The Might of a Blood Refining Grandmaster

Boom!

Su Qingyang's expression was cold and indifferent. The terrifying, boundless blood energy within his body erupted instantly, surging toward the heavens like a volcanic explosion.

As that blood energy soared into the sky,

every bandit present held their breath.

Many of the weaker-willed bandits could not withstand the overwhelming pressure; their legs gave way, and they collapsed heavily to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

Su Qingyang raised his hand and threw a punch. His blood energy exploded, roaring like a cannonball, tearing through the air and transforming into a massive, frenzied dragon.

Bai Wei's pupils contracted violently. Before he could even register his sheer terror, the Heavenly Dipper Tiger-Dragon Force on his heavy blade shattered instantly, along with half of the blade itself.

Boom, boom, boom!!

Following the terrifying, thunderous roar,

a deep chasm lay across the ground, as if a giant, horrific axe had cleaved the earth from the sky.

Only shattered steel and flesh remained scattered everywhere.

Bai Wei had been blasted a hundred paces away by the punch. He knelt on one knee, leaning on the broken half of his blade, but half of his body, along with his heavy steel armor, had been pulverized into fragments.

His bare, white bones were exposed, and his face looked like a half-skull.

The mountain wind whistled past.

At this moment, the surrounding bandits were all trembling, their legs shaking as they prostrated themselves on the ground, looking at the young man as if they were seeing a ghost or a god.

"!!!"

"...A Grandmaster?!"

Su Qingyang's blood energy was like an abyss, deep and unfathomable.

What Tiger-Dragon Force, what indestructible heavy armor—before a Grandmaster, they were nothing but toys.

He had held back ninety-nine percent of his strength in that punch, fearing he might kill the bandit leader on the spot.

"My lord, we are all soldiers from the border. We suffered heavy injuries on the battlefield, and our commander was a fool. We didn't want to throw our lives away for nothing, so we fled here."

Among the bandits, someone suddenly knelt and begged for mercy, tears streaming down his face.

They never could have imagined that they would provoke a Grandmaster just by trying to raid a small town. It was truly the height of misfortune.

I mean, really—a dignified Grandmaster, living in seclusion in such a remote little town?

What could he possibly be after!!!

Su Qingyang shook his head, a look of disdainful, cold mockery on his face. He flicked his finger, and that terrifying blood energy surged out like a cannon blast.

With a thunderous boom,

the upper half of the man who had spoken was blasted into smithereens. Fragments of flesh and blood splattered a hundred meters, and a scarlet rain of blood instantly fell across the mountainside.

The surrounding bandits felt as if they had fallen into the Nine Nether icy hell.

"I said, begging for mercy is useless. You can try to resist or run..." Su Qingyang spoke again, cold as a demon, not believing a single word they said.

"He won't let us go..."

"We're dead either way! Brothers, fight him to the death!"

Some bandits grew desperate. The fear of death temporarily overcame their fear of facing a Grandmaster, and they raised their bows and notched their arrows.

At that very moment, in the woods, someone suddenly pushed out four wooden carriages, which burst open with a bang!

They were four cannons!

???

Su Qingyang tilted his head slightly, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes.

When I'm the one asking the questions, it's best if you're the one with the problem, not me.

What had he just seen in this martial world?

He had actually seen four cannons, and what's more, they pulled out a matchlock musket.

They raised it toward Su Qingyang's position and unleashed a frantic barrage of fire, their faces twisted with insane killing intent.

Amidst a deafening, earth-shattering roar,

four blazing fireballs exploded in mid-air.

The calm air was instantly torn apart, and powerful shockwaves swept out violently.

A scorching wave accompanied the earth-shaking blast.

The dust kicked up rose into the air like a massive sandstorm, and the scarlet flames bloomed with seductive, deadly beauty.

"Hahaha!! Go to hell!!"

"Come on, come on! Let's see how tough you are!! Can you withstand the Divine Might Cannon!"

The bandits' gazes turned cold and cruel in that instant.

These four cannons were ordnance they had seized during the chaos of their defeat on the battlefield years ago. Their power was astonishing, enough to severely injure an Innate Warrior.

They had carried them through mountains and rivers without ever abandoning them, taking turns bearing the weight, toiling tirelessly to bring them along, intending to use them to guard their mountain gate once they claimed the territory.

Although their accuracy was, admittedly, quite pathetic.

But at this moment...

Under the dark moon and high wind, at such close range, and with a surprise attack—how could even a Grandmaster dodge them?

This was the moment their killing intent reached its peak!

"Interesting. Are you trying to stage a 'what kind of martial Grandmaster doesn't use a gun' scene for me?"

Su Qingyang smiled.

Although it was a bit sudden, the speed of the cannonballs in his eyes was as slow as a crawling turtle.

Dodging them would take only a single thought.

But!

Why should he dodge?

Su Qingyang flicked his sleeve, spread his fingers wide, and clenched his right fist.

Suddenly, it was as if he were gripping a banner. His blood energy surged like a rainbow, like a pillar of red reaching toward the heavens, the blood-colored aura billowing up into the clouds.

This was not a metaphor; there was truly a terrifying, indescribable blood energy surging into the sky, transforming into a beacon of blood smoke.

It was clearly visible from the entire Spirit Peak Mountain and the Spirit Peak County below.

Su Qingyang swung his fist forward—

Boom!

In the earth-shattering roar, the cannonballs caught in the red pillar of energy exploded, their fire melting into the pillar and transforming into a dragon of flame.

The iron sand and pellets were shattered and twisted, sounding like a storm of steel as they swirled in the airflow, instantly melting into molten steel.

In an instant, the red pillar of energy swept away the might of the cannon fire and charged directly into the forest.

The next moment!

Amidst a series of wails and explosions, the smoke gradually cleared.

At this point, no living thing remained. The ground for a hundred meters around had collapsed, and it looked as if a chunk of Spirit Peak Mountain had been bitten away.

It was incredibly abrupt!

The might of a Blood Refining Grandmaster was terrifying to the extreme, beyond imagination.

Su Qingyang flicked his sleeve, clearing away the dust and smoke, and his blood energy receded.

Then, he walked slowly toward Bai Wei, who was still kneeling on the ground, looking down at him with disdain. The fist-wind pillar had been tightly controlled by Su Qingyang, not harming Bai Wei in the slightest.

"I've given you plenty of time. Are you ready?"

Su Qingyang said calmly. In his eyes, although Bai Wei's injuries were horrific, his vitality remained strong; he was far from the brink of death.

"Grandmaster... a Blood Refining Grandmaster... why..."

"You are a Blood Refining Grandmaster... why would you live in this small town..."

Hatred, fear, and unwillingness flickered in Bai Wei's single eye, followed by a trace of confusion.

Su Qingyang did not answer. He merely stared at Bai Wei with cold, deep eyes, then shook his head and said:

"It seems even you don't know!"

"What are you talking about?" Bai Wei's expression was one of confusion. He suddenly felt a great chill sweep through his entire body.

"What are you talking about... what do you mean 'even I don't know'?"

Su Qingyang offered no explanation. He simply extended a finger and tapped it onto Bai Wei's forehead, as if pressing something into his mind.