What a Rush! Fighting Until Mutual Destruction!

Because of the City Lord's orders, there were not many open bloodbaths in Red Tears City.

But among this group of cultivators, many practiced heretical paths, demonic paths, and crooked side paths. Most of them had terrible tempers.

Under circumstances where they could not kill openly, many people had effectively been living in a state of heavy repression.

Whether it was last night's great fire that had half the city celebrating, or this bloodbath where people died the moment they met, it was exactly what countless heavily repressed people wanted to see.

Especially this kind of bloodbath, where even spectators standing nearby might get dragged in as cannon fodder—it was simply too thrilling!

Thrilling as it was, the sudden absence of so many fellow spectators up ahead still frightened quite a few people into backing away while watching.

At that moment, several dozen people, led by Zhao Situ, charged in like vicious dogs.

Jiang Zhongtang had many physicians wielding blades, but they had gone from besieging others to being besieged themselves. They could no longer hold out.

The main reason was that everyone controlled by the red threads feared neither pain nor death. Their attacks were especially vicious, and every part of their bodies could be used as a weapon.

For example, one of Zhao Situ's followers was stabbed clean through by a physician, yet still shook his head and bit through the other man's throat.

This style of fighting, trading wound for wound and life for life, was the hardest to deal with.

Zhao Situ was surrounded by surging vaporous aura as he controlled the red threads, radiating murderous intent.

No matter how many people died here, he did not feel the slightest heartache!

Because many of them were not his own people!

If there were not enough, he could just capture more!

This was the terrifying part of the Ghosthand Lineage's "Blood Soul Divine Needles." If Ghost Physician Ghosthand acted personally, controlling over a hundred people would be effortless.

Back when he had been besieged by righteous cultivators from the Ten Continents, this move had been a tremendous help in allowing him to slaughter his way out.

Among Ghosthand's many disciples, Zhao Situ might have been overly "clever," but only someone as dexterous as him had inherited this move.

Jiang Zhongtang's physicians and medicine boys were beaten back step by step. Broken wood, shattered tiles, and medicinal herbs flew everywhere inside the apothecary.

This was clearly not just about killing people—they were smashing up the place as well!

More and more people gathered to watch, terrified yet unwilling to leave.

Every now and then, a severed leg or arm flew out from inside, along with precious medicinal herbs such as ginseng and lingzhi. Surprises and scares came one after another.

Especially when lingzhi flew out, the spectators outside scrambling for medicine even started fighting among themselves, plunging the place into chaos.

"Zhao Situ! If you insist on courting death, don't blame me for refusing to give your master face!"

Boom! Boom!

Suddenly, two thunderous explosions rang out!

Branch Master Wang Shanshan and Elder Yuan, who had been checking the accounts in the rear courtyard, attacked together!

Both used palm techniques. When their palms struck out, not only did their palm force howl like raging waves, yellow light also flickered within their palms.

This was the Jiangzhong Sect's most famous "Sun Rising Over the Great River Palm"!

As the two men unleashed four palms, the terrifying palm force instantly smashed apart those "vicious dogs" charging in.

Seven or eight enormous palm prints, steaming with heat, appeared on the doors and walls.

Had the several load-bearing pillars at the storefront not remained intact, the grand facade of Jiang Zhongtang would likely have collapsed into pieces.

After Wang Shanshan and Elder Yuan shattered the "puppets" charging in, they did not pause in the slightest. In the blink of an eye, they attacked Zhao Situ.

Zhao Situ fired his "Blood Soul Divine Needles" again, pulling quite a few spectators in to serve as dogs.

But this time, dragging people in was not so easy.

Everyone had become wary. Anyone who could still get struck despite being on guard was probably not very capable.

At the very least, they were not very good at dodging with movement techniques.

Since such people were weak to begin with, even after being controlled by the Blood Soul Divine Needles, their limits remained limited.

Thus, in the blink of an eye, Zhao Situ, who had appeared unstoppable, fell into a disadvantage.

Wang Shanshan and Zhao Situ were at the same realm. In a one-on-one fight, Wang Shanshan would not have been a match for Zhao Situ, who specialized in killing. But now, with the far more profoundly skilled Elder Yuan helping him, the situation was completely different.

The "puppets" Zhao Situ controlled grew fewer and fewer. Before long, he could only take blows.

Clearly, both sides were the sort who were ruthless and sparing with words.

When physicians got serious, every last one of them was more ruthless than the next!

