Fierce Battle Beneath the Waterfall, the Might of the Innate Realm

Chen Mu did not dare show himself. He held Liu Qingluo down and kept her hidden as they watched the battle in secret.

Among the Rakshasa Gate disciples, the black-robed elder controlling the dark golden-scaled Corpse King spoke.

"Liu Qingcang, have you truly made up your mind to fight my Rakshasa Gate to the death?"

"Have you forgotten about those disciples you left in the village? Do you really think your second disciple can stop the elders of my sect?"

His voice was hoarse, yet it carried immense inner force, overwhelming even the roar of the waterfall.

"Hmph..."

Liu Qingcang did not answer again. He merely walked forward, one step at a time.

With each step, the Blood Essence around him steamed out through his pores, spreading three feet beyond his body in a misty haze.

The crimson mist churned and gathered behind him, gradually condensing into a dragon-shaped shadow of blood, fangs bared and claws brandished.

Chen Mu's heart pounded violently at the sight of this phenomenon.

What kind of technique was this?

Meridian Opening martial artists could gather Qi into Astral Force, but Astral Force was no more than a thin layer clinging to the body. It was nowhere near as imposing as this.

Liu Qingluo beside him had stopped struggling.

Staring at that blood shadow, she murmured tremulously:

"True blood taking form... Father's old wounds have yet to heal. How can he use the cultivation of the Innate Realm..."

She seemed to know something.

Chen Mu caught a hint of the truth, and inwardly shuddered.

Liu Qingcang had old injuries?

No wonder...

The outside world had always said he had stopped at Great Completion of Meridian Opening. Who would have thought he was actually a hidden Innate Realm expert!

At Great Completion of Meridian Opening, one could sense the innate primordial qi. At this stage, one could only be called half a step into the Innate Realm.

Only by using innate primordial qi to temper martial true blood within the body could one step into the Blood Exchange realm!

And only after completing the first round of true blood tempering among the nine transformations of Blood Exchange could one forge an Innate body!

Chen Mu had once heard storytellers speak of Innate Realm experts who had undergone more than three Blood Exchange transformations, their bodies brimming with true blood.

With a thought, they could unleash their Blood Essence three feet beyond their bodies and shape it to attack their enemies.

It could manifest as the force of a fist or become Sword Qi released from the body. The moment they struck, killing intent would lock onto everything within a hundred meters.

The tales of flying swords taking lives from a hundred paces away, killing without form, were precisely the methods of experts at this realm!

The instant Liu Qingcang summoned this true-blood dragon shadow, even the air within a hundred paces grew heavy. Chen Mu could barely breathe.

The black-robed men across the pool also changed expression drastically. Their leader shouted furiously:

"You have old injuries, yet you still dare forcefully invoke true blood manifestation!"

"Liu Qingcang, do you truly not care for your life?! Let us leave today, and we can still speak civilly when we meet again in the future."

In that brief moment, Liu Qingcang's muscles and bones forcibly grew three inches taller, the muscles beneath his martial robes bulging.

The blood dragon coiled behind him, its might truly magnificent and overwhelming.

"I originally had no wish to fight you to the death either."

"Unfortunately, you should never have killed my seventh son! Now there is nothing left to discuss. Die!"

As the final word fell, the ground beneath his feet boomed and collapsed into a deep crater.

Chen Mu only saw Liu Qingcang lean forward. The next instant, he vanished entirely.

When he reappeared, he had already smashed into the middle of the black-robed men's formation and thrown a punch!

The coiling blood dragon descended with his fist.

The ground burst open into a deep pit. Mud and stones flew everywhere, while water mist surged backward.

Two black-robed men did not even have time to scream before they were smashed apart on the spot, severed limbs and chunks of flesh shooting a hundred paces away.

"Bastard! Spread out!"

The leading black-robed man shrieked sharply as he shot backward, repeatedly waving the black banner in his hand.

Several Corpse Kings pounced at once.

Liu Qingcang neither dodged nor evaded. The dragon-shaped blood shadow spun around his body.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The three Purple-Scaled Corpse Kings that lunged at him seemed to crash into a bronze wall. They were sent flying at the same time, smashing into a pile of rocks with a thunderous crash and kicking up clouds of dust.

"Since you have forced me to reveal my methods, none of you will leave alive!"

Liu Qingcang roared, his body winding forward like a swimming dragon as he threw a savage punch through the air!

One Corpse King had yet to rise when its purple scales exploded apart, its head forcibly smashed into its chest cavity.

Chen Mu's blood boiled at the sight. What terrifying strength was this?

If he could learn this style of fist technique, how tyrannical would he become?!

No one noticed Chen Mu's fleeting fantasy. The battle had already escalated completely, thunderous crashes ringing without end.

Having gained the upper hand with one strike, killing intent surged in Liu Qingcang's eyes.

