Ambush

As winter approached, the temperature turned colder, freezing the Twin Snake Gang members until their bodies stiffened and they trembled faintly.

She Qing hid beside an old tree, keeping watch on the movement ahead without even blinking.

Tonight, he had practically mobilized everyone, bringing over twenty people. If Qin Yang failed to appear, it would deal a tremendous blow to his authority.

Another shichen passed.

Other than the occasional sounds of wild beasts, there was no further movement.

She Qing's patience was gradually wearing thin.

"Could Qin Yang have changed his route at the last minute?"

"Or has that bastard Sun Erhu tricked me?"

She Qing grew increasingly agitated.

Another half a shichen passed.

The temperature became even more bitterly cold.

She Qing was a Blood Moving Martial Artist, so circulating his blood and qi caused him no trouble.

But his subordinates could not do the same.

Even Zhao Mengzhuang, huge as an ox and sturdy as a horse, had been frozen until his lips turned pale.

"Gang Leader, how about we call it off tonight?"

"Let's go back first and see what's going on."

Risking She Qing's wrath, Jiang Mei spoke softly.

She Qing gritted his teeth. "Wait another half a shichen!"

"If he still doesn't come after half a shichen, we'll head back."

Hearing this, everyone could only grit their teeth and keep enduring.

Before long.

She Qing saw a faint whiteness spreading across the horizon.

An entire night had actually passed.

"Damn it!"

"Go back!"

She Qing did not struggle uselessly any longer.

The Twin Snake Gang members had been frozen stiff all night. Upon hearing She Qing's words, they leaped out from their ambush positions one after another.

The group left the dense forest just like that.

They were not vigilant in the slightest, thinking only of hurrying back to warm themselves up.

The instant they stepped out of the dense forest.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~~

A dense, piercing shriek of wind.

Seven or eight streaks of black light tore through the frigid air and shot toward them.

"Watch out!"

The moment She Qing heard that sound, his scalp went numb, and he let out a wild roar.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

The next second, five or six people were struck by arrows and fell screaming.

For a moment, the Twin Snake Gang members panicked and hurriedly drew their weapons.

Creak~

She Qing heard the sound of taut bowstrings again.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~~

Another seven or eight streaks of light flew over, ruthlessly piercing the bodies of Twin Snake Gang disciples and taking lives one after another.

Zhao Mengzhuang was too large, making him the most obvious target.

Moreover, after freezing through the night, his reaction was half a beat too slow. An arrow actually pierced straight through his heart, and he crashed to the ground!

"Damn it!"

She Qing's eyes nearly split apart. The fury in his chest twisted his face.

He had never expected to be attacked near the entrance to the dense forest.

His gaze swept continuously through the dense forest until he finally locked onto a figure.

Whoosh~

His body moved like a snake. Stepping through bizarre footwork, he dodged the incoming arrows and thrust his sword at that figure.

That figure gave a ferocious grin and viciously hurled the black crossbow in his hand!

She Qing frowned slightly and flicked his longsword upward, slicing the black crossbow apart.

Just as he was about to strike with his sword again.

"Kill!"

That figure shouted, his body charging like a boulder as he smashed a fist fiercely against She Qing's longsword!

Clang!

It was like a heavy hammer striking.

A fierce, powerful force jolted the longsword violently, making She Qing feel as if his wrist were about to break.

Blood Moving Martial Artist!

Only a Blood Moving Martial Artist could unleash such astonishing strength.

Alarmed, he was about to swing his sword in counterattack when he heard the dull, explosive wind of a fist.

Left with no choice, She Qing thrust out his left palm fiercely.

Besides swordsmanship, he had also cultivated the Crimson Jade Palm Technique.

His left hand swiftly reddened, becoming as hard as jade.

Boom!

Fist and palm collided.

She Qing felt as though his left palm were about to split apart.

The opponent's fist force was simply too domineering, heavy as a thousand jun.

Yet She Qing used this opportunity to retreat sharply, opening a distance of five or six meters.

"You are Qin Yang?"

