Chapter 486

Rays of light stood upright, passing through various means to pray for a glimmer of brightness in this pitch-black darkness.

Fear stems from the unknown, yet few people can endure the bloody reality right before their eyes.

Qin Shu came in a straight line, and every obstacle on this line was crushed and transformed into the path beneath his feet.

A moment before dark, the person standing beside you talking has now become a solid, blood-red puddle on the ground.

And this is merely the beginning.

Qin Shu's gaze locked onto the next person.

That was a middle-aged woman, dressed in the clothing of the Ming family, very inconspicuous among the crowd.

Qin Shu was "following the map to find the horse"; in his memories from that day, this woman was dressed gorgeously, holding a bell in her left hand and a banner in her right, harassing him from a great distance.

Of those who surrounded him that day, he remembered few of those close by, because many were blasted to pieces under a single punch, with no need to remember.

As for those standing on the periphery, attacking through various long-range means, Qin Shu often looked at them many times, because he could not hit them.

Today, there were truly many familiar faces present; clearly, they were figures of the previous generation who held high status in their respective factions and the Jianghu, yet they all disguised themselves and kept a low profile, blending into the crowd.

This indicated that they knew what they had come here to do and were tacitly cooperating.

Back then, the target was him; this time, the target was Xiao Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Yuan, bullying the young without the slightest hesitation.

The woman was staring at Qin Shu, because when Qin Shu's gaze swept over, the killing intent was released toward her personally without any concealment.

It was plain as day, telling her: I am coming to kill you.

Jin Jin Yuxiao felt the hairs all over her body tremble; like Ou Ou Qingfeng, she could not fathom why this person was here at this time.

The previous indulgence in reminiscence and the current extreme terror formed a stark contrast.

Regarding that matter back then, the wood was already carved into a boat; Liu Liu Liu Liu Liu Yumei endured it because she knew which top-tier factions were truly plotting and laying the layout behind the scenes.

Unless one wanted to tear off the mask and completely perish together, that matter had to be tacitly left unmentioned.

This gave many people who participated in that matter back then, yet lacked the status and strength, a sense of self-righteousness.

As if participating in such a matter, harming two Long Wang gates, could truly be done without paying any price.

By enduring to buy time, Liu Liu Liu Liu Liu Yumei waited for A Li to walk out of the shadow of failure and stand up again, not only recovering to her peak back then but also forcefully taking another step forward; she even waited for Xiao Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Yuan to enter the gate, taking her own granddaughter to walk the river together, reviving the gate.

Even the villagers know that one should not bully those who have no elders above and no children below, with no ties to hold them back.

The current Qin Liu family has no outer gate, no burdens, no weaknesses, and no worries...

It is time to let this Jianghu feel the fury from two orthodox Long Wang gates.

Qin Shu "walked" toward Jin Jin Yuxiao; he was actually sprinting, but just like with Ou Ou Qingfeng earlier, in the fragmented images captured through effort, Qin Shu looked as if he were walking.

Everything remained the same; everyone who touched Qin Shu on this line blossomed into a blood mist.

Jin Jin Yuxiao sacrificed a bell from her hand and flicked out a gray banner embroidered with the Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Face of a demonic beast with her right hand.

Before the people around could be surprised by the change in Jin Jin Yuxiao's temperament and expression, their eyes turned red amidst the sound of the bell, and they actively blocked in front of Jin Jin Yuxiao, preparing to unleash their means.

Qin Shu did not throw a punch and continued to walk over.

The speed was too fast; before this group of people could unleash their respective means, Qin Shu had already walked in front of them.

"Bang! Bang. Bang! Bang..."

Dense blood-colored fireworks blossomed.

The gray banner in Jin Jin Yuxiao's hand pressed down, and the blood mist and shattered soul thoughts before her were sucked in; the demonic beast on the gray banner roared and rushed out.

"Roar!"

A vicious flood dragon emerged from Qin Shu's body; this was the manifestation of Qin Shu's aura.

The vicious flood dragon strangled the phantom of the demonic beast, shattering it in an instant, and then crashed into the gray banner, causing it to explode.

"Impossible... this is impossible..."

Jin Jin Yuxiao's Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Face revealed terror.

Back then, those who did not go to the front line to fight and survived could not experience the true terror of this Qin family man in that battle.

Even if it were Qin Shu, who had fallen into self-blame and regret after his failure and had not walked out, killing her would be more than enough, let alone now.

Jin Jin Yuxiao tapped her feet on the ground, wanting to retreat, but just as her figure leaped up, her Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Human Face was grabbed by a hand.

Exerting force.

"Snap!"

Her head, along with her entire upper body, turned into a blood mist, leaving only two legs that continued to jump backward out of inertia.

Qin Shu turned around and continued to walk in a straight line; the next one.

He did not deliberately kill those who were not qualified enough, not out of mercy, but because there was no need to deliberately strike.

There were no roads in the world originally; after walking straight lines enough, they became roads.

Moreover, the people he wanted to kill specifically had very considerately sensed him early and had all moved to various corners of the black shadows, so each straight line could be stretched very, very long.

"I can offer compensation, come to your door to apologize, and submit to your disposal!"

Luo Ying pulled out a horsetail whisk and shouted for mercy while frantically flicking it toward Qin Shu.

