Yama Musters Soldiers, Flesh and Blood Slay the Demon

Although the building is unfinished, each floor is still quite spacious.

Especially the first floor, which has three sides enclosed by walls.

Therefore, even during the day, more than 70% of the floor is in darkness if the lights are not turned on.

The black horse galloped wildly in the darkness, running between the load-bearing pillars.

With his back to the horse's head, Zhao Qinglang stood on the horse, his yellow clothes and white hair becoming inconspicuous in the darkness.

The purple light emanating from his eyes not only failed to provide illumination but also dazzled and mesmerized people.

The purple light seemed to have multiple facets, like a real, meticulously cut diamond or a priceless amethyst.

The azure energy around Chu Tianshu had completely gathered, leaving only a thin layer on his body. Each time his feet touched the ground, he would leap dozens of meters forward.

Each time he started moving, his speed slightly exceeded the sound level, and a ring of white mist was created by the impact.

When it stops, its speed is lower than the sound level; when it starts moving again, another aura bursts forth.

Although the dark horse was fast, it was only faster than Chu Tianshu, who moved through the air like a tornado.

But none of them could be faster than Chu Tianshu.

With a few quick steps, Chu Tianshu had already caught up to Ma Tail, his hand on his knife.

Chu Tianshu's previous palm strike outside was a surprise attack. He used the method of returning Myriad Qi Returning to Origin to gain an advantage in the total amount of essence, which is why he used a palm technique.

Now that this tactic has been anticipated, he should naturally resort to the knife.

Zhao Qinglang stood silently on the horse's back, then suddenly snapped his fingers.

As soon as the silvery-white arc of light was drawn, a glint of purple light struck the blade's edge.

This purple light was about the size of a broad bean, and its shape was relatively flat, just like a broad bean.

But even this tiny ray of purple light hitting the blade caused Chu Tianshu's entire body to pause momentarily.

The chilling howls of ghosts directly assaulted his soul.

The purple light, the size of a broad bean, slightly deformed, opened its mouth wide, and actually turned into a skull the size of a thumb, which bit the blade tightly.

A brilliant purple light shone in Zhao Qinglang's eyes, like two balls of purple fire, making it even more mesmerizing.

In the blink of an eye, he snapped his fingers thirty-two times.

The last two times, both middle fingers flicked together.

Chu Tianshu was temporarily blocked in place, but all the purple light had been blocked by the blade.

Including the first time, there were a total of thirty-three small skulls biting onto his blade, almost completely covering it.

The extremely cold and malevolent aura emanating from the blade caused it to tremble, and even the tiger's mouth where Chu Tianshu gripped the blade showed signs of freezing.

An extremely thin layer of purple frost covered the original texture of the tiger's mouth, like a purple frost flower.

The Soul-Locking Art is indeed a real thing.

But what is actually used to store the soul is not amethyst, but the cultivator's own physical body.

Unbeknownst to them, a wisp of soul was drawn and nurtured within their own bodies. The more it was nurtured, the stronger it became, and the more familiar it was with themselves. Only then could they control the Precursor Creature with ease.

When a martial artist cultivates to the Taboo realm, even if they have never learned psychic magic before, their brain will be further developed, and their martial arts will begin to involve more and more spiritual mysteries.

Since Zhao Qinglang was able to create the Soul-Locking Art, he was also a master of soul-capturing cultivation.

Within him, there were not only the special souls of the four Precursor Creature, but also various vengeful and malevolent spirits that he had summoned during his years of cultivation and battles.

He fused these souls together, transforming them into a fierce and malevolent Evil Spirit that resided within his own heart.

While the presence of Evil Spirit can increase combat power, it also brings a subtle sense of decay, damaging the physical body.

He takes this as a kind of foundation.

Gene-derived drugs obtained through human trials are not something that other high-ranking officials dare to use without authorization.

But he dares to drink it often as long as he's 60% sure he can.

It involves using the power of the potion to counteract and melt the power of the Evil Spirit.

In this way, even if the potion had hidden dangers, they were completely eliminated, and the Evil Spirit were made more docile.

However, when he acts as Demon Hunting Corps, especially when entering megacities like Jinling.

To avoid being detected by other experts beforehand, he would seal and hide his Evil Spirit.

After arriving at the Beast Arena today, Chu Tianshu acted too quickly, and then unexpected events occurred one after another, resulting in a constant standoff.

It wasn't until the one-eyed old man swung his axe in assistance that Zhao Qinglang found the best opportunity to unseal the Evil Spirit.

The power of Evil Spirit connects with the essence of martial arts above and the True Qi of the dantian below.

The purple light spots that Zhao Qinglang emitted in this state all had the strange effect of transforming into small skulls and severing his will and locking his energy.

This is the most profound and unique skill he has ever mastered: the "Yama Musters Soldiers Finger Technique"!

Chu Tianshu realized that the sword energy Saber Intent could not flow through the blade, and the Sanqi Weapon Soul felt imprisoned. He instantly covered the blade with his left hand, about to wipe away the skull.

