The Immortal Kills Quanxing

Not only that, the burly man struggled to rise, his chest appearing as if a massive hole had been punched through it, as though he had been struck by an overwhelmingly rigid and masculine force.

As he vomited blood, he continued to cough up pieces of his internal organs.

What followed next was a truly horrifying sight.

The burly man's face twisted in extreme terror; under the agony of being shredded into a thousand pieces, his body seemed to disintegrate, finally exploding directly into a mist of blood.

"This brat is demonic, run!"

Someone felt their scalp tingle and, making a split-second decision, let out a desperate shout.

Immediately after, the remaining members of the Quanxing felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Yet, they found it hard to believe...

Within the Sanyi Sect, aside from Zuo Ruotong, there actually existed an expert of such terrifying strength.

With a mere wave of his hand, he had been able to kill a capable fighter from their Quanxing.

More importantly, throughout the entire ordeal, they hadn't even seen when Du Yang had made his move.

This meant the gap in their strength was absolute.

Do not be fooled by their usual arrogance; in reality, every one of them was incredibly shrewd.

Facing such a terrifying opponent, their first instinct was to flee.

To mindlessly charge forward for revenge would be to court certain death.

They channeled their Qi with every ounce of strength they possessed, moving with agility as they burst out of the inn, sprinting for their lives.

Du Yang remained expressionless, seemingly unhurried as he took a single step forward.

Under the threat of life and death, humans are capable of unleashing immense potential.

With such a terrifying figure pursuing them, these Quanxing members felt their Qi flowing with supernatural ease, moving thirty percent faster than their usual top speed.

They knew all too well that if they were caught, it would be the end of the road.

The north wind blew bitterly, whipping up withered grass and fine snow as it swept across a deserted Public Mortuary outside the city.

Amidst the crumbling walls and broken pillars, several people in varied attire leaned against their knees or the walls, gasping for air.

Every face was etched with fear, as if they had seen a ghost.

These were the very Quanxing members Du Yang was hunting down.

"That should be far enough, that brat shouldn't be able to catch up now," a man with a sharp, monkey-like face asked, his voice trembling.

The group shivered uncontrollably.

They could not imagine that just an hour ago, after downing a few bowls of strong liquor, they had been shouting loudly, spewing filth, wantonly insulting the Daying Immortal and the Sanyi Sect, and boasting that they would trample them into the ground—only to invite such a catastrophe.

Thinking back on it now, the young man who hunted them had a calm in his eyes that was certainly not that of an ordinary person.

With just a single strike—a strike so fast they hadn't even seen it—he had sent that well-known expert of the Quanxing flying without so much as a groan, his internal organs spilled out and his bones shattered, clearly beyond saving.

Inside this abandoned Public Mortuary, there was a deathly silence.

It seemed as if no one dared to even draw a full breath.

"Damn it, what kind of background does that brat have? His methods are too ruthless," another spat, still shaken. "He really does look like he comes from the Sanyi Sect."

"Who cares where he's from? Once I catch my breath, I'll go back and gather the brothers; I'll tear him to pieces."

Before this third man could finish his cruel threat, his voice cut off abruptly.

Everyone froze, all of them looking in the same direction at once.

There, in the shadow of the mortuary's dilapidated gatehouse, a figure stood, though no one knew when he had arrived.

His blue cloth robe fluttered slightly in the cold wind, his expression calm; it was the same young man from the inn.

He seemed to have arrived at a leisurely pace, not a speck of dust on him, and though there was no wind around him, his robes billowed as if he were an immortal descended to the mortal realm.

How could he be here?

How could he possibly be this fast?

What kind of monster is he?!

For a moment, the minds of the Quanxing members went completely blank.

"A ghost!" The mental defenses of the sharp-faced man collapsed entirely.

Though they were members of the Quanxing who had committed every crime from murder to arson, they had never encountered someone so ghostly.

"Fight him to the death!"

One man reacted the fastest, knowing there was no hope for mercy; a fierce light flashed in his eyes as he let out a sharp roar.

The others immediately calmed down, deciding to stake everything on one final gamble, and began to roar as they channeled their Qi.

In an instant, lights of various colors flared to life.

Blade auras, sword Qi, and poisoned hidden weapons all rained down toward the young man.

At the same time, these men raised their guns almost in unison and fired at the young man.

Dust billowed, and wood splinters sprayed through the air.

However, the next scene left every attacker feeling a sense of numbness wash over their entire bodies.

As the dust settled slightly, the young man was seen enveloped in a layer of white radiance composed of Qi.

His feet had already left the ground, hovering more than half a foot in the air, his robes fluttering as he was wreathed in pure energy, truly resembling an immortal descended upon the world.

Only, this immortal brought nothing but death.

The young man did not even adopt a defensive stance; he simply hovered there quietly, his eyes indifferent as he watched them, as if observing a group of ants struggling in vain.

"Triple Inverse Life! It is the Triple Inverse Life!"

Someone finally recognized it as the ultimate realm that the disciples of the Sanyi Sect spent their lives pursuing.

They finally realized what a terrifying existence they had provoked.

Unfortunately, the realization came too late.

The young man moved.

He pressed his fingers together like a sword and tapped lightly into the air.

A beam of white light, condensed to the point of tangibility, instantly pierced through a man's forehead.

The ferocity in that man's eyes had not yet faded before it froze, and he fell straight backward.

With a flicker of his figure, the young man appeared like a ghost before the sharp-featured man, and under his terrified gaze, pressed a palm lightly against his chest.

The man's chest visibly caved in, and the blood he spat out contained fragments of his internal organs as he flew backward, crashing into and collapsing a mud wall.

His pace seemed unhurried, his movements even appearing quite slow, yet every light tap or gentle flick of his finger claimed a life.

Screams rose and fell within the abandoned Public Mortuary, only to be quickly silenced.

The last man was struck by a blast of Qi from the air, sent flying, and slammed heavily into the dilapidated plaque of the main hall. The plaque snapped with a crack, falling to the ground along with him, and he stirred no more.

Du Yang landed slowly, the white radiance around his body receding inward.

He stood amidst the scattered corpses, scanning the area with an expressionless face, as if he had merely performed a trivial task.

The cold wind continued to blow, swirling with the scent of blood.

Du Yang looked up, casting a glance toward the general direction of the Sanyi Sect, his eyes devoid of any sign of relaxation.

The members of Quanxing were numerous, and there were many capable individuals among them; it was impossible for them all to be mere thugs and villains.

Now that these people knew his master was dead, while not necessarily the entire sect, the majority of their forces would surely be converging on the Sanyi Sect.

Solving these few "grasshoppers" was nothing of consequence.

The crisis the Sanyi Sect faced at this moment was likely something that could only be resolved by someone with heaven-reaching capabilities.