Before the colorful wind energy could touch Qin Shu, it was swallowed by the nine vicious flood dragons on Qin Shu's body as if they were competing for it.

Qin Shu heard her words, heard the last sentence.

Facing Qin Shu who was close by, the horsetail whisk in Luo Ying's hand spread out, forming a sealing barrier, but just as the barrier was set up, it was shattered by this man as he walked out.

"No... no..."

In Luo Ying's eyes, brilliance gathered frantically, and her body braced itself; this was an intention to perish together.

But her neck was grabbed by Qin Shu and lifted up.

The colorful energy she wanted to release was suppressed by the aura on the man's body and gathered in her body; her flesh and skin peeled open, and even her internal organs were devoured by the backlash of her own power, leaving only a standard, beautiful white skeleton that fell to the ground with a clatter when his hand loosened.

"Hum!"

A saber appeared behind Qin Shu.

At the same time, a sword stabbed in from the side.

The saber aura was thick, carrying the momentum of a tiger's roar; the sword edge was sharp, wrapped in the sound of breaking dawn.

These two saw through Qin Shu's purpose, woke up from the initial desire to escape, actively launched an attack, and shouted to the surroundings:

"Attack together, kill him!"

"Otherwise, we will all die!"

Both of them regretted it very much now; they had retreated at the first moment. If they could have actively attacked like back then, letting the three who just died be in the back...

But even if it came again, they would probably make the same choice, unable to be firm, because although they were participants in close-quarters combat back then, before the two of them struck, countless people had already died under his fists.

If there were a choice, no one would want to be the first batch of cannon fodder.

Qin Shu's left hand grabbed the incoming sword edge, stopping the sword.

His fingers were cut, and fresh blood flowed out, but this flowing blood did not drip down; instead, it was re-condensed and flowed back under the wrapping of his Qi gate, and then his right fist swung out, hitting the opponent's chest.

"Boom!"

The only sword was still gripped in Qin Shu's hand, but the people holding swords were everywhere.

The saber slashed onto Qin Shu's back.

His clothes were torn open, and his skin was also slashed, but after being weakened layer by layer by the Qi waves, the saber aura that finally landed on Qin Shu was less than one-tenth of its original strength, and the method of ravaging and increasing damage after breaking the skin did not work here with Qin Shu, because the residual aura was forcibly pushed out by the Qi gate as soon as it entered Qin Shu's body.

Moreover, Qin Shu's shoulder blades on both sides squeezed, firmly trapping this saber that had failed to achieve any effect.

Qin Shu turned his head back.

The saber wielder, dressed in the clothing of the Ling family, very decisively abandoned the saber and retreated.

However, a Qi vortex had already formed, frantically pushing him toward Qin Shu.

His retreat was only a successful jump, but his figure froze in mid-air, and when Qin Shu clenched his fist at him, he no longer had the strength to resist this Qi wave; after his momentum was unloaded, his figure was pushed forward violently.

Looking from afar, it looked like he had actively crashed into Qin Shu's fist.

This crash was too fierce, and he was too ruthless to himself; after the fist crashed through his chest, it was not enough, and it continued to move forward, merging his arm, merging his shoulder, and finally, after his whole body crashed onto Qin Shu's chest, it completely split open.

Qin Shu's clothes were torn, his fingers were torn, and his back was torn, but these wounds were all compressed into a thin blood line, as if drawn with a red pen.

The Qin family are not gods; facing close-combat opponents with decent strength, they will also be injured and bleed, and they cannot possess self-healing abilities like some evil spirits.

The so-called "Qin Family Flood Dragon Observation Method" observes not just the final transformation of the flood dragon into a dragon, but the flood dragon's hibernation, transformation, and prominence at different stages.

The martial artist stereotype of the Qin family is true, and the fact that their Qi gate is on their forehead is also true.

However, it is not that they lack brains, but that they have integrated their main energy into the detailed development and control of their entire body.

Therefore, you can see him injured, see him bleeding, but when you think you have seen hope and rush up howling, the one who dies is still you.

For a true Qin family member, you can never determine where his last breath is.

This is also the reason why Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng, in the small hell, faced those powerful tumor-like humanoids and found that his body could not support him after a fierce battle; he only knew how to stack momentum, but could not control his body as finely as Qin Shu to cope with the changes at various stages.

Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Zhuiyuan also knew that it was unrealistic for Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng to study and comprehend the thousands of changes in the Flood Dragon Observation Method, so he simply walked the evil path to the end, stimulating Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng's "dead-fall" trait, letting Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Lu Runsheng rely on his dead-fall instinct to make adjustments.

At this time, Qin Shu gently twisted his neck.

Those he had intended to find one by one, as well as those he disdained to find, all began to huddle together loosely.

Even ordinary people know how to huddle together when facing fierce wild beasts, let alone a group of Jianghu people.

However, this did not bring any pressure to Qin Shu.

People on the river and people on the shore are completely two different concepts; even if they were once people on the river, after coming down, even if their strength remained unchanged, everything else would degenerate.

A Ting had previously compared them to a scaled-down version of the situations she had encountered before; that was because A Ting had never walked the river, and Xiao Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Brother Yuan should clearly know the difference between the two.

When the elites on the river were organized, forming a dense formation, and launched an offensive against him like a tide, that kind of bewilderment and despair could not be compared to the looseness at this moment.