She Qing steadied himself and gave a muffled grunt, blood already spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The man before him was powerfully built, with proper features and fair skin. A smile hung on his face. If he was not Qin Yang, then who else could he be?

Qin Yang grinned, stomped both feet, and charged at She Qing at high speed.

He would not give his opponent the slightest chance to catch his breath.

She Qing rapidly circulated his blood and qi, swinging his sword with his right hand.

He knew full well how fearsome Qin Yang's heavy fists were and did not dare meet them head-on. His longsword traced a bizarre arc as it stabbed toward Qin Yang's throat.

But Qin Yang twisted aside and dodged the sword. At the same time, he raised his right elbow, his body bursting forward as he slammed fiercely into She Qing.

Arhat Bell Crash!

Bang!

She Qing's shoulder was struck viciously. He felt as if his shoulder blade had been shattered by that elbow.

Pfft!

Yet he was ruthless as well. At the same time, his longsword carved a wound across Qin Yang's lower abdomen.

Pain shot through Qin Yang, and he roared wildly, raining heavy punches down on She Qing.

At such close quarters, he could not let She Qing open the distance. He could only keep up the close-quarters brawl!

The two sides clashed madly, the fight exceedingly perilous.

Elsewhere.

Uncle Qian led a group of Guards out, charging forward with Steel Sabers in hand.

He charged fiercely at Jiang Mei. His saber whipped through the air with the force of a tiger, without the slightest hint of old age.

The other Guards and Twin Snake Gang members were also slaughtering each other madly.

For a moment, the scene was chaotic and bloody!

Boom!

Another charging punch.

She Qing screamed as the blow sent him staggering back more than ten steps.

Qin Yang had beaten him until his nose was bruised and his face swollen, with bones fractured and split throughout his body.

Qin Yang was no better off. Sword wounds covered his entire body, his flesh torn open and blood dripping everywhere.

"Qin Yang, I underestimated you."

"If I had known you possessed this strength, I would never have provoked you."

She Qing panted heavily.

"Unfortunately, there are no ifs."

"Anyone who provokes me has to die!"

Qin Yang grinned savagely.

"You aren't worthy!" She Qing's gaze turned icy.

He began stepping through bizarre footwork, like a poison snake slithering along, impossible to predict.

He did not draw his sword.

This move was called Spirit Snake Emerges from Cave.

The instant he drew his sword would be the moment he took a life.

Qin Yang frowned slightly. Rather than retreating, he stood motionless where he was.

When an ordinary martial artist encountered such a bizarre move, they would instinctively retreat to observe.

That would increase the pressure in their heart, allowing She Qing to find the moment to strike with his sword.

This itself was a contest of wits.

Qin Yang's refusal to retreat greatly surprised She Qing.

But he could not retreat now either.

If he retreated, Qin Yang would surely rush in close and launch a violent attack.

Like a poison snake prowling across a wilderness plain, he constantly shifted positions, searching for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

Finally.

He drew his sword!

A tragic, bloody Killing Intent abruptly erupted from She Qing's body.

Like a spirit snake darting from its hole.

The longsword flashed with a vicious, treacherous gleam, stabbing at Qin Yang's temple from the side.

This strike contained all of She Qing's strength.

His blood and qi, his attainments in swordsmanship—all of it had condensed into this single strike.

As the bizarre sword light came hurtling over, Qin Yang remained without sorrow or joy.

Or rather.

He had entered a state of deep concentration.

Zen Meditation.

This Divine Ability derived from the Arhat Fist could also be used in battle.

In this state, his spiritual power was exceptionally intense, allowing him to catch that streak of sword light.

Then.

He punched.

With a low roar, his right fist carried the essence of fierce strength and radiant light, like a thread of golden light falling as dawn broke through the night, and blasted forth.

Arhat Demon Subduing!

Bang!

Under She Qing's terrified, despairing gaze, that sinister sword light brushed past Qin Yang's face.

At the same time.

A fierce, monstrous force exploded violently against his chest.

As if a hundred-thousand-ton giant hammer had bombarded him!

Boom!!!