Chapter 86: Yan Song's Shock!

"Wang Guanshi..."

"Old Wang..."

The sudden change shocked everyone at the Liuhe Martial Arts Hall.

No one expected these bandits to be so brutal, killing without a word—this surpassed everyone's understanding.

Although the bandits are all vicious criminals, they ultimately only seek wealth.

Like this, killing without hesitation—over the years of transporting medicinal herbs, they had never encountered such a thing.

"Who are you, daring to kill my Liuhe Martial Arts Hall's people?"

At the rear of the convoy, Lin Feng's hair stood on end with rage, bursting forth with astonishing killing intent.

Qin Shuo followed closely behind, fearing an accident might occur.

In that instant just now, he sensed the aura of the Tongmai Realm—this group of bandits before him was certainly not simple.

"Liuhe Martial Arts Hall? Such great prestige! Is it just because Wei Yuan is at the Tongmai Realm? Today I will kill your Liuhe Martial Arts Hall people—what can you do about it?"

Disguised as a pockmarked man, Yan Song spoke in a flat tone, utterly disregarding Lin Feng before him.

After breaking through to the Tongmai Realm, throughout the entire Liuhe Martial Arts Hall, only Wei Yuan could make him wary.

As for the others, they were nothing but clay chickens and pottery dogs—no match for him in a single exchange.

"What can you do?"

Qin Shuo's eyes blazed with fury, his murderous intent extreme and utterly undisguised: "I want you all dead!"

Old Wang had served the convoy faithfully all along, attending to the horses and carriages with utmost dedication, and even showed added respect toward this hands-off manager.

Now that he had been beheaded with a single sword, how could Qin Shuo not be angry?

"Want to kill me? Just you cats and dogs?"

Yan Song sneered contemptuously: "I'll give you a chance—abandon the carriages and horses, scram from here on the spot, or else, slaughter without mercy!"

"Die!"

In the instant his killing intent surged, Qin Shuo flipped his palm—the Iron-Fetal Bow was instantly drawn to a full moon; in the flash of lightning and spark, the Iron-Skin Heavy Arrow shot forth like a meteor.

Boom!

Like a thunderclap from a clear sky!

The bowstring trembled, the air exploded!

As the arrow tore through the void, faint ripples spread in the air; as it swept past, clusters of white air waves burst open.

This arrow shattered the air barrier.

Before the explosive sound could even travel, the sharp arrow had already arrived to kill.

Boom!

The black-faced bandit's head exploded like a watermelon, mixed with white brain matter, blood spraying everywhere.

This arrow was exquisite to the utmost degree.

Its speed and power had already surpassed the limits achievable by ordinary divine archers.

Even Yan Song hadn't reacted before the people around him had already fallen.

"Big brother!"

The sturdy man who had earlier responded to Wang Fugui had his eyes nearly bursting, stepping forward instinctively to embrace his already-deceased elder brother.

Once, they two brothers had roamed Erlong Mountain together, raiding homes, bullying the innocent—how exhilarating it had been.

Now, the elder brother who had always sheltered him was dead.

Boom!

As the sturdy man's hand just touched the black-faced bandit's corpse, he suddenly felt his head grow cold, as if something had exploded.

Then he knew nothing more.

After consecutively shooting two people, the bandits were terrified, instinctively wanting to flee.

In past raids, the chieftains led the charge while these smaller ones shouted from behind.

Only when it came time to clean the battlefield, deliver finishing blows, and pursue, did these smaller ones get their turn.

But today, before the assault phase even began, the two chieftains had already been shot dead.

If not for Yan Song's usual dignity, the bandits of Heifeng Stronghold would have long since scattered like birds and beasts.

"Brat, you're courting death!" Yan Song glared and roared angrily.

He didn't care about the deaths of the two bandits.

But this Qin, shooting his people right before his face—

Was just like when the other side had openly beaten his beloved disciple Luo Tong in front of everyone—both were humiliations and provocations against him.

Qin Shuo's eyes boiled with killing intent; at this moment he had no desire for idle talk, merely continuously drawing and loosing arrows, shooting toward the bandits ahead.

The distance was no more than a hundred meters.

At this distance, no one could dodge Qin Shuo's arrow.

The reason he didn't first shoot that pockmarked chieftain was, first, because the opponent might possibly be a Tongmai master, against whom the Iron-Fetal Bow posed little threat.

