Chapter 790: Wind and bone remain proudly unyielding!

Yama Pagoda Forbidden Technique activated.

Lin Yuan's whole-body fatigue, weakness, numbness… were all forcibly swept away by the surging qi and blood.

The gloom in Lin Yuan's eyes faded, replaced by an ultimate sharp, slaughter-filled cold light.

His tensed muscles… bulged again, meridians swelling, every inch of his flesh squeezed out the limit potential sealed for years.

Lin Yuan had no trace of sluggish movement; his body flickered, drawing dense afterimages.

His hands flew, gathering all the scattered Silver Needles embedded in corpses back into his palms as smoothly as flowing clouds and water.

Dozens of tiny flower-needles converged, trembling rapidly at his fingertips and resonating with each other.

This is the Lin Clan's secret ancient medical art—Overbearing Dragon Piercing Heavens Needle.

Unlike ordinary flying needles that thrust straight, this needle technique… relies on high-frequency vibration of the Silver Needles… to produce special infrasound.

As the needles move, they hum; between resonant undulations they emit a prolonged whistle like a dragon's low growl, the sound wave low and overbearing, making the air tremble slightly, with extremely strong deterrent force.

The next second, Lin Yuan flicked his fingertips sharply!

Swish swish swish!!

Dozens of Silver Needles shot out in unison!

The Silver Needles were no longer single-point strikes but a fan-shaped torrent sweeping across the entire crowd.

The fine needles pierced the air, high-frequency vibration bringing forth a deep, resonant dragon's roar!

Wave after wave of whistles echoed in the narrow corridor, making people's eardrums go numb and their spirits tremble, carrying an overbearing aura that crushes all.

Cold light swept across the sky; dense Silver Needles pierced the airflow, broke through the crowd, and precisely struck the brows, throats, and vital points of the attackers charging forward.

Lin Yuan gave no chance for anyone to dodge or block.

At the moment the needles landed, the front-rank attackers' bodies stiffened in unison, their charging motions frozen.

Immediately after, the crowd collapsed in layers like harvested wheat.

Some had blood burst from their brows, some sprayed blood from their throats, some had blood blossoms explode at their chests, …

Row after row of the crowd… fell one after another.

The shrill wails that just arose were completely drowned out by the heavy dragon's roar of the needles.

In the instant the front obstacles were cleared, Lin Yuan's steps suddenly erupted.

His whole being was like a beast breaking free of its reins, a god of slaughter breaking out of its cage, charging straight into the remaining crowd.

With his potential limit unleashed, his speed, strength, reaction, and perception overwhelmed all opponents in every aspect.

Lin Yuan's close-quarters killing… was no longer the slightest bit strained.

Anyone who got near him suffered bone-shattering punches and kicks that sent people flying.

Every move Lin Yuan made… carried the violent force of the forbidden technique's eruption.

The attackers' swinging blades and clubs… were as slow as a turtle in his eyes.

Lin Yuan sidestepped, turned, and surged forward in one fluid motion.

With a casual punch he shattered the opponent's shoulder bone; raising his knee he collapsed the enemy's chest; a backhand slap left the person dazed and flying several meters.

Limb fragments and blood spray… continually flew in the corridor.

The dense crowd could not even block his half-step crushing advance.

Wave after wave of blocking attackers… were repeatedly overturned, gravely injured, and crushed by Lin Yuan.

Layer upon layer of corpses… filled the entire forward path.

Viscid blood water… flowed winding along the ground, making each step slippery and the stench soaring.

Lin Yuan ignored all close-range attacks, ignored the new and old wounds piling on his body.

Only one obsession remained in his heart.

Forward, save people.

Lin Yuan slaughtered violently all the way, advancing blood-soaked all the way.

Countless blocking hands were utterly defeated and vanished.

The crowd defense line of the entire upper-floor corridor… was torn apart head-on by him, completely pierced.

Lin Yuan passed through fields of corpse mountains and blood seas, breaking through the last wave of remnants' desperate blockade.

Lin Yuan, soaked in blood and with an overwhelming aura, finally… stood firmly before the tightly shut door of the upper-floor Presidential Suite.

The heavy wooden door… isolated inside from outside movements.

Outside the door lay a deathly silent river of corpse mountains and blood; inside… the perilous fighting continued as before.

The piercing clang of weapons and muffled thuds… leaked faintly through the door's cracks, while fine blood mist drifted out through the gaps.

Inside the room.

Qin Bore stood alone… in the midst of the disordered room.

She was surrounded by dozens of fearless attackers… layered in encirclement, tightly entangled.

Qin Bore had no breathing space at all.

Her originally clean and neat black long dress… was no longer tidy, countless blade cuts tore the fabric, bloodstains of varying depth covered the skirt.

Blood soaked her waist and sleeves, layer upon layer, deepening from a light red tint to a dark crimson.

