Chapter 106: The Hegemon Falls, Death Leaves No Corpse Intact!

Boom!

The five-story library collapsed with a thunderous crash under the youth's single punch!

Amidst the rolling dust, the youth stood like a Vajra Subduing Demons, arrogant and unyielding.

Not far from the youth, Xue Chengkong's hair was disheveled, his face grazed by that fierce and domineering punch earlier, half his visage already disfigured, blood flowing freely.

"Damn it! With mere brute strength, he actually possesses such astonishing speed!"

A bone-chilling crisis surged in his heart; Xue Chengkong could no longer remain calm, raising his hand and whistling sharply.

Cry!

The next second, a massive ice-blue hawk descended from the heavens, its wings beating violently as a gale erupted, whipping up a small tornado between the two.

Shattered rafters and bricks on the ground were sucked into the air, hail-like, hurtling toward Qin Shuo.

Bang bang bang...

Countless fist-sized shards shot like cannonballs, striking his body, which seemed forged of molten gold, shattering into pieces.

"Spirit beast, Wind Thunder Falcon?"

Qin Shuo's eyes narrowed as he recognized the descending feral bird.

This is the spirit bird mount unique to Wind Thunder Valley, only eligible for riding by its ten great True Disciples and Elders.

Innately possessing the ability to command wind and thunder, its strength rivals the Tongmai Peak, its flight speed extreme, capable of covering a thousand miles in a day, a mount countless martial artists dream of.

Alas, only Wind Thunder Valley has mastered its taming method; others cannot obtain it at all.

Initially, He Mingjing had even said he wanted to borrow Xue Chengkong's Wind Thunder Falcon to send a message to the Demon Suppression Division, but unfortunately, Xue Chengkong refused.

"Kid, didn't expect you to be so young yet knowledgeable, actually recognizing my Wind Thunder Valley's divine bird."

Amidst the raging gale, Xue Chengkong had already leapt onto the Wind Thunder Falcon's back.

Only to see him reach out and actually take from the falcon's body a silver-white Jingtie Daji bow, a fierce killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"Kill!"

He suddenly roared, the Jingtie Daji in his palm instantly tensing like a full moon; in the flash of lightning and spark, the silver-white arrow shot forth like a meteor.

Bang!

The bowstring trembled, as if empty space itself exploded with thunder!

Around the silver-white arrow, gang wind raged like blades, resembling a miniature hurricane tornado, carrying terrifying spiral air force, rumbling as it approached.

This arrow is even more terrifying than the previous Divine Arm Crossbow shot.

The gang wind swirling around it is compressed by the Wind Thunder Falcon via secret technique, containing terrifying strangling force, enough to tear apart mountain stone.

Storm Arrow!

One of Wind Thunder Valley's four supreme ultimate arts, the killing move of the Wind Thunder Arrow!

If Xue Chengkong were at his peak, he wouldn't even need the Wind Thunder Falcon's aid to easily fire this arrow capable of instantly killing a Tongmai Peak cultivator.

But now, his Heavenly Meridian is damaged, his cultivation fallen to Tongmai Peak, he can only perform the secret technique with the Wind Thunder Falcon in tune with his heart to execute the killing move.

Before the explosion even sounded, the arrow had already arrived.

Xue Chengkong's arrow, whether in timing or angle, is exquisite to the utmost.

Even Qin Shuo, possessing Four Symbols Power and an indestructible Vajra body, felt a chill at this moment.

That is the instinctive warning of danger!

But Qin Shuo felt not the slightest fear, nor would he dodge or retreat.

Only to see his entire body flowing with golden light, transforming into a golden great sun, like a shield horizontally blocking before him.

Bang!

The arrow pierced the golden great sun, the spiral wind blades wrapped around it instantly shattering.

The silver-white arrow came within less than an inch of Qin Shuo's eye sockets, gripped tightly by his hand, unable to advance even a hair's breadth.

Immediately after, he exerted force with his palm; the arrow shaft, forged of Jingtie, instantly shattered, breaking into three pieces in the blink of an eye, falling to the ground.

"Kill!"

Qin Shuo, having shattered the arrow, his aura surged high; low roaring, his whole body golden light exploded, internal qi surging like a tsunami.

In the Taotie Cauldron, the Tianlang Blood Pills Qin Shuo had taken from the Tianlang Gang's interior all exploded at this very moment.

Thousands of Rejuvenation Pills, dozens of Blood Boosting Pills and purple medicinal pills, all at this moment transformed into rolling qi and blood, rushing into Qin Shuo's body, then converted by the Meta-Magnetic Earth Pearl into vast qi force, flowing into his dantian.

The Tianlang remnant souls contained within, not yet surfaced, were refined by the Dragon Elephant Relic, blazing like a great sun, into countless silver-white light points, falling into Qin Shuo's sea of consciousness.

For a moment, Qin Shuo's five senses and six perceptions sharpened dramatically, nearing divine sense.

He didn't even need to use his eyes to easily sense air vibrations a hundred meters away, thus judging the flight trajectory of those Storm Arrows.

