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"Liang Ting—!"
Gao Yingcai let out a roar that sounded inhuman.
He completely ignored the terrifying, knife-wielding enemy beside him, utterly consumed by hatred.
He transformed into a bolt of vengeful lightning, hurtling straight at Liang Ting!
"You scum! I'll kill you!"
Liang Ting had just forced Eita back and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath when he saw Gao Yingcai's face, twisted with hatred.
He froze for a moment.
A hint of helplessness and sorrow flashed in his eyes.
He's come to collect the debt.
He wanted to explain, to make him consider the bigger picture, but what came his way was Gao Yingcai's deadly hidden weapons, each strike a desperate attack coated with poison.
Liang Ting was forced to accept the challenge.
The two were evenly matched and both were seriously injured.
At this moment, they were fighting to the death on the narrow pier, and the battle was extremely fierce.
Gao Yingcai's Tang Clan techniques were bizarre and ruthless, with every move aimed at vital points, each strike imbued with the hatred of destroying one's family.
Liang Ting's boxing style is expansive and powerful, with each punch carrying a resolute determination to perish together, as if he were welcoming a belated judgment.
Blood splattered, staining the wooden planks beneath their feet red.
Finally, Liang Ting seized an opportunity and forcefully used his shoulder to block Gao Yingcai's poisoned blade aimed at his heart.
Despite the excruciating pain, Liang Ting didn't even flinch.
He used his body to lock the opponent's weapons and also to block their escape route.
His intact fist, containing all his strength and regret, slammed solidly into Gao Yingcai's chest.
The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.
Gao Yingcai was struck dumb; his chest caved in instantly, and he flew backward.
But a second before he lost control of his body, the last poisoned Soul-Chasing Nail he had hidden in his sleeve was released and pierced Liang Ting's heart.
Liang Ting's body stiffened abruptly.
He looked down at the poisoned nail in his chest, which had not yet reached the end, and felt his life force receding rapidly like a tide.
His face showed no sign of pain, but rather a relieved and liberated smile.
He raised his head, and with his last ounce of strength, let out a triumphant shout towards the inky sky.
"What a waste of my life..."
"So this is true liberation!"
The sound echoed through the valley.
"Baihu," a master of the Quanxing sect who spent his life taking pleasure in killing to find liberation, finally realized what true liberation was before his death.
Liang Ting is dead!
Gao Yingcai severely injured Liang Ting, but he himself was also on the verge of exhaustion.
He struggled to his feet, looked at Liang Ting's fallen body, and a cruel yet satisfied smile appeared on his face.
However, his smile froze instantly.
A cold, emotionless gaze fell upon him.
Eita Nikaido, who had been observing from the sidelines, finally made a move.
He moved like a silent bolt of lightning, appearing before Gao Yingcai in the blink of an eye.
Gao Yingcai was unable to react at all.
He only saw a sharp, blood-red blade flash past his eyes.
Then, the world began to spin.
His head shot skyward.
Chapter 69 Lingering Resentment at Mianshan, Thunder Shatters the Evil Blade
The smell of blood was so strong near the pier that it almost solidified and choked the nose.
Gao Yingcai's headless corpse was still warm as Nikaido Eita slowly pulled the demon sword "Hiruma" out of its cavity.
The blade hummed, greedily sucking up the last bit of life, and the scarlet blade light became even more eerie.
On Eita's face was a cruel and satisfied look, a look of satisfaction after a large meal. He was about to leave.
However, without any warning, a figure appeared at the edge of the battlefield like a ghost, blocking his path.
The man exuded an icy aura, his killing intent almost tangible, freezing the surrounding air and even stopping the wind.
Eita's sinister smile froze instantly, and his pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints!
Alarm bells rang in his mind, and a chill ran from his tailbone straight to the top of his head. When had this person appeared? He hadn't noticed at all!
"Who are you?!" Eita shouted sharply, his voice trembling with shock.
Zhang Yunyuan slowly raised his eyes, his gaze as cold as ice, devoid of any human emotion.
"Chinese people!"
Before he finished speaking, he moved.
Eita felt a chill run down his spine; he sensed a murderous intent as vast as mountains of corpses and seas of blood from those two words. Without hesitation, he struck first, holding nothing back!
The demon sword Hirumaru let out an extraordinary roar, and a surge of evil energy and crimson sword light erupted.