The two balls of purple flame flickered in mid-air.

White-haired and dressed in yellow, he suddenly appeared from the darkness.

Zhao Qinglang dismounted from his horse and thrust a finger toward Chu Tianshu's nose.

This finger pierced the upper part of the nose, and although it was only one finger, it created the feeling that either the left or right eye could be blinded.

Chu Tianshu separated his hands, raised his left hand, and used his thumb to strike Zhao Qinglang's wrist acupoint, while his long knife cut downwards.

It turned out that Zhao Qinglang used both hands simultaneously, one finger stabbing towards the bridge of Chu Tianshu's nose while the other finger quietly flicked towards Chu Tianshu's dantian.

Chu Tianshu slashed down with his longsword, blocking the wisp of finger force.

When!!

With a deafening roar, four hands and a knife appeared in rapid succession.

Chu Tianshu's knife didn't have a chance to be used for thrusting, but it was used for horizontal and diagonal parries, dragging slashes, cutting, and various grips, both upright and reverse, with surprising variations.

Suddenly, with a reverse grip on the blade, the force of the blade slashed down, reaching Zhao Qinglang's neck.

But Zhao Qinglang blocked the blade with only the backs of the four fingers of his left hand, because the base of his fingers was pressed against the four skulls.

His right hand clashed with Chu Tianshu's left palm.

The purple qi and blue light resembled two quietly burning flames, distinctly separate yet magnificent and breathtaking.

It was as if each flash of the two lights could shatter gold and stone, and cut the human body into pieces.

Chu Tianshu smiled amidst the twin rays of light.

"I thought you'd just run away, but you actually came back to fight?"

"If we can't kill you, our grand scheme will be exposed today, and our subordinates in various regions will also struggle to succeed. What's the point of escaping then?!"

Zhao Qinglang's voice was completely different from the forthright and bold one he had spoken to at first. Or rather, his voice still had that innate roughness, but it was layered with a hoarse and sharp tone.

The two voices overlapped beautifully, with a melodious rhythm and an indescribable charm.

The surroundings were already dark, and such a sound seemed like the chanting of ghosts from hell.

The purple flames in his eyes had burned out of their sockets, even obscuring his eyebrows. His expression was solemn, as if he were making a vow.

"When Yama, the King of Hell, commands his troops, he will surely take your soul. It's either you die, or we'll both perish together!"

Who are you trying to scare with that?!

Chu Tianshu's young, clear voice instantly drowned out the strange noise, echoing violently throughout the empty floor.

"Lin Bing Dou Zhe..."

The high-pitched sound waves vibrated, and with just the expansion of the sound waves, cross-shaped cracks appeared simultaneously on the concrete of the ceiling and the floor.

"All troops, advance in formation!"

The cracks above and below simultaneously emitted a blue light.

Zhao Qinglang moved like a ghost, instantly disappearing from the range of the blue light.

Two beams of cyan light, like two large bowls placed face down, concentrated their power and enveloped Chu Tianshu.

Purple frost marks, purple skulls—all exploded and destroyed.

Zhao Qinglang had already dodged behind a load-bearing pillar when he suddenly slammed his palm against it.

The palm print he left behind was peculiar.

There was no indentation in the palm area, only the imprints of five fingers, deeply recessed into the pillar.

The entire pillar, from the ceiling to the floor, snapped off with a loud crash.

Even the internal steel bars were instantly shattered by the shock, leaving clean cuts.

That pillar, scraping against the ceiling and floor at high speed, crashed into Chu Tianshu.

Chu Tianshu split into two figures, using the swaying and dodging footwork from Taiji Fist.

He used it now as if he had a clone, darting out in two directions simultaneously.

But the phantom on the left vanished abruptly, and then a pillar on the right crashed into them.

Chu Tianshu immediately swept his sword horizontally. "Sever!!"

The precious sword is so sharp that it can cut through iron like mud. It can cut through flesh and blood without causing the flesh to feel pain or split open for a while.

But when Chu Tianshu swept his blade out, the blade carried a powerful pulling force.

Once the pillar was hit, it broke in half, and the two broken pillars shot out in that direction like battering rams.

This seemingly casual strike actually used all of his strength.

Breaking the pillars isn't difficult; the challenge lies in launching two broken pillars at that speed using only the friction of the blade.

After sweeping the blade, Chu Tianshu's fingers tightened and loosened involuntarily to ease the tension, but he instantly moved forward.

From that direction, there was another pillar standing upright, towering into the sky, which crashed into the two broken pillars and was hit by them.

With a deafening roar, the pillar broke into three sections, making a total of five sections, which were about to crash down.

Zhao Qinglang unleashed five strikes in quick succession, each palm leaving only afterimages. None of them were direct confrontations with the pillar's gravity; all the impacts came from the side of the broken section.

With maximum force and maximum speed.

The sheer force of the impact made moving the five pillar sections in his hands seem as fast as if they were toys.

It was precisely because of this speed that, just as Chu Tianshu arrived, all five pillars were positioned perfectly in front of him.

