CHAPTER 583: CHAPTER 583: A BEATING WITH A BRICK

Mo Buwen’s palm was astonishingly powerful, as fear often pushes people to exceed their normal capabilities. This palm strike surpassed anything he had done before. Where the handprint passed, the ground was torn with terrifying cracks, sending sand and stones flying.

Qin Yi’s gaze was ice-cold, surrounded by a surge of purple light. He raised his fist, and the sound was like thunder on a dry day, roaring out.

Boom!

The fist mark and the handprint collided midway, and Mo Buwen’s handprint was shattered directly. A horrifying shockwave erupted, spreading madly in all directions, whipping up a sandstorm that darkened the sky.

Mo Buwen’s face turned instantly panicked because Qin Yi’s fist mark didn’t dissipate after breaking his attack; instead, it continued to burst toward him like lightning.

Mo Buwen bellowed, his cultivation operating at its peak. He performed a sword technique, and tremendous, overwhelming power extended infinitely from his palm, condensing into a giant sword several tens of meters long.

"Slash."

Mo Buwen roared, lifting his hand to strike down from the sky, the terrifying force of the giant sword slashing onto Qin Yi’s fist mark.

Boom!

The earth trembled, and the explosive storm shattered the ground into a pit more than several tens of meters wide, sand filling the sky, obscuring the sun.

Swish!

As the storm raged, a black light pierced through the storm’s center, smashing into Mo Buwen’s chest, who could not react in time.

Bang!

Mo Buwen let out a painful scream, his entire body tumbling through the air, flying back a hundred meters before crashing heavily on the ground, a smear of blood on the corner of his mouth.

His eyes showed a hint of terror as he tore open his clothes to reveal a golden soft armor beneath. Made from golden silk, it was impervious to fire and water, resistant to blades and spears. However, Qin Yi’s strange black brick was so overpowering that even the golden silk soft armor couldn’t withstand it, breaking several of his ribs.

A figure flashed, and Qin Yi emerged from the yet-to-dissipate sandstorm. When he saw Mo Buwen, he was slightly surprised, but upon seeing the golden hue on his chest, he immediately understood it was a protective treasure.

Qin Yi raised his hand to retrieve the brick, then his figure flashed, transforming into a stream of light to attack Mo Buwen.

Mo Buwen’s face changed drastically; he slapped the ground with one hand, and the force propelled him into the air like a javelin. Qin Yi’s speed was too fast, and unable to stop, he launched himself into the air without hitting anything.

"Everyone, if we don’t join forces, we’ll all die here," Mo Buwen shouted from mid-air.

Nan ZaiXu’s eyes were gloomy, "Dying here is impossible. He doesn’t dare to kill us. However, if we don’t join forces, being defeated one by one is inevitable. Do you all want to be defeated by this person?"

"Let’s all attack together."

Sha Wuqiu’s voice had just fallen when suddenly his eyes shot a look of terror behind Mo Buwen.

Standing in mid-air, Mo Buwen felt it too, a chill ran through his body. He reacted swiftly, lunging forward, but...it was already too late.

Bang!

A black brick landed unceremoniously on the back of his head, blood spraying.

Although Mo Buwen was a strong practitioner in the Nascent Soul Realm, he couldn’t withstand this terrifying blow to the vulnerable back of his head. He let out a wretched scream, feeling as though his skull was splitting, vision going black, and he fell headlong from mid-air.

In fact, his head was indeed split open, the back of his head a bloody mess, bones shattered.

Mo Buwen never figured out when Qin Yi, who was clearly below, appeared behind him.

But Qin Yi had used a clone illusion when charging; he had long predicted Mo Buwen’s trajectory. Anticipating the opponent’s reaction is terrifyingly effective in battle, as it allows one to set up a killing blow in advance.

Bang!

Like a projectile, Mo Buwen plummeted from mid-air, creating a large pit upon impact.

But Mo Buwen was no ordinary person. His cultivation and wisdom were immense. So, upon hitting the ground, his first action, despite his severe headache, was to dash away frantically, trying to put distance between himself and Qin Yi.

Swish!

Mo Buwen’s speed was extraordinary, covering several hundred meters in a single rush.

"Ah..."

Suddenly, Mo Buwen let out an utterly miserable scream.

For as soon as he steadied himself, Qin Yi’s face appeared right in front of him; their faces were nearly touching, a mere centimeter apart - a distance meant for either a fight or a kiss. Thus, Mo Buwen’s soul flew in terror, letting out a scream.

These two were certainly not going to kiss, so it was a fight instead.

Bang!

Qin Yi quickly raised his hand, and the black brick in it smacked directly against Mo Buwen’s left cheek.

Mo Buwen let out a piercing scream, once again tumbling through the air.

However, this time, Qin Yi, like a shadow, pursued him closely. Before Mo Buwen could land, another swing of the brick sent him flying again, breaking into his arm with a cracking sound. Mo Buwen screamed, shooting away again.

Swish!

Qin Yi predicted where Mo Buwen would fall, and his figure flashed there to wait.

Bang!

Yet another brick smashed down, shattering Mo Buwen’s shoulder, his cries unending, launched into the air once more before even hitting the ground.

Qin Yi flickered, disappearing from his original spot, reappearing where Mo Buwen was about to land again.

Bang!

Another brick swung out, directly breaking Mo Buwen’s leg, skin splitting, blood splattering.

Bang bang...!

The dull thuds, the grating sound of cracking bones, the heart-wrenching screams... sent chills through the onlookers, rendering their hands and feet icy cold.

Mo Buwen never got the chance to land. Every time, Qin Yi would appear where he would land, a brick sending him flying without a trace of resistance.

Bang!

Qin Yi swung the brick once more, sending Mo Buwen flying, but this time he didn’t move, watching as Mo Buwen crashed down like a puddle of mud.

Hiss...

Everyone took a sharp breath at Mo Buwen’s miserable state.

At this point, Mo Buwen was in a terrible condition; his head showed cracks like a ripe watermelon, blood gushing. His once handsome face was now a blur of flesh and blood, scarier than a ghost, a mere glance sending chills down one’s spine. His limbs especially were twisted into bizarre positions, bone splintered.

In truth, Mo Buwen was like a pile of meat with the bones scraped out.

Mo Buwen was still screaming, now that most of his bones were broken, with a headache that felt like it would split his skull. This level of pain was not something ordinary people could withstand. But now, he couldn’t even commit suicide if he wanted to. His hands and feet were pulverized; how could he end his own life? Of course, he didn’t actually want to die.

Qin Yi walked slowly forward, standing before Mo Buwen, looking at him with indifferent eyes, devoid of emotion, "Mo Buwen, you shouldn’t have used my family to threaten me."

Mo Buwen looked at Qin Yi with terror; he was genuinely afraid. He wanted to beg for mercy, but with his jawbone shattered, he couldn’t utter a word, only producing strange rasping noises.

"You want me to spare you?"

Mo Buwen’s eyes were filled with hope and plea, nodding with difficulty.