Chapter 235: Kill the Small Ones, Then Fight the Old Ones

The river beach was in total chaos.

Turbulent waves surged, the undercurrents had not yet ceased, and the water surface was littered with messy feathers and murky waves flecked with blood foam.

The aftermath of Li Chonghe's self-detonation had not yet subsided when a fierce and ruthless sneak attack descended amidst the chaos.

Jiang Hua and Zhou You rushed out from their Zang simultaneously; silent and wordless, they had reached a level of tacit understanding that required no verbal or eye communication.

The opportunity was rare; they had to strike as quickly as possible.

Otherwise, if they waited for the opponent to recover, they would waste a golden opportunity in vain.

Jiang Hua targeted the second Disciple, Du Wanghe, while Zhou You's opponent was the third Disciple, Shao Zhonghe.

These two were in the middle stage of Qi and Blood, and after the death of Li Chonghe, they possessed the strongest combat power among the Golden Crane Mountain Disciples.

"Good thieves, you really came prepared."

Du Wanghe drew a short spear from behind his back, the spearhead shaped like a slender crane's beak, sharp and flat; Shao Zhonghe's weapon was a refined iron disc, the edges of which were serrated by overlapping feathers.

The two men's weapons each had their own characteristics—the short spear was good for attacking, the disc for Defense—and their combined power was no weaker than Li Chonghe's.

From this, it was evident that Golden Crane Mountain had spent a great deal of effort in cultivating their Disciples.

The only drawback was that they were not in the late stage of Qi and Blood, and their two weapons were not Qi and Blood divine weapons, so their power was greatly discounted.

Jiang Hua lunged toward Du Wanghe's face, the thick, bloody stench glowing with a red light that illuminated his face in a brilliant crimson.

He exerted force with his Blood Sand Palm from a distance, and within a hundred-meter radius, the Qi and Blood inside the body of anyone who practiced martial arts immediately began to boil.

"Ugh!"

Under the cover of his Disciples, the master of Golden Crane Mountain was concentrating on closing the wound on his severed arm when a sudden tearing sound occurred, and the wound that had stopped bleeding immediately burst open.

He noticed Jiang Hua making his move, "So it was you, this remnant who survived, who organized this to kill me."

He then sneered, "Today you took the initiative to provoke me; if I kill you, I won't fear Wang Laohu turning against me."

Optimistically speaking, he could even use this as an excuse to force Wang Laohu to provide compensation, allowing him to enter the sphere of influence of Gongliang City.

This fellow was also an ambitious leader; even in the situation of losing his disciples and his arm, he could still think clearly and plan to use this incident for profit.

Du Wanghe gritted his teeth, suppressed the boiling Qi and Blood in his chest, and thrust his short spear straight ahead.

In an instant, the spearhead pierced the air with a buzzing sound, like a shrill crane's cry, possessing a sharp, bone-chilling quality that could pierce the soul.

The surrounding airflow churned, revealing large, dense waves of feathers.

Just as it looked like Jiang Hua was about to be swept into it, he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mass of blood-colored light.

The blood light merged into his palms, and he immediately unleashed the ultimate technique of the Blood Sand Palm.

"Bitter Sea Constant Sand, all are bone and blood, cleansing the world, the dead return to life."

Amidst the thick blood light, Jiang Hua struck out with both palms; his right palm was directly pierced by the short spear, and blood splattered everywhere.

Injured at the very first encounter?

Du Wanghe's expression worsened; the spearhead was locked by the opponent's palm bones, unable to advance or retreat, and at the same time, Jiang Hua's other bloody palm swept in an arc and slammed over from the side.

Thud! The Blood Sand Palm struck Du Wanghe's flesh and blood directly, the force of the Qi piercing through; from a distance, it looked like a pillar of blood pinning him to the river beach.

"Haha, Dual-Body Tiger Form, I can take on two of you by myself."

When Zhou You faced Shao Zhonghe head-on, the overlooked youngest Disciple, Cheng Xiaohe, also joined the fray, unwilling to be outdone.

They knew to target the weak before the strong when setting up an ambush; there was no reason to assume the enemies were idiots who didn't know how to concentrate superior forces to break one side.

These two Qi and Blood Disciples were determined to join forces to deal with Zhou You first before going to surround Jiang Hua.

