Chapter 97: Snatching the Fire Qilin Blood

"You... how is this possible!"

Sheng Shi'an stared at Li Musheng before him, feeling the vast quantity of Heaven-and-Mortal Realm true qi he had just absorbed within his body vanish completely, his turbid eyes filled with disbelief.

Even the originally raging and powerful hidden blood qi had settled down.

He discovered that with his Heaven-and-Mortal Realm cultivation, he had now lost control over the Heaven-and-Mortal Realm true qi and could no longer absorb any true qi from the surrounding world into his body.

It was as if in that single instant, he had been directly beaten down from a martial arts expert of the Heaven-and-Mortal Realm into an ordinary person with no martial arts true qi whatsoever.

"Old Sheng!"

At this moment, Tu Yao shouted deeply, as if trying to wake the motionless Sheng Shi'an.

His arm muscles knotted, his fist intent shaking the void like a dragon's low roar, he punched out, and the sky was filled with dark fist shadows.

Every fist shadow was like a thousand-catty heavy hammer, the terrifying sound of breaking the air exploding loudly; a hundred fist shadows piled thick, like a hundred overlapping waves instantly accumulating unimaginable terrifying power, smashing down toward Li Musheng.

Li Musheng turned to look, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said:

"This fist technique looks passable, but compared to me it is far too inferior; moreover, even if I stand still and let you hit me, this will have no effect whatsoever."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and grabbed; those overlapping fist shadows that seemed capable of collapsing mountains vanished and scattered in an instant.

At the same time, Tu Yao, not far away, suddenly felt a shudder in his heart, immediately showing a look of horror on his face.

He felt his body imprisoned by an irresistible force; even the martial arts true qi within his meridians and dantian had become like a stagnant pool of water, completely unable to circulate even a fraction.

And very quickly, his entire body flew uncontrollably toward Li Musheng, arriving before the other in the blink of an eye.

Immediately after, Tu Yao saw Li Musheng flick his finger, sending out two talisman lights that fell into his and Sheng Shi'an's bodies respectively.

"Hand over the Fire Qilin blood, and you can suffer less torment."

Li Musheng spoke slowly; at the same time, the life-and-death talismans within Sheng Shi'an and Tu Yao immediately took effect.

Like ten thousand ants devouring the body, the itching and pain that pierced the heart and bones eroded the two men's bodies; the two, who had not suffered such pain since entering the Heaven-and-Mortal Realm years ago, immediately trembled and spasmed all over, screaming and roaring like wild beasts in unbearable agony.

"Brother Yi, what demonic technique have you cultivated? It looks too terrifying!"

Li Yuanling saw the two Heaven-and-Mortal Realm experts, whose auras had originally been terrifying, now in such a wretched state in Li Musheng's hands in an instant; she immediately shrank her neck, looking at Li Musheng with some fear.

However, she was currently being held by the collar by Li Musheng; even if she wanted to get away, she simply could not.

At this moment, Li Musheng shook the Miss with the pale face in his hand and said:

"Don't talk nonsense; how can this be considered a demonic technique?"

As he spoke, he spoke again to frighten her:

"Also, do not spread what happened today; I have quite a few little fans in the Jianghu, so don't slander my reputation for no reason."

Hearing this, Li Yuanling pressed her lips together and mumbled two sentences quietly.

But very quickly, she nodded hard, hurrying to say:

"Remembered, remembered, stop shaking me!"

Very quickly, even martial arts experts like Sheng Shi'an and Tu Yao, under Li Musheng's hand, found it difficult to resist the torment of the life-and-death talisman; one after another, they confessed all matters concerning the Fire Qilin blood.

After learning the required information, Li Musheng's eyes moved slightly; he turned to look toward the depths of the karst cave and squinted, saying:

"Looks like I need to speed up; I can't let that so-called City Lord eat up all the Fire Qilin blood!"

And as his words fell, Li Yuanling beside him suddenly felt the scene before her eyes retreat quickly once more.

At the same time, clearly visible in her line of sight, the gray-robed old man Sheng Shi'an and Tu Yao, at some unknown time, had a finger hole appear in their eyebrows; together they fell backward from mid-air, silently plummeting toward the underground palace below.

On both their faces, until death, expressions of terror and disbelief remained.

Besides the final pain brought by the life-and-death talisman, they could never believe that such a young Li Musheng actually possessed terrifying martial arts strength capable of crushing them!

Moreover, after the other struck, they did not even have half a chance to fight back; they could only submit to his slaughter. Even if many ambitions lurked deep in their hearts, in the end they could only meet the fate of death and scattering into smoke.

Not long after, Li Musheng, carrying Li Yuanling, passed through several dark rock caves and arrived before a heavy stone door that was half-open.

"Could it be that someone has already arrived ahead of us?"

Li Yuanling, dangling in mid-air and swaying, spoke; all along the way they had seen only the corpses of guards, obviously, they seemed to have arrived a step too late.

Li Musheng said nothing; swallowing the Fire Qilin blood was already extremely difficult; now that someone had interrupted that City Lord in advance, it was actually not a bad thing.

Immediately, he carried Li Yuanling into the stone door.

After advancing several dozen zhang, they arrived at a narrow rock cliff; beneath the cliff lay a natural underground cold pool.

The cold pool was deep; a wisp of cold air constantly rose from the calm water surface; the extremely low temperature caused a thick layer of frost to cover the surrounding rocks.

However, on the other side of the cold pool at this moment, the firelight was dazzling, rolling waves of heat constantly sweeping in all directions.

It could be seen that four figures were fighting quickly on the opposite side of the cold pool.

An old woman in flowing white clothes, her movement fast as the wind, with white figures and sharp, astonishing sword lights filling the sky.

The other two were Han Meiyan and Zhang He.

Han Meiyan's eyes glowed as she constantly struck with her palms; relying on her powerful palm winds, she continuously wrapped up patches of crimson pink mist, smashing them onto a man whose entire skin was scorched and burning with scarlet residual fire.

And that Zhang He was holding that man tightly, biting onto the other's back with his mouth; his own body was covered in blood and flesh, even his legs and feet broken in several places.

But even facing the man's fist and foot attacks, Zhang He simply would not loosen his grip; instead, he bit off several mouthfuls of the other's flesh and blood, continuously swallowing them into his stomach.

At this moment, the man's aura around his body seemed powerful, but it was unstable and floating; within his body, an extremely domineering power seemed to be constantly destroying his physique from the inside.

Therefore, facing the attacks of Han Meiyan and the other two, he could only struggle to cope.

"You truly deserve to die!"

Su Changqing roared; his entire appearance seemed as if he had undergone a great fire.

All his body hair had been burned clean; the skin on his body and face was not a single spot intact, leaving only patches of burnt rotten flesh, looking extremely gruesome.

In addition, Han Meiyan's confusion poison made him occasionally dazed; the sword qi of the Lingbo Fairy caused him further injury upon injury.

And Zhang He lay on top of him, like a dog-skin plaster, constantly gnawing at him, which made him even more furious.

(End of this chapter)