Crash crash crash crash...

Standing on the Wind Thunder Falcon's back, Xue Chengkong drew his bow left and right.

One after another Jingtie arrow resembled a small hurricane tornado, howling as it pierced the void, shooting toward Qin Shuo.

With the restoration of dantian qi force, Qin Shuo's already formidable strength increased by another third, aided by the Tianlang Divine Sense, he almost effortlessly dodged Xue Chengkong's killing arrows.

Clang!

Another Storm Arrow was pinched barehanded by Qin Shuo.

Its spiral wind blade slashed his arm, producing a metallic clang, sparks flying.

But this time, he did not break the arrow; instead, he flipped his wrist and hurled it hard at Xue Chengkong, who remained constantly drawing his bow from a hundred zhang away.

Pfft!

Xue Chengkong, busy drawing his bow, couldn't dodge in time; the Wind Thunder Falcon beneath him was pierced through the wing by an arrow, exploding a bowl-sized blood hole, losing balance instantly, tilting sideways in midair, as if about to fall at any moment.

Speaking of it late, it came fast!

Seizing the opportunity, Qin Shuo stomped heavily on the ground with his foot; terrifying reaction force surged like rolling waves, the ground undulating like a lake surface, terrifying power ripples spreading, soil and stone surging upward like waves, reaching dozens or even hundreds of layers in height.

He came like a Golden Dragon streaking across the sky, heavily stepping on the back of the Wind Thunder Falcon.

This aerial overlord, capable of matching the Tongmai Peak, instantly had its tendons and bones shattered under that fierce stomp, blue feathers flying everywhere, its back bursting open with large splatters of blood.

"You!"

Xue Chengkong's heart and spirit leapt wildly, the immense killing intent surging from the youth's body transforming into brilliant golden light, stabbing so he could not open his eyes.

His heart pounded like a war drum, he rapidly operated the Wind Thunder Valley's supreme art, the Wandering Dragon Riding the Wind Step, his body seeming like a wisp of clear wind, drifting down from the back of the Wind Thunder Falcon.

Thud!

Qin Shuo trampled the corpse of the Wind Thunder Falcon and crashed heavily to the ground, his legs stepping through the spirit beast's body, passing through its chest and abdomen, sinking into the earth.

"You little bastard!"

Xue Chengkong gritted his teeth and roared angrily.

The Wind Thunder Falcon was a spirit beast spiritually connected to him; now that it was killed, his killing intent boiled over, hating to cut this youth before him into a thousand pieces.

While using the Wandering Dragon Riding the Wind Step to open distance from Qin Shuo, he simultaneously drew his bow and nocked an arrow, trying to stop Qin Shuo from approaching.

For a divine archer, having the enemy close in face-to-face is an utterly terrifying thing.

Moreover, Qin Shuo is a body-refining practitioner whose physical strength is so powerful it's explosive.

However, without the Wind Thunder Falcon's extreme speed, even if he displayed his supreme art, his speed is still slower than Qin Shuo's, who relies purely on brute force, by a margin.

After all, what Qin Shuo displayed is the Martial Saint Divine Ability, long surpassing the realm of ordinary martial arts.

Although not an extreme speed divine ability, catching up to Xue Chengkong, whose strength is only at the Tongmai Peak, is still more than sufficient.

"Die for me!"

After a brief pursuit, Qin Shuo finally broke through to within ten zhang of Xue Chengkong.

At this distance, if he charged with full force, he could smash this old bastard into a body full of shattered bones.

Gazing at the youth's figure, whose ferocity had reached its limit, Xue Chengkong's eyes flashed with despair, regret, and unwillingness.

He had lain dormant like a dog for fifteen years before encountering such a good opportunity.

Xiaoyue slaughtered the city, refining ten thousand civilians into myriad Spirit Blood Pills; he slew demons and seized treasures, reforged his Heavenly Meridian, and in one step ascended to Martial Arts Grandmaster.

From then on, the heavens were high and birds could fly freely; he no longer needed to shrink back in this small county town.

When the time came, he could return to Yunzhou, with the strength to shock all his old acquaintances, and remount the grand stage of Yunzhou.

For this day, he had plotted for over a year, exhausted his schemes, and spent countless efforts, seeing success just within reach.

Why?

Why!

Numerous feelings of indignation and unwillingness flashed through Xue Chengkong's heart.

Bang!

The next second, a path of brilliant golden light, like a Primordial Savage Elephant, fiercely struck his chest.

A tremendous force that Xue Chengkong could scarcely imagine poured into his body; his ribs, like paper paste, were easily shattered.

The frenzied force instantly crushed his five viscera and six bowels, a golden arm drilling out from his back.

A power like mountains shouting and seas roaring spread from the youth's arm, which seemed cast in gold.

With a boom, this former True Disciple of Wind Thunder Valley, peak of the Condensing Truth Realm, was blown to pieces from inside out.

Thus, the hegemon of an era, Xue Chengkong...

Dead without a whole corpse!