdomen, his spine snapping straight like a fully drawn greatbow.

He turned his own head into the deadliest battering ram.

Aiming at Withered Sword Daoist's face.

A headbutt utterly plain and unadorned, yet savage beyond measure, smashed down viciously!

"Bang!!!"

A dull, hair-raising thud rang out.

Sun Yu's forehead bone, hard as divine iron, slammed solidly into Withered Sword Daoist's nose bridge and forehead.

The instant they made contact, Withered Sword Daoist's skull shattered and collapsed!

The force of that blow brutally compressed his facial features into a flattened smear of rotten flesh.

The tremendous impact traveled down his cervical vertebrae, shattering his spine inch by inch.

Blood and brain matter had only just burst from his seven apertures.

When the ice-and-fire Internal Breath swirling around Sun Yu instantly froze them into icy dregs or evaporated them into a mist of blood.

Withered Sword Daoist's wildly struggling body suddenly stiffened.

His arms dropped limply to his sides.

A grandmaster of the Blood Washing Realm.

An elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Dead on the spot!

Dead beyond any doubt.

Sun Yu released his hands.

"Plop."

Withered Sword Daoist's corpse, limp as mud, crashed heavily onto the rubble-strewn ground.

It did not raise even a wisp of dust.

Sun Yu remained where he stood, maintaining his upright posture.

His coarse hemp clothes had been completely shredded in the collision just now, exposing his bare upper body.

He slowly rolled his neck.

His cervical vertebrae cracked sharply.

Not even the outermost layer of skin on his forehead had been broken.

Only a trace of Withered Sword Daoist's blood was instantly baked dry by Extreme Yang Blood Qi, turning into dark-red powder that drifted down in flakes.

He lowered his head and coldly glanced at the corpse beneath his feet.