The entire skirt clung heavily to her delicate skin, wrapped in warm blood, a shocking sight.

At this moment, the situation in the Presidential Suite had already reached the brink of collapse.

The short dagger Qin Bore gripped tightly in her palm… could no longer bear the strain.

After countless slashes, blocks, and hard clashes, the dagger's edge was completely rolled and deformed, full of tiny nicks.

The whole blade was soaked with dried blood, specks of flesh and tissue clung to it, heavy with the marks of slaughter.

On Qin Bore's cool, exquisite face, the former composure and tranquility were gone.

Fine droplets of blood…… splashed onto Qin Bore's fair cheeks, jaw, and brow bone.

Dots of scarlet blood blossoms…… set off her jade-like skin.

At this moment, Qin Bore showed no trace of misery; instead, she outlined a kind of tragic, bleak, and heart‑stirring absolute beauty.

At this moment she was like a lone plum blossom blooming in wind and rain; even trapped in a desperate situation, her spirit remained proudly unyielding.

Qin Bore…… had learned orthodox special‑military killing techniques from childhood, every move lethal, every form merciless.

Her foundation in close‑quarters combat…… was far beyond that of ordinary people.

But she was ultimately a mortal flesh body.

Her strength and physique…… were inherently inferior to those of brawny enforcers who fought year‑round.

Faced with an endless, wave‑after‑wave, fearless sea of attackers.

Endless consumption and entangling combat…… were gradually eating away at all her strength.

The high‑intensity, sustained slaughter had already completely drained Qin Bore's stamina reserves.

Several enforcers…… seized the opening of her slowed movements, knives in hand, surrounded her and launched a fierce assault.

Blades criss‑crossed in scattered light, tightly sealing every dodging space around her.

Qin Bore's originally wind‑swift footwork…… gradually became sluggish.

Her clean evasive movements…… became slower and slower.

The force of her raised hand block and close‑quarters thrust visibly diminished.

Each time Qin Bore raised her hand to swing the blade, her slender arm would tremble slightly.

Her frail delicate frame…… swayed slightly with the frequent exchanges of attack and defense.

Her ragged breathing rose and fell in disorder, her chest heaved violently, and a hint of pallor appeared at the corners of her lips.

Clang!

A…… piercing clash of metal and metal exploded with a tremendous roar!

The tremendous impact…… traveled along her sword hilt…… to her palm, shaking her tiger's mouth numb, blood bursting forth, her arm went numb and sore, and the short blade nearly flew from her grip.

Qin Bore gritted her teeth, mustering her remaining strength, and barely sidestepped the incoming long blade aimed at her face.

At the same time, she raised her blade to block horizontally, and firmly…… caught the iron rod sweeping in from the right.

A dull impact sound rang out.

Qin Bore's frail delicate frame…… suddenly shuddered.

Intense pain spread from her spine throughout her body; she staggered forward half a step, nearly collapsing to the ground.

Before she could steady herself, two enforcers behind her closed in, fists and feet flying, hammering hard at her back and waist.

Even though she mastered top‑tier military killing arts, even though her will was steadfast and she killed decisively……

But under this endless sea of attackers draining her, her two fists could not withstand four hands.

Like a lone tiger unable to withstand a pack of wolves, Qin Bore gradually gave way and fell into a completely disadvantaged position.

Qin Bore suddenly clenched her teeth, firmly planting her center of gravity.

Qin Bore's eyes…… still held a cold, unyielding resolve not to submit.

But her body's overdraft could no longer be concealed.

Qin Bore's vision grew slightly blurry, her limbs sore and weak.

Each of her offensive and defensive moves…… felt like she was draining the last vestige of vitality.

At this critical, hair‑breadth stalemate.

Outside the suite, the silent corridor…… suddenly surged with an extremely violent gust of wind.

Lin Yuan stood at the doorway, his surging qi and blood all retracting.

His whole body's tensed muscles stored up layer upon layer, and the limitless power summoned by the Yanluo Pagoda gathered entirely in his right leg.

Lin Yuan's tendons and bones were taut, his qi and blood surging.

In his eyes lay a chilling killing intent, fixed on the tightly shut wooden door before him.

Lin Yuan hesitated not at all, sank his waist, dropped his step, and unleashed his stored power in a sudden burst!

Boom!!!!

A deafening explosive roar…… burst forth with a tremendous boom!

Lin Yuan, carrying extreme power in his kick, …… fiercely struck the center of the door!

The solid, heavy wooden door…… could not possibly withstand such terrifying force.

The door frame instantly shattered, the fixing screws all fell off, and the entire door panel was kicked straight off!

The massive door panel…… like a gigantic shell ejected from a barrel, swept horizontally into the suite at breakneck speed, with heavenly force!

Inside…… the throng of enforcers packed in front…… had no time to react.

The enforcers couldn't even cry out before the heavy door panel swept sideways and smashed into the crowd.