Shao Zhonghe held the disc high, covering most of his body, and slowly rotated it; the feather-shaped force flying out expanded tenfold, like a high-speed rotating fan.

Zhou You had just rushed to the front when he was faced with such a thorny situation.

"Kid, give me your life."

Cheng Xiaohe, unwilling to be left out, launched a sneak attack from behind, creating a tense situation of wind and cranes.

The key point of the Heming Fist was its cunning and ferocity; the punch was like a crane's beak pecking, absorbing bone marrow and devouring internal organs. The crane-beak hoe used by stonemasons to quarry stone was modeled after the shape of a crane's beak.

He threw punches with his bare hands, thudding against Zhou You's back like a crane's beak digging into flesh, wishing he could tear off a large chunk of meat.

However...

Zhou You activated the defense of his Primordial Iron Garment, feeling as if it were merely scratching an itch; it was not worth mentioning.

"Have you hit enough? Get up."

He gently stretched his arms and, like pulling a radish, lifted him above his head, digging his Hu Zhua into his waist.

"Off you go!"

The next moment, Zhou You exerted force with his arms and threw Cheng Xiaohe directly onto the top of his Senior Brother's head.

Shao Zhonghe was rotating the disc at high speed to defend against Zhou You's attack when, unexpectedly, a black shadow descended from the sky and was directly swept into the meat grinder of intertwined iron and wind.

Blood droplets and shredded meat splattered everywhere, landing in the water and drawing fearless fish and shrimp to surface and feed.

Cheng Xiaohe was not yet dead when he landed; his legs had been shredded, and he stared at his bare thigh stumps as if in a dream.

In shock and rage, the rotation speed of the disc slowed slightly; it had slowed down.

Shao Zhonghe did not have time to see if his Junior Brother was alive, because a fishy wind rose in front of him, and the sound of a tiger's roar echoed all around like a thunderclap.

"What?"

Where was Zhou You's figure? Rushing toward him were two starving Meng Hu Quan, one on the left and one on the right, keeping their distance.

Shao Zhonghe steadied his mind; he guessed that one of them must be an illusion created by the fist technique.

He turned his back, used the disc to strike toward the right, and simultaneously threw a punch to attack the tiger shadow on the left.

In this way, he was both offensive and defensive; no matter which side was real, they could not get in.

They had their master backing them up; once their master reacted, it would be the death date of these overestimating rats.

What happened next far exceeded Shao Zhonghe's comprehension.

A massive force landed on the disc, directly pushing the flat surface of the disc until it caved in.

This round disk of his was not a Qi-Blood Divine Weapon, and though it was made of precious materials, it was unable to withstand a single blow before a true expert.

Shao Zhonghe's wrist was nearly broken, and his heart relaxed; as expected, the right side was the real one.

The next moment, the arm he had extended to the left was directly gripped by two Hu Zhua and twisted three hundred and sixty degrees.

A bone-chilling, heart-rending pain accompanied the tragic scene of flesh and blood flying through the air.

Zhou You twisted his arm off directly and kicked the round disk, the heavy, hard disk embedding itself into his skull.

Shao Zhonghe died by his own weapon, the Hexi Disk.

From the start of the fight to the success, a rough calculation showed it had taken less than one hundred breaths of time.

Zhou You looked up and saw the corpse of Du Wanghe landing softly on the ground, bright, eerie Demon blood flowing from his seven orifices.

Jiang Hua had also succeeded.

Of the four Disciples of Golden Crane Mountain, three were dead, and the only one remaining, Cheng Xiaohe, was also a cripple; their claws and teeth had already been pulled out clean.

Jiang Hua picked up Du Wanghe's short spear, and Zhou You pinched a corner of the round disk.

The two of them exchanged a glance and, by unspoken agreement, threw them toward Golden Crane Mountain, the force infused into them turning them into two black shadows.

Golden Crane Mountain raised his only remaining arm and waved it lightly, just once.

The short spear collided with his palm and was crushed into a twisted lump of scrap metal, while the round disk was lightly swatted away, spinning high into the air before landing and shattering into a distorted mess, its original appearance long since unrecognizable.

"Watch closely, brat, this is your father's skin."

He raised the gauntlets on his hands, and Jiang Hua stared at the gauntlets, his eyes bulging and turning blood-red.

(End of chapter)