There Was Still a Fisherman Waiting

Chen Dao, lying on the ground, gradually lost all signs of life. The Second Boss lowered his head and looked at Chen Dao's corpse, his gaze complicated. His expression stirred slightly, as though he wanted to say something.

Yet a thousand words ultimately turned into a soft sigh.

"Big Brother, why did it have to come to this..."

It would have been a lie to say he was untouched by seeing his sworn elder brother, with whom he had faced life and death, die before his very eyes.

They had sworn once to be born in the same year and die in the same year, yet now things had changed and people had changed.

Rest easy, Big Brother. Once I reach Meridian-Piercing, I'll hold a proper memorial for you.

Setting those thoughts aside, the Second Boss came back to himself and noticed the demon looking at him with a half-smile.

Alarm bells blared in his heart.

He immediately straightened himself and greeted respectfully. "My lord."

"You brothers truly shared deep feelings and righteous bonds~"

Thud—

The Second Boss swiftly dropped to his knees, lowered his head, and hurriedly said, "My lord misunderstands. This lowly one merely wished to see whether Chen Dao was truly dead. It was absolutely not as my lord thinks."

"Is that so? If I personally made a move, how could I possibly fail? Hehe, you humans really are interesting."

At those words, a nearly imperceptible flicker of panic crossed the Second Boss's face. He then hastily changed the subject.

"My lord, the task the Zhang Household assigned me has been completed. I shall not disturb you as you slowly enjoy your meal."

With that, the Second Boss quickly rose and tried to leave.

He did not want to remain in this place for even another moment.

It was not only because he did not wish to watch the bloody, horrifying sight of a demon feeding, but also because he feared the demon would go back on its word and attack him.

He had already assisted this demon in destroying the Wild Wolf Gang and completed the task given by the Zhang Household. All he wanted now was to leave this place as soon as possible and head to the Zhang Household to collect his reward.

At this moment, his mood was undoubtedly both uneasy and excited. The faint gloom of watching his elder brother die before his eyes and the gang disciples suffer devastating casualties had long since vanished.

Once I achieve Meridian-Piercing, I'll be one of the foremost figures in Cloudwater City too!

The Zhang and Wang families have monopolized Cloudwater City's resources for years. Who knew how many heroes and bold men had fallen before the Meridian-Piercing Realm.

Hmph! It's time for another great household to rise in Cloudwater City!

"Wait."

The Second Boss frowned and halted, a sense of foreboding immediately rising in his heart.

Like rushing thunder, he spun around and threw a right hook, then followed it with a side kick as he turned.

A violent whistle of tearing air suddenly erupted across the silent clearing.

When the Second Boss saw that there was no one behind him, he immediately turned back around.

A savage, terrifying face was pressed right up against his own.

The Second Boss's pupils abruptly shrank. Before he could make another move, blood began gushing from his mouth.

"I... I knew it..."

Thud—

The still-warm corpse slowly fell. Zong Jiu pulled out his arm, coated in wet, bright-red blood.

He naturally brought it to his mouth, wearing an intoxicated expression as he began licking the blood remaining on his hand.

Wu Yi watched it all unfold, waves of cold disgust rising in his heart.

Human hearts truly were unfathomable! Demons truly were uncanny, drinking blood and eating flesh like mushrooms growing wild!

Watching the demon remove the Second Boss's head, preparing to feast to its heart's content and indulge itself—

A cold glint flashed through his eyes.

Since the Wild Wolf Gang had been destroyed, Wu could not return empty-handed either.

A true man should possess the spirit to shed blood and slaughter! He should display the merit of subduing demons and vanquishing monsters!

In an instant, Wu Yi mobilized his true qi, and a white radiance immediately covered his hand.

As Wu Yi formed sword fingers and gave them a light flick, the white Sword Qi shot straight toward the Second Boss's head in Zong Jiu's hand.

The difference between Meridian-Piercing Peak and the earlier stages of Meridian-Piercing was that the true qi within one's body could briefly leave the body, making its killing power even greater.

The Sword Qi flashed forth. Almost instantly, the head exploded, blood spraying everywhere as flesh and gore smeared across Zong Jiu's face.

At that moment, Zong Jiu was clearly a little dazed. He had been enjoying himself just fine, so why had the head suddenly exploded? Could this person have left some hidden move behind?

For a moment, he failed to react.

How could Wu Yi possibly give him a chance to recover?

He immediately shouted, "Demon! Accept your execution!"

