Chapter 331: Blood Qi Devouring and the Puppet

Once the Blood Qi Gu snuck in, it immediately sank like a stone into the sea, with no further news.

Zhou You had still underestimated the blood qi content of a high-level Martial Master; even for a walking corpse, the blood qi required to drive it was massive.

The fist intent from the Witch Tribe's strong martial Giant, after devouring blood qi with its Essence Energy, occupied the magpie's nest and entrenched itself in this physical body.

In other words, the blood qi within the fist intent puppet was all transformed from the Essence Energy of the strong martial.

The Bewitching Blood Qi Gu targeted those with a heart, but the fist intent puppet clearly had no heart.

In the span of a single breath, the Blood Qi Gu scurried throughout the puppet's body, finding no flaws to attack.

Precisely because of this, the fist intent puppet also discovered the movement inside, and its grabbing motion paused slightly.

"One move off, how awkward!"

The Blood Qi Gu had completed the first part of its goal; the infiltration was successful, but it had not interfered with the fist intent puppet.

What are you waiting for? Run!

Zhou You swallowed a mouthful of blood; his injuries remained, and through Injury for Speed, he could raise his Lightness Skill to Lv12.

He did not hesitate further, turned his head, leaped, and dove into the waterfall that had just regained its form.

With a splash, it kicked up countless water droplets like shattered jade.

Just at this moment, Ge Er Bu Han had just jumped out of the waterfall, and before he could rendezvous with the fist intent puppet, he saw Zhou You dive back into the water.

This waterfall was 40 to 50 meters wide, and from the source to the bottomless pool below, it was about 1000 meters away.

Zhou You dove back into it again, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Ge Er Bu Han stomped his foot in hatred, shattering seven or eight rocks, "Chase!"

The fist intent puppet seemed to react as well, setting off behind Ge Er Bu Han, but it rushed into the waterfall a step ahead.

"Let me think, let me recall, there must be a way out."

Zhou You wove through the water flow, his silhouette flickering in and out of view, as countless images flashed through his mind.

From before the fight until now, all the information he had seen and encountered surfaced, colliding and intersecting, brewing a turning point.

Suddenly, a tattered image intruded into his mind.

Tied to the hem of the fist intent puppet's garment was an object, a thick triangular piece polished from rhinoceros horn, the typical appearance of an Amulet.

The Amulet worn by a Martial Master must be refined with blood qi at all times.

In other words, inside this Amulet, it was highly likely that the last bit of blood qi from that high-level Martial Master was Zang.

Originally, he had been devoured of all his body's blood qi by the Witch Tribe's strong martial Giant, leaving not a single fish that slipped through the net inside his body.

Who would have thought that the Amulet worn close to his body would leave behind his final glimmer of life! "That will do."

Zhou You opened his eyes abruptly; a black dot in the water curtain rapidly approached and enlarged—it was the fist intent puppet.

Just as he found a glimmer of light, the person chased him to his face again; this oppressive rhythm left one unable to even catch a breath.

He manipulated the Blood Qi Gu with his thoughts to weave and swim, rapidly approaching the Amulet on the puppet's body.

As the fist intent puppet moved at high speed, the ornament on its body swayed and pressed against it; soon, the Blood Qi Gu seized the chance to touch it, swallowing the blood qi hidden inside like a whale sucking in water.

"Thick and intense, it has at least 20 years of blood qi refinement."

I wonder for whom this high-level Martial Master made this Amulet, spending nearly 20 years of heart and blood.

After the Blood Qi Gu swallowed the blood qi, it rapidly simulated the unique blood qi state of the high-level Martial Master, just like a ladle of cold water poured into a boiling wok of oil.

This physical body was originally occupied by the vast strong martial blood qi; suddenly, a strand of foreign blood qi was mixed in, and it instantly became unwell.

The blood qi transformed by the Blood Qi Gu, although weak, was the original matching type for this physical body.

The pure and consistent balance originally inside the puppet was instantly broken by the uninvited guest.

