Chapter 372: Bewitching Hearts, Qi-Blood Self-Detonation

Kunpengzi drew a circle on the ground, enclosing the stall and the two of them within it.

The ground rose, the sound of the wind faded into the distance, and the surrounding environment spun dizzily; in the blink of an eye, they were still in the same place, yet it felt as if they were in another space, seemingly real yet illusory.

……

Zhou You immediately discovered that this space was independent of Gongliang City, yet it stood high above, looking down upon it.

He could clearly see the events unfolding in every corner of the city, but at the same time……

Zhou You looked up at Kunpengzi opposite him; the distance that could originally be bridged with a single reach was infinitely stretched and pulled away.

Although it now appeared to be within arm's reach, it was as unattainable as a flower in a mirror or the moon in the water.

This was also the peculiar power of the Nine Cauldrons Seal Script.

Zhou You took a deep breath, "So this is your hidden move."

"You flatter me; it is nothing more than a matter of calculation. Aside from you, the variable, everything else has been calm and undisturbed."

Kunpengzi narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who exactly are you?"

This question was shockingly identical to the one blurted out by Commander Chen and the others in the city.

"You are not Yan Ping, let alone Moyunzi, and you are not even a member of my Golden Immortal Dao."

Kunpengzi's expression was solemn, "What is your objective?"

Zhou You suddenly laughed; so even you cannot see through me? What happened to all that talk of strategizing and foolproof planning?

In an instant, his wariness and fear of Kunpengzi's inscrutable methods vanished into thin air.

Looking back at the battlefield below……

"Monarch Guard, take the order: drive out the unwelcome guests, get out!"

Yu Jiuzhang clasped his hands together, and seven or eight Qi-blood divine weapons flew out from behind him, spinning a few times before landing among the crowd.

The martial artists of the defending side scattered in all directions, fearing they would be cut by the sharp blades.

"Break Evil Imperial Weapon Hand!"

One could see his palms and fingers flicking; each Qi-blood divine weapon moved as if it were an extension of his own arm, each seeking out an enemy to kill.

This was one of the secret techniques of the City Gate Guard: the power of one person to command thousands of weapons, invincible in the world.

In another part of the battlefield, Commander Chen held dual spears, the spearheads facing forward like ox horns as he charged and rammed; wherever he passed, no enemy could withstand a single blow.

Martial artists struck out with palms and kicks one after another, landing on him with constant muffled thuds, yet they were unable to cause any injuries.

Boom, boom, boom—the muffled sounds were like war drums, instead fueling his spirit as he slaughtered the enemy until they were in total disarray.

"The Nine Ox Two Tiger Strength of Dayin Mountain, split into Tiger Fist and Ox Fist; while a tiger eating a person is terrifying, a savage ox is also not to be compared with the ordinary."

That's right, Commander Chen also hailed from Dayin Mountain and shared a fellow-disciple bond with Wang Laohu.

He practiced the Powerful Savage Ox Fist; once mastered, he possessed the strength to carry the blue sky on his back, his outer skin becoming a seamless whole, impervious to blades and spears.

On the battlefield, such a fierce figure possessed the utility of one man against ten.

Looking again at Xishan Duxiu, he gripped a staff, exerting force from both ends to smash the skulls of two martial artists, one in front and one behind.

His posture was as leisurely as a stroll in a garden, his body rotating slightly to dodge four or five thrusts from sharp blades.

Whenever an enemy glanced at him, Xishan Duxiu would step forward with his staff and smash their skull within two or three strikes.

His movements were so effortless, as if he were picking ripe fruit in an orchard.

The Intermediate Martial Masters and Advanced Martial Masters present were all locked in a life-or-death struggle, with no one holding back.

For a time, the surroundings were filled with twisted and elongated limbs, bodies swelling like balls from inhaling, iron weapons and blades accelerating to tear through the air, and dazzling light streaking back and forth in mid-air.

Nearby buildings were constantly being breached by large holes, walls were collapsing, and the ground was cracking open into bottomless pits.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Suddenly, a few drops of blood like rubies flew out, emitting a dense, flame-like blood Qi in the air.

"Move!"