The blood dragon coiled around him as he punched again and again, killing two more Corpse Kings and blasting them into a shower of flesh!

"This old bastard has gone mad! Retreat! Let the silver corpses cover our escape!"

The Rakshasa Gate disciples were all terrified out of their wits. Every one of them waved black banners as they retreated swiftly.

"You still want to leave?"

Liu Qingcang stepped into the air, swinging his arm like a drawn bow as he launched a sweeping punch through the sky!

The blood dragon instantly raised its head and screeched toward the heavens, then spiraled down like a shooting star. It flew thirty feet, vast Blood Essence sweeping outward like a flood and scouring all directions.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

More than a dozen Rakshasa Gate disciples were swept up by the blood dragon, their bodies exploding on the spot as they died miserably.

The earth was blasted into a crater three meters deep by that strike, and even the waterfall by the cliff seemed to stop flowing for an instant.

The two Silver-Scaled Corpse Kings had originally intended to counterattack.

But the instant they leaped into the air, that fierce and domineering blow smashed them into the crater with a crash, leaving them howling endlessly.

The surviving Rakshasa Gate disciples were sent sprawling in all directions, so frightened that their souls nearly fled their bodies.

"Gate Master! Have the golden corpse stop him!"

Everyone cried out, yet the elder standing before the golden corpse did not move.

Liu Qingcang's gaze sharpened. He snorted coldly and shot down like lightning, his fists striking in opposite directions.

Several more Rakshasa Gate disciples were beaten to death by him. In the blink of an eye, corpses lay everywhere.

The two silver corpses, stimulated by the Blood Essence, roared as they tried to rise. Liu Qingcang let out a thunderous roar, leaped up, and slammed down his massive palms.

Boom! Boom!

He seized the two Silver-Scaled Corpse Kings by their heads, slammed them together, and forcibly smashed their skulls apart! They were pinned dead on the spot!

"You went to great lengths to lure me here. What other methods do you have? Use them all..."

Casually tossing aside the two silver corpses, Liu Qingcang stood with the blood dragon coiling around him and advanced toward the Rakshasa Gate Master guarded by the golden corpse.

The surrounding black-robed men had long since scattered. Only the Rakshasa Gate Master remained standing with his banner in hand.

Chen Mu could see clearly that an invisible barrier seemed to surround this old ghost.

Liu Qingcang's attack just now had been so mighty that the flying stones shot out like a rain of bullets, even reaching the forest where Chen Mu was hiding and nearly slicing his face.

Yet that old ghost stood by the pool without moving in the slightest. Every stone fragment and burst of force vanished invisibly three feet before reaching him.

"This man is the Rakshasa Gate Master? What is his background?" Chen Mu asked Liu Qingluo quietly.

Liu Qingluo clutched the short sword in her arms tightly, pursed her lips, and shook her head. Her eyes shimmered with tears as she watched Liu Qingcang, looking deeply worried.

Chen Mu understood at once.

Liu Qingcang probably could not hold on much longer. Fighting with such all-out force would inevitably aggravate his old wounds.

If his momentum faltered, whether they lived or died tonight would still be uncertain.

The Rakshasa Gate Master in the field seemed to be waiting for just such an opportunity. He said sinisterly:

"Liu Qingcang, do you truly think the cultivation of the Innate Realm allows you to run wild without restraint?"

"Have you forgotten how you fell from your realm back then?"

Liu Qingcang did not pause in the slightest. He sneered. "Your Rakshasa Gate is nothing but crooked and heretical scum. Are you worthy of discussing realms with me?"

"Die!"

He shot forward again, the muscles on his massive arm knotted like coiling dragons. Wrapped in the blood dragon shadow, his palm descended from the sky, determined to crush this old ghost dead in a single blow.

But the Rakshasa Gate Master seemed to have anticipated this. He suddenly kicked off the ground and rose into the air, drifting backward like a wisp of ghostly soul as he shook the black banner in his hand.

"Golden corpse! Stop him!"

The three-meter-tall Golden-Scaled Corpse King stood before Liu Qingcang's fist like a small mountain.

"Overestimating yourself!"

Liu Qingcang's fist, wrapped in the blood dragon, crashed forward and met the enormous fist descending from the golden corpse head-on.

Bang!!

The collision of the two fists erupted in a blazing white burst of air, sending waves three meters high surging across the entire pool.

Chen Mu only felt a wild wind carrying water mist sweep across the mountain rocks. When it struck his body, it felt like fine needles pricking his face.

Liu Qingluo staggered in the gale. Chen Mu reached out and pressed down on her shoulder, and the two of them huddled behind the mountain rock.

When the smoke and dust dispersed, Chen Mu focused his eyes, and his pupils abruptly contracted.

The golden corpse was not dead!

It had actually blocked Liu Qingcang's attack head-on!