Chapter 19: What you die with is also mine

The person standing under the tree was tall and mighty, wearing a blue‑fanged mask; combined with the reactions of those around, a name immediately came to mind.

Leader of the Three Mountains Bandits, the Grand Boss Outer Demon!

Lin Qun saw the blue‑fanged masked man approach, stepped back several paces, and let him walk up to Chi Ren Fo, frowning without speaking.

Chi Ren Fo coughed up a mouthful of blood, gazing at the Grand Boss with longing, his voice like a mosquito: "Grand Boss, save me... I'm about to succeed! I've already passed my internal energy to you, and I'll give you that thing—you promised me... you would let me..."

Yan Buji shook his head: "Second Boss, you've suffered following me through this life; rest easy. I'll have him join you in burial; in the underworld, don't say I didn't find you a companion."

Chi Ren Fo widened his eyes: "You... you have that thing... that can save me..."

As he spoke, Chi Ren Fo saw only a pair of large hands placed over his eyes.

Immediately, Yan Buji's palm twitched slightly, and Chi Ren Fo completely lost consciousness.

Yan Buji gave a cold laugh.

Foolish, what you die with is also mine.

Lin Qun only saw Yan Buji's back rise, as if closing the eyes of the unwilling-to-die Chi Ren Fo.

Yan Buji turned his head, looking at the somewhat exhausted Lin Qun, and smiled:

"Don't think you can run; you killed the Second Boss. As the Grand Boss, if I don't step in to avenge him, how will my brothers view me?"

Lin Qun's face darkened, knowing today's matter wasn't over; he took a deep breath, gripped his saber, and said: "Then let me learn your supreme technique!"

"No rush, the one in the convoy, come out. You secretly killed my Fourth and Fifth Bosses—let's settle the score." Yan Buji said calmly.

What?!

Lin Qun startled, realizing there was still an expert in the convoy?

Cao Shangfei froze, then his face changed drastically as he ran to Yan Buji's side, solemnly saying: "Grand Boss, the Fourth and Fifth Bosses weren't sent by you to the nearby...."

"They're already dead."

Cao Shangfei took a deep breath.

Chi Ren Fo is dead—did Mian Li Zhen and Hua Xiu Niang die too?!

Doesn't the whole Three Mountains Region now belong to him and the Grand Boss?

Is this a good thing or a good thing?

"Hmph, what are a bunch of bandits, thinking they can settle scores with me?!"

A person suddenly flew out of the carriage, his lightness skill so impressive he didn't touch the ground, landing beside Lin Qun.

Lin Qun sensed the opponent's unfathomable aura, clasped his fists, and said: "I've met you, sir—who are you?"

"I am Zhang Batian!" Zhang Batian stood straight as a pine, tightly holding a gleaming cold‑light steel long sword in his arms, his gaze icy and resolute fixed ahead. His deep, powerful voice rang like thunder in the air, drawing sideways glances.

He wore a black tight‑fitting outfit, his posture tall and steadfast like an unshakable mountain; his hair fluttered in the wind, adding to his unrestrained elegance, his features sharp and hard, revealing a resolute and daring spirit.

"The one called River‑Slaying Dragon Zhang Batian, Grandmaster Zhang?!" Lin Qun exclaimed in shock.

"You're not bad either, Escort Head Lin; your blade intent is swift and ruthless with a bright future. When you cultivate to my level, a single move can kill that Chi Ren Fo—no need to struggle so hard." Zhang Batian said.

Lin Qun's face darkened at once upon hearing that.

What do you mean? Do you think Chi Ren Fo is easy to beat?

Although this guy isn't much of a talker, he's indeed genuinely formidable; I heard that from Kun Dao Zhou Feng Cheng several extraordinary demonic path masters emerged, all of whom Zhang Batian slew upon the Hong River, earning him the reputation of "River‑Slaying Dragon".

Although Lin Qun too is a rare expert in the Grandmaster realm, he's certainly not yet a match for Zhang Batian; to be frank, Zhang Batian entered the Grandmaster realm over twenty years ago, and now he might even have a chance to breakthrough to the legendary Heaven‑Man Realm, the pinnacle of martial arts.

Yan Buji saw them chatting happily and felt a bit bored.

What's the use of making such a name in the mundane world?

People live but a hundred years, and in the end it's all fleeting like flowers in a mirror and moon in the water.

"Have you two finished chatting?" Yan Buji asked with a smile.

Lin Qun was about to speak when Zhang Batian stepped forward, blocking him: "I'll deal with him; you handle those bandits!"

"Good!"

Lin Qun didn't think much of it; he knew that with Zhang Batian such an expert, he could match the mysterious Grand Boss Outer Demon, and the upcoming battle was beyond his participation, so he could only go first to help resolve the rear troubles.

"Third Boss, hold up Lin Qun."

"Ah? Me?"

Cao Shangfei froze, his face slightly changing.

Grand Boss, you don't know how the Second Boss just died?

"Huh?!"

"Yes!"

Under Yan Buji's pressure, Cao Shangfei went over with a bitter face.

At this moment, Zhang Batian and Yan Buji stared at each other.

Zhang Batian chuckled lightly: "I thought the Three Mountains Region leader who berates Lin Shan Cheng would be something, but he's just a rat hiding its head and showing its tail."

"If you really think so, then this place may very well be your burial ground today." Yan Buji replied with a laugh.

Zhang Batian knew the person before him was roughly his equal, both only a step away from the Heaven‑Man Realm; his words were merely to provoke him, and since the other showed no reaction, it was time to see whose skill was superior!

"Die!"

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Batian suddenly drew his sword, rushing forward in just a few seconds with terrifying speed and momentum.

Even Yan Buji, accustomed to experts, couldn't help but his eyes flash with brilliance as he let out a long whistle:

"Bring it on!!"

Seeing Yan Buji so overconfident as to think he could catch a blade bare‑handed, Zhang Batian's eyes grew grave, yet he laughed: "Hahaha, you've got guts, daring to go empty‑handed? I'll chop off both your hands!"

The benefit of weapons to a martial artist goes without saying; an empty‑handed fighter either trusts his own strength or is just a worthless fool.

Yet a martial artist who has reached this point, Zhang Batian may scoff with his mouth, but his heart dares not relax in the slightest.

As expected, from the moment they met, Zhang Batian felt Yan Buji's immensely rich qi and blood; this surge was like a furnace, and merely coming within one meter felt like sitting before a fire on a scorching day—intense and unbearable.

Impossible!

Such qi and blood, even that mountain forest ferocious tiger probably can't compare to him!

Clang!

Zhang Batian refused to believe it, and struck down with a sword. In an instant, the sword's edge was like lightning, so fast it was dazzling. But Yan Buji's reaction was even more extreme; he struck the sword's blade with a single hand, and Zhang Batian instantly felt a huge force assaulting him, secretly thinking, 'Not good!'

What powerful external hard training!

The direction the sword's tip pointed was deflected by Yan Buji's strike, and at that moment Yan Buji's other hand pushed forward, the Great Palm Seal immediately slapping toward Zhang Batian's vital chest spot.

Zhang Batian stared wide-eyed, lightly tapped the tip of his foot and leapt two meters sideways in a flip, dodging Yan Buji's deadly killing move!

Smack!

Well, well, well! Great Strength Diamond Palm? You know it too! Seeing the spot where Yan Buji's missed strike suddenly erupt with a piercing sonic boom, the gravity on Zhang Batian's face grew even heavier.