These load-bearing columns are originally square prisms, and when the five columns are put together, they form a wall.

Moreover, you absolutely won't find a thicker or harder wall in the entire building complex.

The moment their conversation ended, both of them simultaneously pushed their skills to the limit.

Not all, but the limit!!

It involves using extreme methods, such as clashing the power within certain meridians, to achieve an even higher level of power.

In this state, their expressions were all very indifferent.

But the two of them were so imposing that they practically filled the entire floor.

It resembled a blue roc, but had four legs, sharp claws, and a long, feathered tail—a monster.

It resembled a purple celestial horse, yet possessed menacing fangs and was wreathed in ghostly flames—a ferocious beast.

That was the essence of their martial arts techniques, but it was not only the essence of their techniques, it also reflected their own unique characteristics.

The combined presence of the two men manifested as a massive illusion, almost separated by this makeshift wall.

They collided with their owners before they even existed!

At that moment, Chu Tianshu's blade slashed at the wall.

A flash of silvery-blue light, and three of the five pillars broke off, snapping open to the opposite side.

Chu Tianshu's hand, which was holding the knife, had already swung back to where the pillar had originally been.

He knew that the moment he cleaved through the obstacle, his opponent would definitely try to attack his vitals.

His left hand gripped the scabbard, his stance perfectly poised to intercept the opponent's attack at any moment.

However, instead of attacking any other part of his body, the opponent poked his right middle finger with a single finger.

His right hand, the one gripping the knife, was the fastest-moving part of his body at that moment.

It is also the part where the energy is most intense, making it difficult for others to sense clearly.

Zhao Qinglang, separated by a wall, could neither see clearly nor sense anything clearly, yet he still chose this target.

And, it actually hit the target with just one finger!

Chu Tianshu's hand, which was wielding the knife, paused, and he clearly heard the sound of a finger breaking.

Even the purple flames in Zhao Qinglang's eyes flowed entirely to his fingertips, gathering the essence of the Divine Finger Technique and inflicting it into Chu Tianshu's body.

A broken piece of bone from the base of Chu Tianshu's middle finger slammed inward, impacting the metacarpal bones, which in turn impacted the wrist bones, which in turn impacted the forearm bones...

Clang clang clang clang!!

In an instant, a series of thuds reached his shoulder, spreading to his collarbone and ribs.

If either of these two bones breaks, it can sever the airway and penetrate the heart and lungs.

However, when Zhao Qinglang saw that Chu Tianshu's clothes at the collar and ribs had burst open at the same time, his expression changed.

His finger strike should be the ultimate concentration, a complete and thorough transmission, leaving the opponent no time to divert the force.

If it forks, then it's bad.

Boom!!

Only then did Zhao Qinglang seem to hear an extremely shocking thunderous roar from within Chu Tianshu's body.

The thunder seemed to contain countless details: the sprouting of bamboo joints, the growth of mushrooms, the elongation of grass blades...

All of this was concentrated into a single, explosive sound.

It's muscle!

Although Chu Tianshu's sword strike was anticipated and failed to block the opponent's finger force, his power was still evident when his bones slammed inward.

His internal organs and brain exerted force, but his skin remained taut, and his flesh and blood swelled up, unable to move outwards, only inwards, squeezing his bones with his muscles.

The force that had been directed in that direction was diminished and worn down by the internally generated thunder, and ultimately something went wrong.

Once the force is diverted, it is no longer fatal.

Chu Tianshu spun to the right and flicked out his left hand.

Zhao Qinglang suddenly felt his body go empty, and a large hole appeared in his chest.

In the distance, the black horse galloped to the end of the building, smashed through the wall, and rushed out.

The vitality squeezed out by cruel methods was finally exhausted.

The black horse neighed and collapsed amidst the dust and gravel.

A sword sheath flew out from the hole the black horse had just created, crossed the open space, and stuck into the exterior wall of another building.

Thump!!

The scabbard was inserted more than half a foot into the concrete.

On the wooden sheath, besides the gradually dissipating blue internal energy, there were also some purplish-red traces.

It looks like it's been stained with blood, then dried by high temperatures, and the blood has seeped into the wood.

The battlefield inside the building was now bathed in fresh sunlight.

After spinning around three or four times, Chu Tianshu staggered a couple of steps and used his knife to brace himself.

Blood from the middle finger of his right hand gradually flowed onto the blade.

Zhao Qinglang's eyes were wide open, and he had stopped breathing through his mouth and nose, but he still managed to take a slow step forward with his outstretched hand.

His fingers trembled, as if he were about to press the target again.

Chu Tianshu had already raised his face; his pale complexion couldn't hide the bright, dark eyes within.

"Don't rush to report to the King of Hell."

With a swift movement of his left hand, Chu Tianshu extracted wisps of breath from the opponent's seven orifices, forming four small smoke balls.

That is the soul of the Precursor Creature.

"Alright."

He said coldly, "Now you can set off alone."

Zhao Qinglang's face twitched, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed.

(End of this chapter)