The Might of a Blood Refining Grandmaster

Boom!

Su Qingyang's expression was cold. The terrifying qi and blood coursing through him erupted like a volcano, surging skyward.

As that qi and blood shot into the sky,

every bandit present held their breath.

Many of the weaker-willed bandits couldn't withstand the oppressive force bearing down on them. Their legs gave way, and they dropped heavily to their knees, trembling uncontrollably.

Su Qingyang raised his hand and threw a punch. His qi and blood erupted with a thunderous boom, like an exploding cannonball, tearing through the air and taking the form of a colossal raging dragon.

Bai Wei's pupils contracted sharply. Before he could even be overwhelmed by terror, the Heavenly Dipper Tiger-Dragon Force on his heavy blade shattered, and half the blade broke apart with it.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

After the terrifying blasts,

a deep chasm stretched across the ground, as though an enormous, dreadful axe had cleaved down from the sky and split the earth.

All that remained was scattered, shattered steel and flesh.

Bai Wei was blasted a hundred yards away. He landed on one knee, propping himself up with half his heavy blade, but half his body, along with his steel armor, had been blown to pieces.

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

The mountain wind howled past.

The bandits around them trembled so violently their legs knocked together. They all lay prostrate on the ground, staring at the young man as if he were a demon god.

"!!!"

"...A Grandmaster?!"

Su Qingyang's qi and blood were as deep as an abyss, impossible to fathom.

What Tiger-Dragon force? What indestructible heavy armor? In front of a Grandmaster, they were nothing but toys.

He had held back 99.9 percent of his strength in that punch, for fear of killing the bandit chief on the spot.

"My lord, we brothers were all soldiers on the frontier. We were badly wounded in battle, and our commanders were foolish beyond belief. We didn't want to throw our lives away for nothing, so we fled here."

One of the bandits suddenly dropped to his knees and begged for mercy, tears streaming down his face.

They had never imagined that trying to loot a small town would bring a Grandmaster down on them. Their luck was truly rotten.

Honestly, how could a Grandmaster like you choose to live in some remote little town?

What could you possibly be after?!

Su Qingyang shook his head, a cold, disdainful smile on his face. He raised a finger and flicked it. His terrifying qi and blood shot out like cannon fire.

A thunderous boom rang out.

The upper half of the man who had spoken was blown to pieces. Chunks of flesh sprayed a hundred meters, and a crimson rain fell over the mountainside.

The bandits around them felt as though they had plunged into the freezing depths of Nine Nether.

"I said begging for mercy was pointless. You can try to fight back or run..." Su Qingyang spoke again, his voice cold as a demon's. He didn't believe a word they said.

"He won't spare us..."

"We're dead either way! Brothers, let's fight him!"

One bandit steeled himself. His fear of death briefly overcame his terror of facing a Grandmaster. He raised his hand and drew an arrow to the bowstring.

Just then, several people suddenly wheeled out four wooden carts from the forest. The carts exploded apart!

They were four cannons!

???

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

When I see question marks, I'd better find out whether it's you who's got a problem, not me.

What had he just seen in this martial world?

Four cannons—and, to top it off, they'd even drawn a musket.

They aimed toward Su Qingyang and unleashed a frenzied barrage, their faces twisted, their eyes filled with a crazed bloodlust.

A thunderous boom shook the heavens and the earth.

Four blazing fireballs burst open in midair.

The still air tore apart in an instant as violent gusts swept through.

A wave of scorching heat surged forth alongside the world-shaking blasts.

The rising dust billowed into the sky like a sandstorm blotting out the heavens, blooming brilliantly like crimson flames.

"Hahaha! Die!"

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

The bandits' gazes turned utterly cold, cruel expressions surfacing as they watched.

They had stolen these four cannons during the chaos of their army's defeat on the battlefield. Their firepower was astonishing, enough to badly wound an Innate Warrior.

They had carried them over mountain and river without ever abandoning them. Taking turns bearing the weight, they had hauled the cannons along without complaint, intending to use them to defend their mountain stronghold once they claimed it as their own.

Their accuracy might have been laughable.

But now...

It was a dark, windy night. They were at close range, and their attack had come without warning. How could even a Grandmaster evade them?

This was the moment their killing intent erupted!

"How interesting. Are you trying to stage the old 'if you've got a gun and don't use it, what kind of martial arts grandmaster are you?' routine?"

Su Qingyang smiled.

The attack had caught him somewhat off guard, but to his eyes, the cannonballs moved as slowly as a tortoise crawling.

Dodging them would take no more than a thought.

But!

Why should he dodge?

Su Qingyang swept his sleeve aside, spread his five fingers, and clenched his right fist.

In that instant, it was as if he held a flag in his hand. His qi and blood streamed from it like a rainbow, a crimson pillar reaching to the heavens, its scarlet radiance rising straight into the clouds.

This wasn't a figure of speech. A terrifying surge of qi and blood, beyond all words, truly soared into the sky, forming a plume of blood-red smoke.

The whole of Spirit Peak Mountain, along with Spirit Peak County below, could see it clearly.

Su Qingyang swung his fist and struck forward—

Boom!

Amid the earth-shaking roar, the cannonballs swept up by the crimson pillar exploded. Their flames melted into the pillar and became a fire dragon.

The iron shot scattered through the sky shattered and twisted. With a hiss, it swirled through the air like an iron storm, melting into molten steel in an instant.

In a flash, the crimson pillar swept away the full force of the cannon barrage and shot straight into the forest.

The next moment!

Amid a string of screams and explosions, the smoke and gunpowder slowly cleared.

Not a single living thing remained. The ground had collapsed across a hundred-meter radius, and it looked as if a huge chunk had been bitten out of Spirit Peak Mountain.

The damage was startlingly abrupt!

The might of a Blood Refining Grandmaster was utterly terrifying, beyond imagination.

Su Qingyang swept his sleeve, dispersing the smoke that filled the sky, and drew in his qi and blood.

Then he slowly walked over to Bai Wei, who was still kneeling on one knee. He looked down at him with disdain. Su Qingyang had kept the pillar of force from his earlier punch firmly under control, and it hadn't harmed Bai Wei at all.

"I've given you all this time. Are you ready?"

Su Qingyang spoke calmly. Although Bai Wei's injuries were horrifying, his vitality remained strong. He was nowhere near death.

"Grandmaster... A Blood Refining Grandmaster... Why..."

"You're a Blood Refining Grandmaster... Why live in a little town like this..."

Hatred, fear, and resentment showed in Bai Wei's one remaining eye. In the end, a trace of confusion joined them.

Su Qingyang didn't answer. He simply stared at Bai Wei with a chilly gaze, then shook his head.

"Looks like you don't know either!"

"What are you talking about?" Bai Wei looked confused. Suddenly, he felt a tremendous chill sweep through his entire body.

"What are you talking about...? What do you mean, I don't know either?"

Su Qingyang didn't explain. He merely extended one finger and pressed it to Bai Wei's forehead, as though pushing something inside.