Second, as Qin Shuo had said, he wanted to slaughter all the bandits here to avenge Wang Guanshi—naturally needing to clear the field first, lest any escape.

As for the pockmarked man, in his eyes he was already a corpse—only the timing and manner of death remained.

Iron arrows shot forth like meteors.

With each arrow released, a bandit fell.

One who hid behind a boulder was pierced through the rock by the iron arrow, his skull shattered, dying with eyes unclosed.

"Run! Run fast!"

A bandit screamed in collapse, thoroughly terrified by Qin Shuo's god-of-killing aura, daring not to linger on the mountain path any longer.

At the same time, Yan Song also moved.

He exerted force with his feet, and the imposing aura of the Tongmai Realm instantly overwhelmed the entire venue, the ground cracking under his steps as he pounced like a ferocious tiger descending the mountain, ruthlessly lunging at Qin Shuo, who was still drawing his bow and nocking an arrow.

"Kid, die for me!"

Yan Song roared angrily, his tone arrogant and confident.

In his view, Qin Shuo was merely a martial artist who had achieved Inner Strength Great Perfection, and daring to act arrogantly before him meant he was already courting death.

Facing Yan Song's ferocious onslaught, Qin Shuo's expression remained unchanged.

All that could be seen was him calmly firing an arrow, piercing the chest of a panicked bandit who had no escape, then slowly raising his head, his eyes like obsidian suddenly blazing as brilliantly as the Dairi Jinlun.

Clang!

A blade capable of cleaving mountains and splitting stones struck Qin Shuo's head, producing a tremendous resonance like a great bell and a deep horn.

A golden sun disc appeared above his head at some unknown time, not only blocking the blow but also simultaneously hurling Yan Song flying backward.

"How... how is this possible?"

Yan Song's eyes widened in shock; he hadn't even had time to cry out when a piercing coldness pierced through his body.

It was a pitch-black Fangtian Great Halberd, its icy blade encountering no resistance as it easily pierced his chest and erupted from his back.

Before setting out, Yan Song had imagined countless scenes of torturing Qin Shuo to death.

But he never imagined he would be instantly killed by a single strike from his opponent, nor that he couldn't even break through the opponent's defense.

Bang!

Qin Shuo single-handedly lifted the halberd, hoisting Yan Song into midair, then violently swung him aside.

Yan Song was flung like a sandbag, crashing heavily into a mountain cliff dozens of meters away, blood spraying instantly and staining the rock face red.

His gaze wandered, his eyes unfocused, and even in death he could not comprehend how he had been instantly killed by Qin Shuo in a single move.

Wasn't the opponent only at Inner Strength Great Perfection? How did he suddenly possess such terrifying power?

In his dazed state, endless darkness surged toward him.

He knew he was going to die!

But in the next instant, a sudden warmth rose from his abdomen.

In the blink of an eye, this warmth rapidly transformed into a molten torrent, rushing toward the wound on his chest.

With the aid of this current, his injury healed at a visible speed.

At the same time, an unprecedented powerful force surged from the depths of his soul.

This force was frenzied, bloodthirsty, icy, and brutal—like a beast, bringing endless ferocity and savagery.

"It's the Blood Boosting Pill!"

Yan Song's mind and spirit were violently shaken.

But before he could think further, a pair of icy, sharp crimson vertical pupils ignited from the endless darkness before him, like two blood moons hanging high above, gazing down upon the world.

The crimson vertical pupils kept enlarging before his eyes!

Finally, he saw clearly the creature hidden in the darkness!

It was a wolf...

A silver-white Xiaoyue Tianlang!

On its forehead was also a crescent moon mark, resembling the bright ninth-heaven moon descending to the world—pure, cold, and sacred—forming an extreme contrast with its crimson vertical eyes.

"Owooo..."

The silver wolf, as massive as a mountain, raised its head and let out a long howl to the heavens!

The bright moon on its forehead suddenly exploded, endless silver light swallowing the darkness.

Yan Song's consciousness shifted from utter darkness to utter brilliance.

In the next moment, he fiercely opened his eyes, and the entire world was bathed in crimson!

The bloodthirsty craving erupted like a volcano in his chest, overwhelming all his reason and thought, leaving only the most primal savagery and madness.