Chapter 1567

The distance between the two was only a zhang!

At such close range, there was absolutely no chance of missing.

Otherwise, how could he have earned the title of Number One within the Pass?

"What's impossible about that?" Yan Biao sneered. The flying dagger pinched between two fingers suddenly shimmered, melted into molten iron, and dripped onto the ground.

Bu Ying saw this and looked as if he'd seen a ghost.

A flying dagger is merely a skill of channeling force through muscle and sinew.

Even if you train it to perfection, miraculous and awe-inspiring—

It is still the power of a mortal!

Melting a flying dagger into water—can flesh and blood really do such a thing?

Bu Ying felt it was extremely troublesome!

The Yan Biao before him was far too different from the Yan Biao in his memory.

For the first time he suspected this man had crawled out of hell to exact revenge....

Otherwise, how could a mortal possess such a Mo Ce (incomprehensible) power?

"Brother Yan, why must you and I fight to the death?" Bu Ying's voice softened, and he forced a smile. "As long as you work with me, whatever I have, I won't short you a single bit. If we cooperate, inside the Pass or outside the Pass, what task could we not handle?"

"Hmph!" Yan Biao's gaze didn't waver in the slightest. "I haven't even had enough of being a man—how could I be a dog with you!"

With a stretch of his hand, Bu Ying felt a tremendous force sweep over him. He hurriedly used the Thousand-Pound Drop to anchor his stance, only to find it utterly useless.

"Ugh…"

Bu Ying was lifted into the air, grabbed by the neck by Yan Biao, his old face purpling from the strain.

Yan Biao paid it no heed. With a light leap, he was already in midair, riding true qi, and ran toward the outside of the city.

Bu Ying's eyes went wide, filled with terror.

This man must be an evil ghost crawled out of hell.

Otherwise, how could he possibly fly!

Humans absolutely cannot fly!

His eyes bulged, his heart pounding.

Just then, Yan Biao stopped, landing in a graveyard, and flung Bu Ying onto the ground.

"This is?"

"This is the graveyard of my comrades. You dog of a traitor—today I'll use your head to sacrifice to my comrades!"

"No, I can turn over a new leaf…"

"Heh… no need!" Yan Biao sneered. "A dog is always a dog! I won't believe a single word from a traitor!"

He stepped forward, pressing his palm onto Bu Ying's head.

Bu Ying only felt his body forced rigid, stretched taut like a steel spear, then bit by bit pressed 3.2 (units) into the ground.

The ground was sinking.

Bu Ying's field of vision was sinking bit by bit.

He knew he was about to be buried alive, and despair welled up in his heart.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but found he couldn't even make a sound.

At that moment, he thought of those comrades and countrymen he had killed.

They too, just like him now, faced the enemy with no power to resist, able only to let death creep closer.

And now, retribution had fallen upon his own head.

He too would be buried inch by inch into the earth, and ultimately suffocate to death.

Death creeping closer bit by bit—such a feeling was too terrifying.

At this moment, whether a hero or a traitor no longer mattered.

He only wanted to live.

But Yan Biao had come for revenge, his resolve utterly firm. The pressing palm was strong and forceful, and no matter how pleading Bu Ying's eyes were, he showed not a shred of mercy.

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