With a flash of light, it turned out to be the Lu family's spiraling, hidden force that could strike from a distance – the Ruyi Force!
Before the blade even arrived, a piercing, bone-chilling force had already broken through the air, heading straight for Zhang Yunyuan's internal organs.
Immediately afterwards, the sword's momentum changed again, and a solemn and vast golden sword aura burst forth, yet it also carried a sinister aura—it was the Ishikawa family's Buddha Sword!
Interspersed within were the Tang Clan's ethereal steps and the profound body techniques of the Earth and Wood Flowing Stream.
Eita's figure moved like a ghost through the flashing blades, his attacks like a storm, instantly enveloping Zhang Yunyuan in a net of countless exquisite killing moves.
Faced with this offensive that would have driven any expert of the same level to despair, Zhang Yunyuan didn't even lift an eyelid.
The Primordial Qi circulated on its own, and a layer of invisible radiance flowed around him.
The domineering Ruyi Force and the extremely malevolent Buddha Sword Qi were greatly purified and weakened the moment they approached within three feet of his body, just like ice and snow under the scorching sun, and their power was greatly reduced.
A gentle breeze swirled beneath Zhang Yunyuan's feet as he unleashed his "Ladder Cloud Leap" technique.
He strolled leisurely through the seemingly impenetrable net of blades, his figure elusive, always managing to evade every fatal attack with the utmost grace and precision.
The feeling wasn't like a life-or-death battle, but more like brushing away a few annoying fallen leaves in your own backyard.
"impossible!"
Eita grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.
All the methods he was so proud of seemed like child's tricks in front of his opponent.
His blade was faster, but his opponent's movements were always a fraction faster.
His knife was more unpredictable, but his opponent could always anticipate it and dodge it with ease.
"Die!"
Eita went completely mad. He unleashed all the complex and profound techniques he had absorbed from Hirumaru, and the sword light transformed into a chaotic blood-red storm, threatening to completely devour the person before him.
Zhang Yunyuan finally stopped dodging.
He stretched out his hand, his five fingers spread, and in his palm, a wisp of hazy, chaotic energy slowly rotated.
He actually used his bare palm to meet the demonic sword that could cut through iron like mud!
A cruel pleasure flashed in Eita's eyes, as if he could already see the other person's hand being severed.
However, the next moment, the expression on his face froze completely.
There was no deafening clang of metal clashing, only a teeth-grinding, tooth-grinding sound, like boiling oil being poured onto snow.
The moment the demon sword Hiruma came into contact with that chaotic energy, the crimson blade light and evil aura attached to the blade were frantically devoured and absorbed as if by an invisible black hole!
The blade emitted a mournful wail and trembled violently.
The spiraling power of Ruyi Jin was swallowed up by the chaotic Qi and transformed and dissolved.
The malevolent sword energy of the Buddha Sword was instantly obliterated by the chaotic energy, vanishing into nothingness.
As for the complex and profound mysteries plundered from various masters, they were easily decomposed and absorbed the moment they came into contact with the masters, without even causing a ripple.
"My power... my Hirumaru!"
Eita felt a fear that came from the depths of his soul.
He discovered that the demonic sword he relied on for survival was being "eaten up" by the other party in a more fundamental and domineering way!
He tried to draw his sword and retreat, but found that Hirumaru seemed to be welded to the other's palm. No matter how he tried to force it, he could not break free from that terrifying suction force.
The demon sword's spiritual essence is rapidly fading away.
After figuring out all of his opponent's cards, Zhang Yunyuan's eyes lost all trace of emotion, leaving only absolute coldness.
He spotted a barely perceptible stagnation in the flow of sword strikes, caused by the mixing of forces.
Zhang Yunyuan pointed his fingers like a sword, and at his fingertips, the chaotic Dao Qi and the extremely refined lightning inch force instantly merged.
With a flick of his finger, he pinpointed the blade of Hirumaru with unparalleled precision!
A crisp, shattering sound rang out.
The demon sword Hiruma let out a shriek more shrill than ever before, and the evil energy attached to it and all the profound mysteries it absorbed were instantly shattered and devoured by this one finger!
The crimson light on the blade completely dimmed, its spiritual essence was lost, and it became a piece of scrap metal.
Eita was terrified and, without thinking, turned and ran away.