Zhao Situ had already taken six palm strikes. His clothes had been blasted apart, and judging from the palm marks, several parts of his internal organs had likely been shattered. Yet he did not even grunt, instead firing two needles at Wang Shanshan in an instant.

The "puppets" he controlled feared neither pain nor death. Unexpectedly, he himself was just as fearless of death as a puppet.

But in the end, two fists could not beat four hands.

With a bang, Elder Yuan kicked a bloody hole through his abdomen. The true essence within his body instantly fell into chaos, and he vomited a mouthful of blood before dropping to his knees.

"Damn it, do you submit or not?!"

Wang Shanshan stepped on Zhao Situ's head, nearly flattening it against the ground.

Both Jiang Zhongtang and the Ghost Hand Apothecary were prominent apothecaries in the city, and neither side was simple.

Though they often had conflicts, they were usually disputes like "dance-offs" or trading harsh words.

A bloodbath like today's was not common.

But once that balance was broken, once lives were lost and blood was spilled, neither side feared the other.

In the Returning Ruins, those afraid to draw blades and afraid to die often died faster.

So at a time like this, neither side showed the slightest sign of cowardice.

Zhao Situ was ruthless, but Wang Shanshan and Elder Yuan were ruthless too!

Now that they had Zhao Situ pinned fiercely beneath their feet, common sense dictated that, as Ghost Physician Ghosthand's chief disciple, he should at least be shown some face and left a path to survive.

But Wang Shanshan thought of what the other man had done. If Elder Yuan had not been here today, the one wiped out might have been him!

Just as he considered whether to kill this bastard outright or lock him up like a dog to threaten Ghosthand, Elder Yuan suddenly shouted, "Careful!"

With a swift slash of his right hand, he sent out a jade-green blade of true essence, cutting Zhao Situ in half at the waist. At the same time, he used the recoil of that force to leap backward.

But in the next instant, countless golden lights had already enveloped him and Wang Shanshan nearby.

Gu Qingfeng, standing not far away and watching this scene, found it oddly familiar.

"Ghosthand Blood-Draining Thousand Threads!"

This was precisely the "Ghosthand Blood-Draining Thousand Threads" Sun Sheng had used last night, one of Ghost Physician Ghosthand's ultimate techniques.

This had been Zhao Situ's final trump card, one that burned his life away, so its power was extraordinary.

The blood-qi golden threads buried within Zhao Situ's body for years shot out one after another, swift as lightning, piercing through Wang Shanshan and Elder Yuan's bodies in an instant.

The two men from the Jiangzhong Sect sensed that something was terribly wrong and retreated with all their strength. The golden threads on their bodies instantly pulled Zhao Situ's upper half into the air. To Gu Qingfeng and the others, it looked as though the two men were flying a kite.

The blood-qi golden threads were tugged taut, instantly slicing through Wang Shanshan and Elder Yuan's bodies again.

For a moment, Zhao Situ's upper half and the flesh and blood of Wang Shanshan and Elder Yuan flew everywhere. The sight was truly horrifying.

Even the group that loved shouting "What a rush!" forgot to make a sound for a while.

Because this was completely a course toward mutual destruction—no, toward dying together!

Experts of this level dying together—this was simply too, too thrilling!

Only when a cry of "Red Tears Guards' Heavenly Eagle Regiment welcomes the City Warden!" rang out did an ice pillar descend from the sky and freeze the three half-men in place!

Immediately afterward, City Warden Yu Qiling descended from the sky.

With a bang, he struck his palm against the ice pillar, shattering it and finally separating both sides.

Zhao Situ's eyes were full of fury.

Because he knew he was going to die!

Yu Qiling's appearance had clearly stopped him from dying together with those two old bastards.

He lay on the ground, his entire body cold and numb.

At that moment, the heart that had been filled with killing intent and impulse gradually calmed down.

Suddenly, he felt that something about today was strange.

Was this how things were supposed to be?

And just then, he happened to see someone.

Someone who was eating.

It was common for spectators to munch on gossip, melon seeds, or peanuts, but someone holding a bowl of rice and eating was rather rare.

And he recognized that face.

A medicine-testing specimen from the apothecary?

He remembered that face because it was fairly handsome and had left some impression on him.

How could a lowly medicine-testing specimen remain so calm, eating while watching this grand drama of life and death?

Could it be?

His clever mind instantly thought of a certain possibility, and then he fainted dead away...