Fierce Battle

In Qin Yang's eyes, Zhou Weichan's body rapidly swelled, his muscles taking on a strange, pitch-black hue, entwined with black currents of energy, and in an instant, he transformed into a giant over two meters tall.

"Qin Yang!"

"This is my true strength!"

Zhou Weichan roared, appearing before Qin Yang in a flash, his Crescent Spade carving a pitch-black arc as it viciously descended!

"Now this is interesting!"

Qin Yang laughed heartily, his qi and blood erupting violently within him as he gripped the hilt of his blade with both hands and swung it heavily.

Boom!

A shockwave detonated out of thin air.

The Great Chopper seemed to weigh as heavily as a mountain, crashing down toward Zhou Weichan with immense force!

Boom!!!

The moment the Crescent Spade and Great Chopper clashed.

The ground beneath their feet violently exploded.

A figure shot out, smashing through several trees.

"Hahaha, can't even handle this much power?"

"Qin Yang, you're still too weak!"

Zhou Weichan grinned savagely, wielding the Crescent Spade with one hand as he charged forward like a blur.

"You're kidding me. This young master hasn't even started trying yet!!!"

A mad roar suddenly echoed through the woods.

Before Zhou Weichan could react, he felt a biting, frigid aura rushing toward him.

His heart tightened, and he swiftly shifted from offense to defense, his arm muscles straining as he swept the Crescent Spade horizontally to block that icy chill.

Clang!

A terrifying, bone-chilling force slammed into the Crescent Spade, and Zhou Weichan stumbled back several meters before steadying himself.

Only then did he get a clear look at Qin Yang's current state.

Qin Yang held the Great Chopper in one hand, his hair disheveled, his powerful muscles writhing and bulging, his entire body wrapped in a stream of azure-blue energy.

Vaguely, that azure-blue current seemed to take the shape of a massive serpent, raising its head to the sky with a hiss.

An icy, bone-piercing chill radiated from Qin Yang.

Making him seem like a massive block of ice.

"You mean you haven't been using inner qi this whole time?!"

Zhou Weichan's expression shifted slightly.

"Nope. This is my first time using Turtle-Snake Qi."

"Cherish it."

Qin Yang grinned.

He felt his body in a very strange state right now.

The Turtle-Snake Art had two forms.

Turtle Still, Snake Moves.

Until now, Qin Yang had been in the Turtle Still state, using Turtle-Snake Qi to temper his entire body.

But when he switched to the Snake Moves state.

He felt his whole body brimming with a cold yet explosively powerful force.

"Is that so?"

Zhou Weichan sneered coldly, the Crescent Spade in his hand suddenly blazing with black light as he swept it toward Qin Yang at lightning speed, kicking up a furious gale.

Qin Yang's azure-blue energy surged rapidly, and with a low growl, he raised the Great Chopper and brought it down in a heavy slash!

Clang, clang, clang~~~

Two figures—one black, one blue—clashed in a frenzy.

As Qin Yang's Turtle-Snake Qi continuously dispersed, frost began to form on the trees, grass, and flowers of the forest.

"Secret Art: Black Star!"

Zhou Weichan suddenly bellowed, the Crescent Spade in his hand plummeting like a black star, crashing onto Qin Yang's Great Chopper!

With a thunderous boom!

Qin Yang felt his hands shake violently, and the Great Chopper in his grip shattered and exploded!

At the same time.

Qin Yang let out a fierce roar, executing Fleeting Light, Glancing Shadow, closing in on Zhou Weichan in an instant, and driving an Arhat Bell Crash straight into his heart.

Boom!

Zhou Weichan felt a stream of icy, corrosive qi eating into his body as he swung his Crescent Spade at Qin Yang's head!

Boom!!!

Qin Yang didn't dodge. He pushed his Turtle-Snake Qi to the limit, forming an ice-like qi shield.

The sheer force still sent blood streaming from his five orifices.

But he grinned, his palms shooting out like rolling thunder in a relentless barrage!!!

Rumble~~~

The crash of thunder echoed without pause.

Zhou Weichan howled madly, his body taking blow after blow, coughing up blood in great gouts as his Crescent Spade kept slamming into Qin Yang!

The sharp blade carved through the Primordial Qi Shield, slicing ghastly wounds into Qin Yang's flesh, blood spurting like a fountain.

The two traded lethal strikes, each betting on who would die first!

Qin Yang's eyes were cold and focused.

He had long entered Zen Meditation, casting aside all thought of life and death!

Only one thought remained: beat Zhou Weichan to death!!!

Boom!!!

Zhou Weichan's ribs caved in, one after another, as he was pummeled into vomiting blood and wailing in agony.

With the final thunderous blow!

Zhou Weichan let out a miserable shriek, his arms going limp, the Crescent Spade clattering heavily to the ground.

His chest was punched clean through by a bloody hand.

Pfft!

Qin Yang yanked his hand back.

Zhou Weichan's whole body crumpled to the ground.

"You... me... at the other shore... waiting... for you..."

Zhou Weichan gasped out these broken words, then closed his eyes for good.

Qin Yang was bleeding from every pore, breathing hard.

"Young master!"

Qian Hai rushed out from a nearby grove.

He'd been lurking in the shadows all along.

"Get me medicine. Stop the bleeding."

Qin Yang's head was spinning.

Qian Hai quickly pulled out the medicinal powder he carried and applied it to Qin Yang's wounds.

Just then.

Li Baling and Xiao Huan, hearing no more noise from the woods, climbed down from the carriage.

When they saw Qin Yang's state—

Xiao Huan's face went pale with fright as she hurried over to help Qian Hai.

Li Baling stood frozen, not knowing what to do.

After a while.

Qin Yang's wounds were finally bandaged.

Pale-faced, he stared at Zhou Weichan's corpse and said quietly, "Find some firewood. Burn the body. Then we leave fast."

He knew the Other Shore Cult had some kind of dark arts.

Burning it to ash was safer.

Li Baling finally found something to do, scrambling to gather dead branches and wood.

As a great fire roared to life, Zhou Weichan's body quickly turned to ash in the flames.

Qin Yang and the others climbed back into the carriage and set off again.

"Qin Yang... who was that?"

Li Baling couldn't help asking.

"Other Shore Cult."

"I killed a lot of their people. They tracked me down."

Qin Yang could still manage a smile.

"Other Shore Cult? Never heard of it." Li Baling blinked in confusion.

"Some things are beyond your reach." Qin Yang gave a faint smile.

Li Baling asked no further questions. He simply sat in the carriage and began to stare blankly into space.

Qin Yang needed rest now. Once he confirmed they were far from Linjiang City, he leaned against the carriage and fell straight asleep.

The night was pitch black.

An old man in white robes slowly stepped into the Dense Forest.

Soon, a patch of Scorched Ground appeared before his eyes.

"Zhou Weichan actually died..."

"Who would have thought a minor family from the Outer City harbored such a figure."

"A pity he got away."

The White-robed Elder's gaze turned icy cold.

The situation in Linjiang City had reached its most critical juncture—he simply couldn't break away.

For now, he had no way to avenge this grudge.

"What a waste. Even the corpse was burned to ashes. Otherwise, I could have refined it into a Corpse Fiend."

The White-robed Elder shook his head and flicked his sleeve.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~

A strange wind stirred, scattering the ash and dust across the ground.

Having done all that, the White-robed Elder's figure slowly faded like a ghost.