With true qi empowering him at full force, Wu Yi flashed before Zong Jiu in the blink of an eye. He unleashed Hell-Suppressing Mountain Sinker with a thunderous strike, its immense force driving the surrounding air into booming bursts.

No matter how slow Zong Jiu's reaction was, he understood now that the ambusher before him had been secretly interrupting his elegant pleasure and ruining his meal.

He was instantly enraged. Opening his mouth wide, he roared and sprayed foul-smelling bloody spittle.

"You've got some nerve!"

Seeing Wu Yi's killing strike arrive before him, Zong Jiu neither dodged nor evaded. He merely clenched his right fist and punched straight out.

His originally slender, frail-looking black and sticky right arm, which seemed incapable even of tying up a chicken, suddenly swelled violently in midair. It expanded into the thickness of a tree trunk that required both arms to encircle, with sinews bulging across it one after another.

Unfathomably strange! Terrifying beyond belief!

Wu Yi's gaze narrowed slightly at the sight, and the force in his hand unconsciously increased by several degrees.

Their fists collided with a thunderous boom. A muffled thunderclap exploded, and the colliding force swept up a gust of wind.

After the clash, both remained standing where they were, fists locked together as they strained against one another.

Feeling the overwhelming strength transmitted through their fists, Wu Yi could not help but sigh inwardly.

As expected of a demon!

Its demonic body truly was incomparably tough, its brute strength utterly unreasonable!

But...

Wu Yi slowly raised his head and calmly met Zong Jiu's eyes.

He watched Zong Jiu force down the panic in his gaze and put on an act of calm composure.

Wu Yi laughed softly.

"All show and no substance—a silver spear with a wax head, you little runt."

Demonheart Thrust!

Before Zong Jiu could understand what those words meant, Wu Yi suddenly threw another punch.

Fast! Far too fast.

To Zong Jiu, this punch came like lightning and sparks from flint. He could only barely raise both arms to block it.

The tremendous force sent pain shooting through Zong Jiu's arms. He retreated more than a dozen steps before finally steadying himself.

Though he had withstood the move, a trace of shock still showed through Zong Jiu's pitch-black pupils.

If his demonic body had not been so tough, both his arms would likely have already fractured and broken.

Strong! The man before him was terrifyingly strong.

Where exactly had this person come from?

Even if he had not been injured, he probably would not have lasted more than a few exchanges against this man.

One had to know that he had been able to fight the so-called banner commander of the Demon Suppression Guards on equal footing before, even gaining the upper hand at one point.

If he had not carelessly fallen for a trick, he would not have been injured.

But this man... Zong Jiu cast Wu Yi a wary glance. His arms hanging at his sides still ached faintly.

No, I absolutely cannot clash head-on with him.

Wu Yi looked at the demon standing there blankly after taking his blow and wondered whether it might be a trap.

Was it waiting for me to attack first, then planning to ambush me with some bizarre method?

No matter what methods you have, I'll break them all with sheer force!

Wu Yi immediately closed in. He first unleashed Hell-Suppressing Mountain Sinker with overwhelming momentum, then followed with several Demonheart Thrusts, catching Zong Jiu completely off guard.

Empowered by true qi, every one of Wu Yi's movements was fiercer than when he had demonstrated them at the martial hall.

Every strike concealed savagery and violence, as though it sought to tear apart the air and hammer the earth into ruin. Only then did it carry a hint of the intent to suppress demons, imprison hell, and embody a god.

The two exchanged several rounds like this, blow for blow.

The more Wu Yi fought, the more excited he became; the more he fought, the more fevered he grew.

Yes! This was what I wanted, what I had been pursuing!

This was it—battle! It felt incredible!

The powerful demonic body that had once fought for days and nights without exhaustion or injury was now beginning to struggle under Wu Yi's fierce assault.

Wu Yi's every move appeared savage, yet each secretly contained the striking force of true qi.

When they landed on Zong Jiu, they did not merely injure his surface flesh. They were also destroying the tissues of flesh and blood within his body.

The more Zong Jiu fought, the calmer he became; the more he fought, the more alarmed he grew.

Seeing Wu Yi's frenzied, possessed, unrestrained demeanor, he silently cried bitterly in his heart.

This man had surely already touched the threshold of the Astral Realm!

No, if this continues, I'll sooner or later be buried here.

Zong Jiu took one of Wu Yi's attacks head-on with his body. As Wu Yi withdrew his move, Zong Jiu prepared to seize him in a tight embrace.