A person's pupils dilated; this was the highly compressed Qi-blood of a martial artist, and it was the strike of a top-tier Advanced Martial Master. Even the most inconspicuous drop of Qi-blood, if it exploded, would be enough to shroud a radius of several dozen miles and destroy all living things.

It was too late!

A drop of Qi-blood hit the ground, exploding with a force that shook the earth; a section of the city wall a hundred meters away was directly driven into the ground.

Another drop of Qi-blood embedded itself in the forehead of a Primary Martial Master; his pupils contracted violently, but it was too late—two companions behind him grabbed his arms and pressed him deep into the ground.

Just as he was pressed 10 meters underground, the Qi-blood exploded with a roar; the person involved was left with no remains, and a wave of earth dozens of meters high rose from the ground.

"……"

An Intermediate Martial Master took a deep breath, his palm swelling tenfold, and carefully caught a drop of blood, using the Millstone Method to circle it around his body a hundred times before finally pushing it out, shrouded in his own Qi-blood.

The Qi-blood landed a thousand meters outside the city and exploded, a massive, scorching mushroom cloud rising from the ground.

Condensing and compressing Qi-blood to injure others was exhausting even for an Advanced Martial Master; it was impossible to use it indefinitely.

Therefore, the most dangerous things on the battlefield remained fists, feet, and weapons, all of which were aimed at vital points.

Gongliang City suffered yet another catastrophe, being destroyed and bombarded over and over again, leaving ruins everywhere and a scene of utter devastation.

Conservatively estimated, it would be impossible to recover its vitality within a hundred years.

"Your people are about to be unable to hold on."

Zhou You said calmly, "Kunpengzi, have you thought about how to accept the reality of failure?"

"Not necessarily!"

Kunpengzi flicked his sleeve and pointed a finger downward, "Let me teach you a principle: victory or defeat often does not lie on the surface."

Ink-like energy churned on his face, and a trace flashed across it; clearly, he had employed some kind of method.

Suddenly, some subtle changes occurred on the battlefield.

A few martial artists suddenly exchanged glances, their pupils flashing with a strange light, as if it were a signal.

With great tacit understanding, they closed in on the back of Commander Chen, who was slaughtering his way through! "Hmm?"

Commander Chen sensed a sign of danger and threw a punch, like an ox hoof kicking a person, striking the martial artist in front of him so that his internal organs shattered, and he vomited blood clots before dying.

Following this, he thrust his two short spears out in a cross, the clanging sound of impact blocking the weapons that were sneak-attacking his left and right ribs.

Just as he was about to exert force to knock away the enemies close to his side, suddenly...

"..."

From the four directions of east, south, west, and north, one Primary Martial Master approached rapidly from each.

One person rushed to the front and was pierced through the chest by his raised spear, yet revealed an eerie smile; the spearhead had stabbed into the chest, but not a single drop of blood was seen flowing out, as if it were an empty, tattered sack.

The next moment, his head was blown apart by Qi and blood compressed to the extreme.

Qi and blood self-detonation!

Chen Qian was caught off guard and forced to retreat two steps by the blast; two Martial Masters behind him rushed forward recklessly, grabbing his waist from the left and right, their bodies swelling a few times before rapidly splitting open.

Another Qi and blood self-detonation?

Several mushroom clouds clustered together and slowly rose into mid-air.

After the smoke and dust dispersed, half of Chen Qian's face was covered in blood, his expression extremely terrifying; he finally realized where the problem lay.

In terms of their origins, these people were undoubtedly a rabble, yet they acted with a disregard for death, more desperate than the death squads raised by noble families; one or two self-detonating would be one thing, but several consecutive waves of self-detonation left nothing but bones and ashes.

"Everyone be careful, these people have lost their minds and are no longer in control of themselves."

When Yu Jiuzhang and Xishan Duxiu received this news, they were also facing desperate attacks from one life force self-detonation after another.

The offensive that had just been as imposing as a rainbow was interrupted.

Qi and blood self-detonation is a method that can directly erase the gap in strength, allowing the weak to challenge a powerful enemy with their own bodies.

The price is one's life; if you don't even want your life anymore, even the strongest enemy can do nothing to you, right? (End of this chapter)