The moment the change occurred, the fist intent puppet had already rushed to the opposite side of Zhou You; the distance was so close that one could clearly see the boiling blood qi in the other's pupils, along with a trace of struggle and resistance. This physical body was a walking corpse, and all thoughts and will had been erased by the fist intent, but the body's residual instincts remained, unwilling to be manipulated by the enemy and reduced to a lackey and accomplice.

The fist intent puppet stopped, stiff and dull, no longer as agile and fierce as before.

"Poison Man, pay with your life!"

Ge Er Bu Han also arrived nearby; he ignored the fist intent puppet and circled to the other side to launch an attack.

If things went as expected, Zhou You would collapse within two or three breaths under the pincer attack of the two.

However...

This time it was different! The environment where the Bewitching Blood Qi Gu was located was like volcanic lava, filled with boiling blood qi everywhere; the two types of alien blood qi collided and splashed against each other, stirring everything into a mess.

The direct result was that Zhou You's plan succeeded, and the fist intent puppet's reception of commands was severely interfered with.

Even more, the Blood Qi Gu exerted its effect, beginning to distort the fist intent puppet's target.

"Boom!"

A punch was thrown, with the solid force of a high-level Martial Master, pounding toward the direction where Zhou You was.

The surrounding waterfall and rocks were instantly shattered into particles smaller than sesame seeds; the water bottom and stone powder were indistinguishable.

Zhou You didn't even blink, standing firm against the fist wind; at the same time, Ge Er Bu Han also arrived at his back.

Seeing the fist intent puppet strike, Ge Er Bu Han knew that more than half the battle was won, so he turned his fist into a claw, attempting to pry open Zhou You's left and right ribs.

He only waited for Zhou You to be beaten half to death so he could sit back and reap the rewards, capturing him at his leisure.

Suddenly, an aura as piercing as sunlight landed on him.

Ge Er Bu Han's heart sank, and he saw the fist intent puppet's fist pass by Zhou You's shoulder; the target was actually him.

Did the fist intent puppet rebel?

Seeing the 'Poison Man' stand firm, not even a strand of his hair blown, he let the fist intent puppet's strike brush past his shoulder.

He, the hunter, had his identity reversed in an instant, actually becoming the prey.

The Poison Man and the rebellious fist intent puppet were both besieging him.

"People from Zhong Yuan are indeed treacherous and evil!"

Facing the full-force strike of a high-level Martial Master, Ge Er Bu Han pulled a scroll of books from his bosom; the pages were made of leather.

This scroll of a book is only about ten pages long, each page recording major life events with a Totem, representing the combat achievements of Ge Er Bu Han.

What is crucial is that the leather used to make the book was all peeled from the bodies of the opponents he defeated.

Every piece of skin belonged to an enemy, Beast Charm, or the like that he killed, with strength starting from a Primary Martial Master.

In other words, this book was crafted from the hides of over a dozen Martial Master-level beings, and it also possesses the magical power imbued by the Totems.

After the scroll was unfurled, light emerged from it.

The heaven-shaking strike from the Fist Intent Puppet hit it, the light shattered, and the pages flipped rapidly, rustling like a sweeping storm.

In the area where this great battle took place, the waterfall was severed at the waist, the surrounding rocks were covered in cracks and pits, and a scene of devastation could be seen everywhere.

Zhou You was able to breathe a sigh of relief and withdraw to watch the "internal strife" as a bystander.

Ge Er Bu Han's face was flushed bright red, a sign that the Qi and blood throughout his body were surging; he had already exhausted all his strength.

When the Fist Intent Puppet turned against him, he was the first to bear the brunt, suffering the harm brought by the backlash.

Fortunately, this leather book blocked most of the attack, otherwise he would have already been defeated and killed.

Zhou You guessed that this leather book bearing Totems, like the Amulet and the Qi and blood divine weapons, was a unique artifact and treasure of the Witch Tribe.

As an independent civilization, the Witch Tribe had likewise developed its own Martial Dao civilization.

(End of this chapter)