Slap——

A crisp sound emerged on Qiu Yu's face, a burning pain quickly revealing a clear imprint of five fingers.

Feelings of anger and humiliation instantly surged in his heart.

Since his debut, Qiu Yu had never been slapped across the face.

But today, he was fiercely slapped by someone he considered not his match.

Stomp stomp bang——

After retreating violently more than a dozen steps, Qiu Yu finally stopped.

From the ground where he retreated, he left more than twenty distinct footprints, each one more than three inches deep.

The skin on his wrists was extremely red, emitting a smell of singed hair.

"What kind of technique is this!" Qiu Yu's face turned red, his eyes burning with rage.

"What technique? One specially designed to beat animals." Lin Hai's voice was hoarse and ice-cold to the extreme from under the copper-colored mask.

Although it looked like he had the upper hand just now, his Gang Qi had indeed been greatly depleted.

However, to be able to injure Qiu Yu, one of the Yanhuang Soul SS-level special agents and one of Tianlong's trusted generals, it was well worth it!

"King Yan, you are the first to inflict such an appalling disgrace on me. I, Qiu Yu, vow that today I will tear you into ten thousand pieces!"

Qiu Yu's rage burned wildly, with all sorts of negative emotions filling his mind and heart.

As his Gang Qi surged crazily, the muscles on his arms were as though a mass of steel bars solidified, tough and powerful.

"Come at me again, you had the upper hand once, but you won't get such a chance next time!"

Qiu Yu made a fierce move, his fingers opening and closing, with each wave of Gang Qi almost becoming substantial, the swirling airflow was heart-throbbing, slashing towards Lin Hai violently.

"Humph, having taken advantage once, I will do so a second time, and a third."

Bo'er——

The piercing sound of Gang Qi collision resounded.

"You want to kill me? You're not worthy!"

Lin Hai's hands performed the Heavenly Creation Finger, erupting intense Gang Qi; each finger was like a blooming lotus, dazzling and beautiful, yet the inherent killing intent was suffocating.

"Great Mighty Dragon, World Venerable Ksitigarbha!"

Qiu Yu felt waves of pressure, Lin Hai's Finger Technique seemed naturally devised to counter his moves.

"Heavenly Dragon Cutting Veins Hand, known as the number one in hand techniques, specifically created to counteract hundreds of different types of hand techniques in the world. Why, is it being countered by him!"

During the clash, in a blink of an eye and a breath's time, a hundred moves had passed.

Puchi——

Qiu Yu's clothes at the chest were pierced by a finger, Gang Qi tearing open a rip; luckily, he evaded in time to avoid body injury.

"King Yan, I admit, you are strong!"

Qiu Yu said while exchanging blows.

"Is that so? Many people say so. I think there's no need to be too modest."

As the words fell, Lin Hai felt his blood boil, knowing that the Holy Blood Strange Pill had taken effect, getting stronger with each bout of combat.

He couldn't help but increase his strength.

Bang bang——

Qiu Yu felt wave upon wave of pressure, like a constant surge of wild wolves, one after another, each more powerful than the last.

"King Yan, rather than being alone, why not join our Yanhuang Soul?"

The two engaged once again, this time not limited to just hand techniques, but going all out in their attacks.

"Do I need to join Yanhuang Soul?"

Beneath the copper-colored mask, an ice-cold voice hinted at boundless confidence, a confidence in his own strength.

Puchi——

Another rip appeared on Qiu Yu's clothing.

However, his cutting leg technique was also successfully executed.

Lin Hai's coppery mask vibrated slightly on his face, the result of evading, caused by the aftershock of Gang Qi.

"King Yan, don't be so oblivious, I am from the rank of Tianlong!"

Lin Hai's response to Qiu Yu was just four words: "Heavenly Creation, Fate!"

His ten fingers spread like lotuses, One Flame Westward Furious Red Lotus!

Qiu Yu suddenly felt a numbing sensation spreading throughout his body, almost causing him to freeze in place.

"What kind of Gang Qi is this! Why does it feel like an electric shock!"

Qiu Yu's hair stood on end from root to tip.

Suddenly, he felt an incredible force strike his lower abdomen.

His solid eight-pack abs seemed to twist together, his lower back arching as a wave of Gang Qi hammered down, and the clothes on his entire back made a crackling sound like popping beans in the next instant.

--Pu chi!

Qiu Yu only felt a severe pain in his lower abdomen as if he had been disemboweled, and blood spurted out wildly; his Protective Gang Qi was actually broken through.

"This is impossible!"

The cry of disbelief remained in his mind, unspoken.

Palm Skill sharp as a knife, Divine Shadow Eight Steps transformed into leg techniques, eight steps and eight moves landing on Qiu Yu's muscular chest.

"Eight steps as one!"

Thud, thud, thud—

Qiu Yu retreated frantically, spewing a mouthful of blood each time he stepped back.

"Ah, I will kill you!"

His eyes were filled with madness, wanting to counterattack, but that numbing sensation made him too slow to act and forced him to struggle to defend, creating no opportunity to strike.

"Do you have the ability?"

Under the bronze mask, a cold voice penetrated deep into the bones.

This was the debt incurred for the injuries of Thirteen Butterfly!

Touch my people, and you must pay a severe price; that's King Yan's style!

"Great Mighty Dragon..."

"Great your ass!"

-- Pu chi!

Lin Hai swung his palm high, unleashing boundless strength and ferociously striking Qiu Yu's face, cutting off his cry.

A mouthful of blood mixed with teeth traced a beautiful and splendid curve in the air, filling it with the thick scent of blood mist.

Qiu Yu only felt stars before his eyes, losing all sense of direction for a moment, and could only subconsciously raise his hand to protect his heart and forehead.

The black trenchcoat whistled in the surging Gang Qi.

The punches were like sharp knives, and his body's Gang Qi seemed to tear through the air's resistance.

Bang!

A punch landed squarely on the chest.

Qiu Yu spat out a mouthful of blood again, his breastbone cracked with a crisp sound, he flew backward, breaking over a dozen steel bars, and smashed a hole into the ground.

"How is this possible!"

"It can't be possible!"

"I am an expert under Tianlong, a Peak Supreme Strong!"

"How could I be defeated by a mere First-class Supreme Strong!"

"The sense of numbness from his Gang Qi, why does it make my whole body feel numb upon contact!"

"No, that's not a characteristic of Gang Qi, that's the feeling of electricity, conducted through the air, could he be a superpower user?!!"

"Impossible, there are no superpower users in this world, hundred years of Yanhuang Soul data has no records of real superpower users, those are limited to legends and stories!"

Blood mist spread through the air, King Yan's footsteps approached step by step, like a Death God ready to harvest life.

He struggled to stand up, one arm dangling limply, his chest bones shattered, struggling to breathe, each deep breath aggravating his wounds, leading to coughs and each cough was followed by a spray of blood, each spray of blood turning his face even paler.

"King Yan, if you kill me, Yanhuang Soul will not let you go. In Huaxia, there will be no place for you to hide," Qiu Yu said with difficulty, coughing up blood again.

"Kill you? Are you worthy of dying by my hand?"

The moonlight reflected beneath the bronze mask, icy and full of demonic allure, like a Demon God reigning over the world.