Bang bang bang bang!

A series of dense, dull impact sounds…… rang out in layers!

A large swath of the front‑line enforcers…… were squarely hit in the chest and torso by the door panel!

The terrifying impact…… instantly crushed countless ribs.

Many chests caved in directly, their organs violently shattered.

Swaths of silhouettes…… like being crushed by a giant stone, cried out miserably and flew backward,

The dense mass of bodies…… piled up layer upon layer and crashed to the ground.

Every mouth sprayed blood madly, blood flowed freely from the corners of their mouths, the ground a bloody mess of extreme carnage.

The originally impenetrable sea of encircling attackers, in just an instant, was forcibly cleared of more than half by that kick.

The room instantly cleared a large open area.

Smoke and dust slowly dissipated, fine wood chips flying everywhere.

In the light and shadow at the doorway, a tall, slender figure stood silently.

Lin Yuan's whole body soaked in dark red blood, clothes torn to shreds, the ferocious wound on his shoulder still oozing slightly, his palm flesh blurred, his body covered with numerous wounds from bloody slaughter.

But his posture stood tall like a pine, his eyes filled with killing intent, a violent aura that crushes everything surrounds him.

At this moment, he was like the sole killing god walking out of a mountain of corpses and sea of blood.

All remaining thugs in the room froze instantly, none daring to rush forward.

The slaughter sounds in the whole suite suddenly ceased, only weak groans and faint breaths remained on the floor.

Qin Bore, who was utterly exhausted and barely supporting herself, was completely stunned.

She slightly widened her pair of exquisite, clear eyes; her long eyelashes lightly trembled; the wariness, fatigue, and tension in her eyes all faded away.

At this moment, in Qin Bore's beautiful eyes…… only astonishment and shock remained.

She dazedly gazed at the blood-colored figure at the doorway.

What met her eyes was a sea of crimson.

Lin Yuan from head to toe was completely covered in fresh blood; his robes, neck, arms, and shoulders were all marks of dried and fresh blood intertwined.

The shocking blood covered his whole person; his gruesome and domineering appearance slammed hard into her eyes.

After several seconds, Qin Bore finally came back to her senses from the extreme shock

Her voice carried a barely perceptible tremor, having shed all coldness, leaving only incredulous astonishment, she softly spoke:

"You... how did you come?"

The deathly silence in the room had not yet dissipated; everyone's gaze was firmly locked on the blood-soaked Lin Yuan standing at the doorway.

Including those remaining thugs, all were intimidated by the killing god's aura, their minds tense, daring not to act rashly.

No one noticed that in the shadowy corner at the back, Du Jie, who had been enduring and lying low, suddenly flashed a sinister, vicious cold light in his eyes.

Du Jie precisely seized the opening.

Du Jie took advantage of Qin Bore's dazed moment, his figure suddenly burst out!

Du Jie's blood-stained short knife gripped tightly in his palm…… suddenly rose.

Du Jie's speed was extreme, almost leaving an afterimage; the moment he exerted force with his feet, he crossed several meters!

Du Jie, like a ghost, flashed to the defenseless Qin Bore's rear, his action ruthless and clean, without any hesitation.

Du Jie's icy, cold blade…… firmly pressed against Qin Bore's delicate, fair neck's major artery!

"Don't move, anyone!"

The sharp blade exerted a little force, instantly slicing the surface skin!

A thin line of fine red blood beads…… slowly slid down Qin Bore's snow-white neck.

The extreme chill and deadly pressure…… instantly enveloped Qin Bore's whole body.

As long as Du Jie's wrist exerts a little force, this knife could instantly slash her neck, taking her life in an instant.

"Lin Yuan, stand still! Don't take another step forward!"

Du Jie's face was ferocious and twisted, his eyes full of a gambler's mad viciousness.

Du Jie with one hand…… tightly gripped Qin Bore's shoulder, holding her captive in his embrace, the other hand tightly grasped the knife hilt, the blade locked fast on Qin Bore's throat, he roared loudly at Lin Yuan at the doorway.

The sudden change…… instantly broke the stalemate.

The originally silent room's atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point.

The intense feeling of suffocation crushed the whole scene.

The held Qin Bore's posture was tense, yet her proud bones remained unbroken; only the sharp blade at her neck made it impossible for her to struggle free.

"Whoever dares to move, I will immediately cut her throat!"

Lin Yuan's steps suddenly halted.

Lin Yuan's blood-soaked body stood still in place.

His originally slaughter-filling aura…… instantly condensed, his eyes stained with bloody coldness suddenly sank, an icy chill spread across his whole face, his complexion cold to the extreme.

Lin Yuan had no extra emotion, only piercing chill.

After a moment, Lin Yuan's voice was hoarse and low, carrying the rough quality after blood battle, each word icy, without any concession:

"Let her go."

Four eyes met, the silent confrontation filled the whole suite.